Page 3 of Outlawed

He sighs. “I was worried about that. You and I have fucked-up stories that led us down a darker path than Shepard’s. And though his story is grim, he used it to make things better and built a life for himself that would make people proud. He knew what he wanted, and he went for it. Which is pretty fucking cool. But it makes it harder for him to navigate now that his life has been derailed. You and me are so used to having our lives derailed, we’ve made an art out of it.”

I snort at that, making him laugh. “We made a home in the shadows. Instead of fighting the system that fucked us over, we sank ourselves into it and made it our own. You know what the difference is between redemption and revenge? A flip of a coin.”

I smooth my hands down his shoulders, the warmth of his skin seeping into my fingertips. “I don’t regret the choices I made or the ones I will, but I feel sad that because of his association with me, Shepard’s life is tainted now.”

“I’m not dismissing what you’re saying, Opie. I’m really not, but you’re discounting how much color you brought into his life, too.”

“But is it worth it?”

“I can only speak for myself when I answer. But fuck yes, it’s worth it. You’re worth it. You’re worth everything.” He cups the back of my head and kisses me, sealing his words with a promise.

His truths taste like gold, pouring sunshine into my veins. But it’s not enough to erase the memories of the lies I swallowed so greedily from Austin, or the bitterness they left behind as I let them infect every part of me.

When he pulls back, he swipes his thumb under my eyes, gathering a tear I didn’t realize I’d cried. He licks it clean, then takes a step back and strips out of his clothes. He does it slowly, giving me a show, making my blood heat up as he reveals the very sexy prize.

Once he’s naked, he turns on the shower to let it warm up before he walks over to me and slides his hands underneath my tank top. “Shower with me?”

“Is that a request or an order?”

“A request. I’ll save my orders for when you’re sucking my cock.”

I groan, lifting my arms so he can slide the tank top over my head and toss it to the ground. “You’re a damn tease.”

“We both know you love it,” he murmurs against my ear as he unhooks my bra and throws that away too.

He lifts me to my feet, where he wastes no time removing my shorts and panties. Once I’m bare to him, he takes a step back so he can drink me in. “Never gets old. I swear I could just stare at you all day. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.”

“Riggs,” I whisper, moved by these words.

He strokes his cock as he looks me over. I feel his gaze like a caress everywhere his eyes land. My breathing picks up, my nipples pebble. I slide my hand down my body and slip it between my legs.

He watches me waiting for him, and I can’t even begin to explain how turned on I am, and we’re not even touching. He leans closer, still leaving a gap between us. But I swear I can feel the heat coming off him in waves.

I pull my fingers out of my pussy and hold them up for him so he can see how wet they are. With a growl, he sucks them into his mouth and licks them clean before he kisses me. I taste myself on his lips as I move my hand back to my pussy and stroke my clit. It won’t take long for me to come.

I grip his shoulder with my free hand and dig my nails in to keep myself standing. I lower my head so I can watch him stroke himself. Both of us work ourselves faster, and then he’s right there, pressing his cock to my clit and coming all over my pussy and my hand.

“Fuck my cum into you, Opie.”

I do as he asks, slipping my cum-slicked fingers inside myself as he finishes against my stomach. Using his fingers, he trails his cum up my chest, painting my skin with his seed. I gasp as my orgasm barrels toward me.

He covers my nipple with his cum before he dips his head and sucks it clean. That’s it, game over for me. I come, and I come hard, throwing my head back and crying out his name.

When I finally catch my breath, I look into his far too handsome face and grin. “Now you’ve got me all dirty, you gonna wash my back?”

He kisses up my neck to my jaw before he answers, his lips moving over the edge of my mouth. “Oh, I think I’m going to make you a little dirtier first.”

He pushes me to my knees and drags his wet cock across my lips.

And who am I to argue with that?

Chapter Two

The ride into town is a quiet one. The late-summer breeze is warm and soothing as I lean my head on the lip of the open window, my hair blowing like crazy as I let my eyes drift closed.

“You remind me of one of those dogs that sticks its head out the window.”

I turn and grin at Riggs in the driver’s seat. “I’m smart enough to keep my mouth closed. I don’t fancy catching flies.”