In Bed With The Outlaw

by Adriana Jones

  “We need something sturdy.”

  She smiled, but it was a sloppy one. I liked seeing her that way, knowing that I had done that to her. Having Ash as my personal whore, mine to control and instruct in the ways of sex, to show her how truly mind blowing an orgasm could be, did she understand how much that pleased me?

  Still in my arms, Ash was taken from the shower to the bed. I lifted her off me, then draped her down sideways against the firm mattress.

  Her thighs clamped together. She sprang up and put her back against the headboard. But before she could say anything, I took her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. I lay down on top of her. Her thighs split and invited me in.

  My cock brushed against her folds. I rocked her against it, using my tongue to tempt her into slipping it inside. The temptation was too much to fight.

  Wrapping her arms and legs around me, she pulled me in and braced herself. As my tip speared her entrance, she scooted back.

  “What?”

  “Red, you’re crazy. It feels good. It feels really good. Are you sure?”

  I caught her. I made her look at me, so she could see that I really meant it.

  “It’s us now. I mean it.”

  Her eyes glistened. She froze. She scooted back in place and threw her arms around me. Her lips reached mine. They were looking for a safe place.

  I drove myself deep and we melded together. She was completely open, and I was taking all of her, pumping gently at first. Still, firmer, harder than I could ever remember. Every groove, every nook inside her seemed to conform to me.

  There was nowhere for her to turn for relief. There was only me. She flung herself right into me, giving all of herself over. She was so sensitive. It was raw. Deep. Hard.

  With fiery passion, I crashed into her. My balls smacked. She reached for my neck and clung on. Her pussy was hugging me, pulling me in deeper, trying to milk me of my seed. It seemed to be happening outside of her control, and that turned me on so much that I almost came.

  She launched back and bounced. Her breasts jiggling to my punishing thrusts, Ash writhed, lost in pleasure. She grabbed her hair and twisted it between her fingers, bit her lip hard just before she unleashed, an erotic image that I would remember forever. It sent me careening into my own orgasm.

  “Fill me, yes. Take me, Red. Take me. I’m yours.”

  She was in the midst of her orgasm. She hadn’t left me, trying to scurry away like she usually did. Ash embraced me. She thrust onto her hips and threw her lips at mine. We connected as I throbbed inside of her. I knew that it was the end.

  I pumped. My seed pushed inside of her womb and coated her pussy. My muscles relaxed. It was like a heavy weight had been lifted from me…all goodness stemmed from this woman. She was pure. She was happiness. And now we were together. And there was no one who would come between us.

  Ash was mine. And even if I didn’t want to admit it so freely, I had become hers.

  She kept her face buried against my shoulder. Her tears were hot and spilling down my chest. I could feel some start to break my normally cold exterior, but I quickly blinked them away. Her pussy still hugged me tightly, and I was still hard with trails of semen spilling out and running down her.

  When I pulled out, after letting her have a good weep, she licked what remained on my cock.

  “That was a nice ending,” I told her. I hadn’t thought she would do that.

  She gave me a playful punch.

  “How can you joke like that now? I’m crying. You made me cry.”

  “That bad, huh?”

  “That good.”

  We crashed down to the bed. She curled in my arms.

  There wasn’t a question of what would happen after. Whatever occurred, we would be safe. There was no thought otherwise, in my mind or Ash’s.

  From now on, we would ride together.

  12

  Ash

  Still stuck. Still in the hotel room. It was nice at first, and after that steamy time in the shower, we spent most of our time in bed, but eventually, Red would need to let me loose. He couldn’t keep me chained to the bedpost forever. No matter how sexy that might sound. After a while, everyone got antsy. They couldn’t look at the same four walls all the time, even if those four walls did block in a hot tub, a magnificent bed, and a spectacular view of the desert skyline.

  Red left. The Bastards seemed to be getting antsy as well. They needed to see him, they said, and I could understand, but I didn’t want to let him go. He left for a meeting. I was going to have to entertain myself somehow.

  It was better than being back at the compound. Being close to The Bastards, thoughts of what happened to me would consume me. There was a darkness lurking. Red had kept it at bay valiantly, but now that he was gone, the memory of what happened to me bled out like an open wound.

  I was sitting in bed, staring out the window, my fists pumped and ready to strike. That Defiler reared his ugly face into view. My ribs ached, a throbbing spreading from my lower back where I was burned as if my body was back under his control.

  That’s the part that pissed me off the most. I wouldn’t let anyone take advantage of me. No, no one would ever do that again.

  I had fought. I had tried to get away…

  The Defiler’s sneering face returned. I wanted to pick up the remote and fling it at the TV, but I was still cognizant of where I was. A vibrant memory. That’s all.

  Cold metal. The heavy trigger which I heaved down with a finger. Then the shot...the shot that I took in the trunk. I crawled back into bed.

  My back hit the soft pillows which stretched across the massive mattress. Tossing myself onto it, I was like a princess in her pillow castle. That comfort and the violent imagery was a surreal mix.

  I was a murderer. I killed. Should I be feeling guiltier than this? Was there something wrong with me? Did I enjoy it?

  “I can’t believe it,” I muttered.

  I wished I had Red to comfort me. I was too used to having his chest to rest my head against. I was too used to his burly arms. Those arms, strong, and muscular, so capable…

  More Defilers. More men who were seeking to kill me. And Red...a murderer too. He killed for me. Which I thought was sweet…romantic, even…what was wrong with me? When I remembered how he killed, how violent and savage he was, all of the gruesome concrete details, I flung myself from the bed and decided I needed better distractions.

  “This room is going to make me nuts. Unless...I’m already crazy?”

  Calm down, I told myself. See what’s on Bravo. Maybe there’s another marathon? Time to cool down.

  You’re not a murderer. Okay, you killed someone. But it was for protection. You’re not like them.

  Repeating the words to myself, my racing thoughts slowing to a crawl, I noticed something tucked under the corner table. It was underneath the seat, and I must’ve blacked it out of my mind, or else been too entranced by a shirtless Red to take heed of what it was.

  My wire.

  My cameras.

  “Oh, shit,” I said. Should I throw it away? Burn it? Where was I going to do that? Obviously, I had no plans.

  As my mind churned, and I thought about what could possibly be recorded…maybe it had recorded something important? I had been unconscious for some time. Thinking about being strung up in chains, the blowtorch coming near me, I wanted to kick and try to swing away. My breath caught in my throat.

  Only when I reached for the bundle of recorders did I catch my breath.

  * * *

  “Where the fuck have you been?” Wyatt screamed.

  I left Red a note where I was. If he came back, he would be livid to know that I’d left the room, but it was something I needed to do. What I’d discovered on the recordings was important. Too important to keep my mouth shut. Wyatt needed to know.

  Besides, I was helping Red as well. I was helping us. If he was serious about us being together, and I was guessing he was, because he fucked me without a condom and been s
o adamant about it, he would eventually have to let me make my own choices.

  And this was one I needed to make. By myself. For us.

  Buying a quick burner at the local mall, I took a stroll to an empty corner, a nook with a dumpster, shady enough to make my call back home.

  Strange, this seemed more like my home now.

  “I understand why you’re mad, but I’ve been working.”

  Wyatt breathed heavily on the other line. “I’m not worried about you working. I’m worried about you being alive.”

  “Here I am. Alive and well. Although I’m not sure I’ll be alive once you’re done with me.”

  He reared back from the phone. He paced in his big room.

  “I put my ass on the line for you, Ash. If this thing goes out of control, my ass is getting the boot. The last thing I heard you were going undercover, infiltrating and getting more information. I expected an update a week ago.”

  “You’ve got your information, but it’s not about The Bastards.”

  “Not about The Bastards?” he screamed.

  I waited against the dumpster. He returned to the phone a little calmer.

  “Go on.”

  “Something did happen to me, but it wasn’t The Bastards. It was The Defilers. They took me…” I began. My voice caught. I tried to cough, but I didn’t have air in my lungs again. What the hell? Darkness flooded in and I grew weak, needing to reach out for the dumpster to catch my fall.

  “Took you? Are you okay?” Wyatt seemed less angry now.

  “They abducted me,” I began. My voice wavered. My bottom lip quivered. It reminded me of a time when I was trying to tell a friend about Sam. About what he did to me. She was a good friend, but she didn’t believe me. She didn’t believe me enough to tell me to leave. She thought I was exaggerating.

  “The Defilers knew I was hanging out with The Bastards. They thought I was one of their girls, so they took me. They were trying to hurt them by taking me. They weren’t going to let me out alive.”

  “Fuck, Ash, I’m pulling you out of there right now.” He must’ve had the speaker pressed right up to his face, because I could hear him very clearly. His breath was fast and out of control.

  “I’m fine. That’s not why I’m telling you that.” I heard him clear his throat, but I didn’t give him time. “I was wearing a wire the whole time. The wire was to pick up on what The Bastards were saying.”

  With my strength back, I decided to check the surrounding area again. I peered out from behind the cubby. There was no one in sight.

  “They hurt me. They strung me up and beat me. But I’m fine. I’m fine, Wyatt. That’s not why I’m calling. The wire picked something up.”

  “They hurt you…”

  “I picked up their safe house. Ninety-nine percent sure that this location will pull up something useful. The guy on the tape spoke of a garage, about how they needed to pick up the product from there. This place, it doesn’t move.”

  I declined to tell him about the first garage. He would never get that out of me. I would conveniently be too “out of it” during the abduction to remember. If they did a sweep of it, they would bring up all sorts of evidence that wouldn’t jive with my official story.

  “Go to this location, but hurry, before they have time to take all of the product out. You’re bound to find weapons too. And maybe even...some girls. God forbid.”

  “Give me the address. Hurry,” he said. I heard his pen hit paper. As soon as I told him the address, about 40 miles away from the location which I was kept, he scribbled it down and then said, “This is going out right now.”

  I was smiling.

  Justice, I would still get my justice. The Defilers, the real evil, would be taken out. Hopefully, they would be taken unaware. They would be put on trial and jailed. The organization would end. Many lives would be saved. All because I’d been brave enough to check the recordings.

  “I’m getting you out right now,” he added.

  “Right now?”

  There was still something I needed to do. Tell Red.

  “We can work fast when we need to. You’ll be given a new name, new address, a new home. You’ll be a new person…”

  “New?”

  “You knew this was a possibility,” he started.

  “Yes,” I said, still in a daze.

  What if I didn’t want new?

  It figured, just as Red and I seemed solid. He was what I needed. This was my new home. I didn’t need another one. This was the truth. Nothing could compare.

  Together, I remembered again. You ride with me. Red, speaking to me, binding us together like he was speaking magic words that would solidify it with the universe.

  “Look, you can’t stay there. You can’t come back here. They might figure out who you really were.”

  “Someone needs to come with me. If I’m going to do this, I need that favor.”

  A door creaked open. Someone was talking in a low, hurried voice to Wyatt. He wasn’t paying attention to me at all.

  “What?”

  ...Or maybe he had. That seemed like an angry what.

  “There’s someone who needs to come with me. One of The Bastards, he wants to come.”

  Wyatt chuckled, but then his laughter caught, like he needed to loosen his tie around his throat. “You’re asking to bring one of The Bastards with you?”

  His question trailed off to a presumptuous, “Why?”

  “Because he’s in trouble. This is the only way I know I can keep him safe,” I lied. Really, he has a nice butt and he fucks like crazy, and he’s the hottest, sweetest biker you’d ever meet, Wyatt.

  I didn’t even know if Red would go for it. He probably wouldn’t. I couldn’t see him as “Steve,” the UPS driver, living in suburbia, all for my sake. Would I even want to see him like that?

  “Putting one of those criminals under protection? There’s no way. I can’t give him a new name. I can’t give him a home. These things are expensive and hard to come by. I can’t hand them out to anyone and certainly not to a criminal. No matter how much trouble he might be in.”

  I sighed. My fingers curled around the phone, wanting to smash it and end the call.

  “We’ve got the meetup time and location for you. Can eleven a.m. at the Rhondo Valley Gas Station work for you?”

  “I’m not familiar with that one. I’ll have to plug it into my GPS.”

  “It should be a few miles away.” He paused. With a snicker, he said, “I’ve already triangulated your cell.”

  “You’re creepy, you know that?”

  “Thanks?”

  “Yeah, I’ll see you then. I’ve got to go.” I didn’t mention the word which itched to leave my tongue, “Maybe.”

  I would need to tell Red. Even if it was bad news, he deserved to know. If this was going to be a relationship now, there would be no secrets between us. This would be the beginning of something new for us, telling each other the complete truth, being completely honest and open.

  Already, it had given me the best sex of my life.

  What could go wrong?

  I grunted, snapped the burner, and disposed of it in the dumpster.

  There was a lot riding on this. There was a lot I could lose. And I had no idea how to make any of it better.

  Witness protection was for life.

  The Blessed Bastards were for life.

  * * *

  Red returned at eight. He seemed tense at first when I told him that I’d left my confined space.

  “Was anyone following you? Did you notice anything suspicious?’

  “Yes.”

  “What?”

  “I saw a few deals at the mall I couldn’t believe were true. There’s this curling iron I’ve been wanting. It’s on sale for twenty dollars. It usually goes for over fifty.”

  He grunted and sighed. He swept me up into his arms. His hardness, his warmth pressed against my stomach and simmered.

  “After talking to everyone, it doesn’t seem
like they’ve noticed anything suspicious. Let’s get out of here for a while…”

  I jumped at the opportunity. Red and I hadn’t been on a normal date. Funny, I was looking for a boring, pedestrian evening, a dinner and a movie. We could eat fast food for all I cared. It really didn’t matter as long as we went out.

  “Yes, let’s go,” I said, taking a leap and snatching his hands.

  He backed away. “Okay, let me take a piss. Then we’ll leave. You’re really going stir crazy, aren’t you?”

  “I’m batshit insane at this point.”

  “At this point? I always thought you were batshit,” he said with a hint of smugness. He departed before I could yell back at him.

  I banged on the bathroom door.

  “I can’t hear you. I’m taking a piss.”

  “Stop it and listen to me.”

  “Stop mid-stream? Nothing stops me mid-stream.”

  I banged again. “I thought you couldn’t hear me.”

  “I can’t,” he said. His tinkling drowned me out.

  Was it wrong for me to be doing this? Childish, perhaps, but we were free to have fun now. Only possible because we told each other the truth.

  The truth…

  Perhaps I would wait, until tomorrow, to tell him the full truth about leaving. Fear paralyzed me when I thought about leaving Red.

  After he was done drowning me out with a tinkle, we set off for the mall. It was a cozy, not too crowded mall on the edge of the suburbs. Since it was evening, we could relax. Up ahead, there was the store with the good curling iron deal. He went in as I kept going.

  “What are you doing?”

  “We’re getting the deal you wanted.”

  What? A man who actually wanted to buy me something...and it was a curling iron, and he’d remembered it, even when he seemed like he didn’t care? He even paid for it himself. I protested, but he wouldn’t listen. Being part of The Bastards, he had done well for himself. He never struggled.

  We ate at a chain Italian place, which was fine. More than fine. Halfway during our meal, he noticed my solemnness. This date was bittersweet. Lingering in the back of my mind, there was Wyatt’s proposal to me, how I would be leaving, starting a new life.