Damaged and the Outlaw

by Bijou Hunter

  “You’re really hot, Vaughn. I’ve never had access to so much sexy man meat.”

  Just like that, all my plans to keep her at a distance disappeared. She had me at man meat.

  Kissing her softly, I rolled her onto her back and she frowned. “I wasn’t done exploring.”

  “There’s a small charge for exploring this mountain of man meat.”

  “Did you just call your cock little?”

  Frowning, I realized I had. Shrugging, I propped myself over her and rubbed my offended cock against her wet pussy. Raven sighed and lifted her hips until I was inside her.

  Raven caressed my lips as I moved in and out of her. Her gaze was so warm and happy as if she were revealing everything to me. All of her hopes and dreams were on display and the sight of it was too much to bear. I averted my gaze and tried to think of something else. Of someone else. Raven was just some chick. My fuck buddy. Friends with benefits. No strings. Nothing more than sex.

  Then, she giggled and I looked back at her. Raven had pulled her legs up and rested her feet against my shoulders.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Enjoying you,” she said before adding with an edge to her voice, “Is that a problem?”

  “A better angle. What do I care?”

  Raven heard my tone and reacted like I expected. “Jackass.”

  Grinning, I liked her irritation. Those walls kept me from getting too close or her expecting too much.

  “I’m using you,” she said after a minute of me thrusting inside her. “You’re like a gigolo I enjoy for free.”

  “Sure, chesty.”

  Raven looked at her tits bouncing to my rhythm then smiled. “Oh, yeah, I forgot they were there.”

  Closing her eyes, Raven pinched her nipples and seemed to forget I was there. I thrust harder into her, but her eyes remained closed. I did notice one hand slip between her legs to coax an orgasm.

  Angry to be ignored, I thought to slap her hand away. I thought to flip her over or shake her or hang her off the bed and fuck her upside down. That would wake her up and make her pay attention. Imagining doing just that, I started laughing.

  “I am a jackass,” I said, still laughing. “An idiot too.”

  “Shhh…” she whispered, eyes closed and pussy clenching. “Berate yourself later. You’re distracting me.”

  Smiling, I whispered her name and she finally opened her eyes. We said nothing, but her gaze held mine as she came. It wasn’t a powerful orgasm. No great cries of passion, but it turned her to jelly under me.

  Her legs slide back down and her body was soft under me.

  “Tired, dumpling?” I asked when she watched me.

  Raven nodded. “You wear a girl out in the best way, Vaughn.”

  “Hold on, sugar,” I said, needing to let go and knowing it would be rough.

  Raven just rolled her eyes, but she did grip my forearms when my thrusts became harder and faster. Our gazes met again and I sensed she was mocking me. Something in those blue eyes was amused, but she moaned when I thrust just right. As I got closer, I hit her just right again and again until she lost her amused expression and cried out my name. The sound of it was all I needed to come hard.

  “Vaughn,” she whispered as I rested on her and caught my breath. “My beautiful, stupid as shit, Vaughn.”

  “That sweet talk will get you in trouble.”

  “I can’t believe you’re real,” she said, kissing my shoulder. “You’re like a dream.”

  Swallowing hard, I looked at her and she met my gaze then winked.

  “Don’t give me that worried frown, bitch,” she giggled. “I told you I’d never fucked anyone as hot as you. It’s like having a Playgirl model with his cock inside me.”

  “You read a lot of Playgirl?” I asked, trying to pull out, but Raven wrapped her legs around my hips and dug her heels into my thighs.

  “Not yet. Let me just enjoy the feel of you a little bit more.”

  “I’m feeling a little objectified,” I said when she closed her eyes and squeezed at what was left of my erection.

  “Shake it off,” she whispered. “A man of your good looks should be used to this by now.”

  When Raven opened her eyes and smiled at me, I kissed her forehead then slipped out of her.

  “Actually, women have always dated me for my intellect and personality. The looks thing wasn’t even on their radar.”

  Rolling over to face me, Raven snorted. “Intellect.”

  “Did you just call me stupid?”

  “I barely finished high school, so I wouldn’t worry about my opinion.”

  “I’ll take that as a yes then,” I said, staring at the ceiling. When her injured hand rested on my chest, I examined the healing bite mark. “No signs of rabies yet?”

  “Nope. Don’t think I’ll go zombie either.”

  “I had a guy back in Tucson bite me in a bar fight. He was stoned or high or whatever. Just a freak singing on the top of his lungs and I told him to shut up. Suddenly, he was on me like a feral animal.”

  “Did he eat you?” Raven asked when I remained silent for too long. “Are you dead now? Have I been fucking a ghost?”

  We both laughed, but my humor ended as she sat up. I thought she might leave. Instead, she looked at my cock then my face.

  “I really like you,” she said.

  “Are you talking to me or my cock?”

  “You. I’ve had better cock.”

  “That’s it. I’m fucking you stupid now.”

  “I already mentioned how I barely finished high school. You fuck me any dumber and I’ll just be a drooling mass.”

  “I can live with that.”

  Raven squirmed away. “You need to rest. I heard about the damage I did to your hips.” Reaching for her again, I missed when she slid off the bed. “Can we order something to eat?”

  “Oh, you’re staying?”

  Raven’s smile froze and I felt her pulling away emotionally. Even needing her to create distance between us, I couldn’t do it myself. Instead of giving me what I needed, she smiled slow and sexy.

  “If you want me to leave, you’ll have to pry me off you.”

  “You’re making me hard again.”

  “I suspect that’s a problem for you a lot, baby.”

  “Not really. A couple hard fucks and I’m done. I fake like I’m asleep and the chick falls asleep then I sneak out.”

  “Asshole.”

  “I know.”

  “I should do that to you tonight and see how you like it.”

  “What makes you think I’d care?”

  Raven frowned at my tone then walked to my dresser. “I like wearing your shirts. They’re soft and smell like you.”

  “Do you care what I want?”

  Raven shook her head. “Not really. I wasted a year on Dex and ended up dumped by the loser. I’m going to enjoy you while I can.”

  “Fair enough,” I said, resting against the headboard. “My shirt swallows you up.”

  Her eyes found me and the expression on her face made my cock twitch.

  “I’m going to suck you soon. Prepare to have your mind blown.”

  Laughing, I looked at my cock which was pretty much ready to go. Raven though was wandering around my bedroom. She found a few CDs and smiled.

  “The Ramones?” she asked, glancing at me. “You just got hotter.”

  “I listen to what I want.”

  Raven laughed. “Did someone make fun of your musical tastes?”

  “On occasion.”

  “Poor baby.”

  “Come back to bed. I’m getting cold.”

  Raven smiled then pushed herself up and sat on the dresser.

  “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

  “Not that I know of. My mom never had any other kids and I don’t know about my dad.”

  “Do you look like your mom?”

  “No.”

  “So the sperm donor who made this amazing body could have made other
hot guys? I like that idea.”

  I frowned at her and a normal chick would be intimidated. Raven just smiled again.

  “The world is so damn ugly and this mug sure brightens the damn thing up.”

  “Hell,” I said, stroking my cock. Looking down at my erection, I nodded at its pain. “She’s a tease.”

  “Do you want to watch me fight tomorrow?” she asked, still on the dresser.

  “Won’t me watching throw off your mojo? What if I’m your Jessica Simpson?”

  “I don’t mind you being the blond bimbo, but I’m not cool with being Tony Romo.”

  “I can’t believe you know who Tony Romo is.”

  “Lots of girls watch football, Vaughn. You might know this if you didn’t sneak out while they were sleeping.”

  Rolling my eyes, I had a feeling my cock would remain unloved. “Is this where you make me feel guilty for using chicks?”

  “No, I’m sure they were using you too. I don’t suspect many women meet you and think they’ll take you home to mom and dad.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “You’re seriously getting offended at the idea that the motorcycle club enforcer in the body of a gigolo might not be the best husband material?”

  “I’m more than a hot guy who can smash your face in.”

  Raven studied me. I knew she was watching, but I focused on the tattoo on my wrist. One skull for every life I took until I eventually ran out of space a year ago.

  “I like you, Vaughn,” she said softly. “You get that, right?”

  Even knowing I was acting like a punk, I shrugged.

  “I’m a smartass,” she continued. “I’ve always been that way. When I was a kid, I wasn’t all that smart or sweet. I was pretty like a doll, but my mom didn’t have the patience to dress me up. I wasn’t memorable in any way then I said something smartass to a grownup and she laughed. Other grownups laughed too when I’d get mouthy. They thought it was cute. Eventually, it stopped being cute, but I had gotten in the habit of being a bitch by then. I’m just teasing though. You get that, right?”

  “I really don’t care, Raven.”

  Sliding off the dresser, she walked to the bed then crawled closer.

  “Oh, shit, are you going to cry?” she asked, grinning. “Please, don’t. I have no tolerance for tears.”

  I smiled. “Fuck off.”

  “Let me kiss away that pout.”

  When Raven kissed me, I fought the urge to return her affection. No, I wanted to treat her like crap and piss her off. I wanted to shove her out the door before I got to wondering where she was every minute or making plans for the weekend or some other whipped shit. I wasn’t in the position to get so attached, but Raven was addictive and she was rubbing this fact in my face now.

  “I really do like you,” she said, cupping my face. “Even though you’re a melodramatic bitch, I think you’re funny. No guy has ever made me laugh and you do it so easy. That’s a gift.”

  “Shut up,” I muttered.

  “I didn’t think I could be friends with a guy because they suck and I hate them all. The only ones who don’t piss me off are the ones conjoined with my sister or friends. You should piss me off and you do a little, but I want to be your friend.”

  Raven tugged off the tee and rubbed her body against mine. Straddling me, she cupped my face with her soft full tits.

  “I can be a good friend,” she whispered. “Hold your pretty hair when you puke. Tell you you’re not fat when you can’t fit into your pants. Fuck you really soft when some mean girl hurts your precious feelings.”

  “A mean girl is hurting my precious feelings right now, but I’d rather fuck hard.”

  Raven ran her fingers through my hair as I sucked her nipple into my mouth.

  “I wish we could be more, Vaughn, but we’re too fucked up to be more to anyone. We’ll just be friends. Even with my rude mouth, I do take care of my friends.”

  Licking the nipple I’d tasted, I smiled at her. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

  Raven shared my grin as she lowered herself on my waiting erection. We sighed in unison as her pussy swallowed me whole. As our bodies worked together in a steady rhythm, Raven and I watched each other. In a different world as different people, we might be something amazing. In this particular world as these particular people, we would be the best friends anyone had ever seen.

  Chapter Eleven – Raven

  Never did my mother watch us play roller derby. She never came to a school event and she never met a single one of my teachers. The only stepdad who ever showed interest was the creepy one. Shaun came to my fifth grade Christmas show and clapped really loud. Afterwards, he hugged me in the weird way I’d learned to ignore until he started hugging Lark the same way.

  Growing up, I knew a lot of kids didn’t have such great parents either. Ellsberg had a trashy section with all the trailer parks. While those kids probably had plenty to bitch growing up, at least their drunk and tweaker parents showed up for school functions. They might stumble around. Or cheer like at a monster truck rally and embarrass their kids, but they showed up. My mom didn’t because she didn’t want to and that was what mattered. With my mother, her needs were above all others.

  Even with Larry who controlled her every fart, she was happy because she had a man. Margo lived her life in several stages. Stage one: hunting for a man. Stage two: the honeymoon period of loving a man. Stage three: the tension of a failing relationship. Stage four: depression at losing a man. Back to stage one.

  Men always left my mom and she never left them. Even if they were pure shit, she clung to them. I was the same way. With Dex, I could barely tolerate being in the same room with him, but I didn’t ditch him. I held on until he made a run and I couldn’t catch up.

  The sickness was generational.

  One day, Vaughn would shake me loose. I would be outraged and maybe trash his Harley. He’d call me a crazy bitch. I’d cry and whine and swear off men. Everything was already written in stone and I should aim for a little dignity. I needed to end things before he did and Vaughn was close to walking away. He seemed restless when I spent the night and was probably looking for his out already.

  I wasn’t letting go though. Not yet. Not until he pried me off him. Vaughn was too perfect in a flawed world not to embarrass myself over.

  Dressed for the fight, I caressed my inner thighs and smiled at their tenderness. Vaughn might want his space, but he still fucked me senseless the night before. I also made him laugh so hard he nearly choked. If I ignored his bad moods and occasional struggles for freedom, we’d spent a great evening together.

  “I’m going to crush your pretty face, bitch.”

  Turning around, I saw the redneck skank I was fighting. She had a few inches on me and more than a few pounds. I’d seen her in the halls before, but I’d never seen her fight. Not that it mattered since I got paid whether I won or lost.

  “You hear me, bitch.”

  “Save it for the cage,” I muttered, turning back to tie my shoes.

  “Listen up, bitch!”

  “Shut the fuck up!” someone yelled nearby. “I have a headache.”

  Redneck bitch was about to mouth off until she caught sight of the Dragon sitting up from the bench nearby.

  “I’m trying to take a fucking nap between fights. Do you mind?” he said, glaring at us.

  “Why should I care?” she asked with less heat to her voice.

  “Because I hit chicks.”

  We stared at Dragon whose dark hair hung in his eyes, giving him a boyish look. With his hard body covered in wounds, new and old, there was nothing boyish about the rest of him.

  Redneck bitch shrugged. “Take your fucking nap,” she muttered, walking out.

  “You’re welcome,” Dragon said to me.

  Standing up, I frowned at him. “I didn’t need your help.”

  “She’s going to sit on you,” he said then laughed. “The minute you start beating her, she’ll sit
on you and win. I’d bet money on it.”

  Laughing too, I threw a towel at him. “It’s not funny. Based on her breath, I think she ate chili recently.”

  Dragon nearly fell off the bench laughing. “I don’t look forward to using the cage after you two.”

  All I knew about Dragon was that he was a college student, never lost a fight except for the two times he was knocked unconscious, and the girls all claimed he was gay because he wouldn’t fuck them.

  “I’m Raven,” I said when we finished laughing.

  “Nick. I know your sister. How is she feeling?”

  “Like a tiny person preggers with twins.”

  Nodding, Nick leaned back on the bench. “Not to be rude, but I really do have a headache.”

  “Sure. I’ll try to keep my screams for help to a minimum.”

  Closing his eyes, Nick grinned. “Just remember you get paid either way. Plus, you’re pretty enough to overcome stinking.”

  As Nick rested, I walked out to the cage where Redneck Bitch waited. Turned out that not only did my opponent have a name, Trina also had a fan club who chanted her name as we faced off.

  Looking around, I realized no one was chanting my name. I spotted Vaughn in the front row where Tucker’s buddies sat. He was yelling, but the crowd was so loud I can’t tell what he was saying.

  Vaughn looked hotter than I remember and I remembered him being unbelievably fucking hot. With his hair pulled back in a ponytail, I saw how badly he needed a shave and I imagined the stubble against my skin. He wore a dark gray Harley shirt tight across his powerful chest. I allowed my mind to return to his tattoos and thick blond chest hair hidden under the tee. As he stood in the stands surrounded by lesser beings, I spotted his dagger necklace. I remembered how it swayed as he moved inside me.

  While my mind was on Vaughn, Trina took her first shot before the bell rang. Fortunately, her aim was off and she only clipped the end of my nose. The bell rang and Trina rushed at me. She couldn’t fight for shit, but she was bigger and wanted to win more than I did. At that point, I just didn’t want her sitting on me in front of Vaughn.

  Between the crowd noise and Trina’s warrior yell, I could barely focus. I still managed to dodge her a few times before I came up with a plan that wouldn’t end with her using me as a chair.