Vagrant: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Voss, Deja

  “Friday. I expect good news on Friday.”

  I hang up the phone and chuck it across the room. Dolly is making her “I need to go out right this second” sound, slapping me in the stomach with her paw.

  “I know, princess,” I say. “Let’s get you walked, get me showered, and pray for a miracle.”

  Chapter Ten

  Tucker:

  Something doesn’t feel right. Muffled yelling drifts through the air from the nearby campsite, and it’s not the usual jovial insult hurling I’ve come to accept from my crew. I just laid down, and my body definitely isn’t trying to get back up again, but my mind is racing.

  Trouble is brewing on the mountain and I need to go lend a hand. These people saved me, and now it’s my responsibility to be there for them.

  “What’s going on?” I ask the men, who are standing around with their heads down. Mitch is dragging a safe from the supply shelter. He slaps it up on the table and begins unlocking it.

  “Moss is in jail,” Forrest, the lanky redhead with the missing front teeth says solemnly. “Got picked up on an old warrant.”

  “Oh shit. What do we do?”

  “We get him the fuck out right now,” Luna says, storming from her tent. Her hair is disheveled and she looks like she did about as much sleeping as I did last night. “Where’s the money, Mitch?”

  She’s usually so calm and collected, but I can tell she’s near her breaking point right now.

  Mitch pries open the safe and pulls out a leather satchel full of bills.

  “It’s looking a little lean, kids.” He frowns, shaking his head.

  “We need seven grand,” Stone says.

  “Well, we’re probably better off baking a shiv into a cake,” Mitch growls.

  “What does that even mean?” Luna asks, on the verge of tears.

  “It means the only way Moss is getting out of there anytime soon is if he breaks out himself,” Mitch says. “I have three thousand here.”

  “What about a bond?” I ask.

  Everyone looks at me like I’m crazy.

  “A bond?” Luna squeals, her eyes lighting up with rage. “Sounds brilliant. You got fucking ID?”

  “Knock it off, woman,” Mitch says. “How’s he supposed to know? He’s just trying to help.”

  “I’m sorry. It’s just… this is all my fault.” Her eyes well up with tears and she sits down on a stump, dry heaving into her hands.

  “Stop,” Mitch says. “No sense in getting all worked up.”

  “I might know someone who can help us,” I say, and immediately want to put my foot in my mouth. I can’t believe I would even suggest such a thing, but I hate the way everyone is acting and it’s stressing me out.

  “Who do you know?” Luna wails. “You don’t even know yourself!”

  “She’s a writer. She has connections. She said she would help me find out who I was. Maybe she can help Moss at least get a bond or something.”

  “Connections and sharp teeth,” Mitch laughs.

  “Well what are we waiting for?” Luna asks. “Let’s go down there and talk to her. Moss needs out today. He doesn’t do well in places like that.”

  “We can’t just roll up on her and start asking for money and making wild demands,” I say. “Let me talk to her and see what she suggests. Who knows, she might not even be at the campground when I get back. She might not even want to talk to me. I’m not trying to get your hopes up.”

  “You already did, Tucker,” Luna says, an angry glare in her eyes. “After all we did for you.”

  “You’re out of control, Luna,” Mitch barks at her. “Go sit in your tent and let the grown-ups talk.”

  She storms off with a huff, but not before shouting over her shoulder at me, “He saved your fucking life, Tucker. Be a man!”

  “I understand if you don’t want to,” Mitch says. “No harm, no foul. We’ll figure something out.”

  The rest of the crew pipes in with similar sentiments, and I realize that even if I have a slight chance of getting Moss out of jail, it’s worth a shot. These guys are my brothers, and I know they’d do the same for me.

  Plus, I’m already dying to see her again. I shouldn’t have left her alone last night.

  “I’ll do it,” I say.

  “You sure?” Mitch asks.

  I nod. As much as I hate the idea of having to ask her for a favor, as much as I hate the idea that she might think I’m just trying to use her, I’m kind of thrilled by the thought that I get to see Molly, and hopefully touch her and kiss her and be with her again.

  “You better get yourself cleaned up,” he urges. “She’s not gonna want to come within ten feet of you looking and smelling like that.”

  “Alright,” I smile. “I’m going.”

  “Take the four-wheeler,” Forrest urges. The men cheer, and morale is right back where it needs to be. I only hope I can make good on my promise without making a bigger mess out of my chances with the girl I want to be with more than anyone in the world.

  * * *

  I’m exhausted. My mind is being pulled in a million directions. I can’t wait to see her again and it’s been less than twelve hours, but I have a feeling she’s not going to be thrilled to have me.

  Walking out on her in the middle of the night might have been a dick move, but it was for her own good.

  And now, my clan, my crew, my family, expects me to go crawling back to her like a beggar looking for some sort of handout. I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t slam the door in my face and send me packing.

  Still, it could be worth it. Worth it for the chance to get one look at her again, worth it for the opportunity to smell her hair, look into her eyes, soak in that feeling of home that she elicits inside of me, even if it’s just for one last time.

  I know I look good in my tight black t-shirt and jeans, and I even trimmed up the beard a little bit. If you were to see me walking down the street, you’d have no idea where I came from. I’m barreling down the mountain on a four-wheeler, dust flying through the air, spinning my tires in gravel.

  I park at the entrance of the campground, my heart beating through my shirt the whole time. I don’t know what I’m going to say to her. I haven’t got that far yet.

  I can’t tell if she’s home or not, and I figure I’ll sit outside for a minute in the camping chair and try to gather my thoughts. I was supposed to do that on the ride down, but all I could think about was the way her voice drifts into some high-pitched squeal to scream my name while I’m thrusting inside her.

  Tell her you’re sorry, I think. Ask her how her ankle is feeling. Keep it light.

  My thoughts are interrupted by the shrill bark of Dolly, and I hear Molly’s voice soothing her through the open window.

  “Calm down, babydoll,” she coos. “There’s nobody out there.”

  Right.

  I hunch down in the chair and put my head in my hands. I really, really shouldn’t be here. These two are fine and happy without me complicating things.

  Dolly’s barks don’t stop, and soon they turn into desperate howls. I hear the dog’s paws pitter-patter back and forth across the laminate floor.

  “You wanna go see?” she asks. “Come on.”

  The door swings open and the pinscher comes running at me, full speed, nubby tail wagging, mouth open, like she just spotted her best friend. At least one of them is happy to see me, I think. She leaps into my lap, nudging my hand with her snout, begging for attention.

  “Jesus, Tucker,” Molly gasps when she spots me. She sets her pistol down on the steps and stands there with her hands in the air, mouth wide open. Her cutoff denim shorts show off those luscious thighs of hers and her long hair is wet, wild, like she just got out of the shower. No makeup, no frills, and she’s still the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

  “You gonna shoot me in broad daylight?” I tease. “I don’t blame you if you want to.”

  “Why are you here?” she asks.

  “I’m sorr
y, Molly. I swear.” I set the dog down on the ground and walk over to her. I cup her chin in my hand and gaze into her eyes. “It was really rude of me to skip out last night. I should’ve stuck around to make sure you were ok.”

  “No,” she says.

  “No?” I repeat, pulling her face close to mine. Seeing her irritated like this is having the opposite effect on me that it should. It doesn’t repel me.

  It makes me want her even more.

  “You don’t have to stick around to make sure I’m ok. I’m always ok. Yesterday was a fluke and I am eternally grateful for your help. But Dolly and I can hold our own,” she screams in my face.

  “Understood.” I shrug, and her scowl softens into something more similar to a vague look of confusion. “I should’ve stuck around and kissed your thighs until you begged me to fuck you again?”

  She’s melting in my hand but trying not to let it show. I can feel her breath on my face, I can feel the sparks between us. Maybe she only likes me for the way I make her scream, but I’ll take it for now. As I press my lips to hers, overpowering her, letting her know I’m not going to go until I get what I want, I start to lose track of why I’m here to begin with.

  I’m not going to go until I make her cum so hard she needs a mop to clean up the mess.

  Chapter Eleven

  Molly:

  Fuck fuck fuck. Shit shit shit. Dammit dammit dammit. I start running through every possible curse I can think of in my mind. Am I happy to see him? My panties sure seem to think so. Even my ankle is thankful that I’m not going to have to make the trek up the side of the mountain to track him down and try to talk to him about this story.

  The way he’s tracing his finger over my jawline, staring me in the eye like he owns me or something, gives me reason to believe we won’t be talking about the story anytime soon. The only words I can fathom other than a pile of incoherent swear words involve please, more, and harder, in every possible combination.

  The sexual chemistry between us is obvious. How could I not be attracted to this tall, dark, muscle-bound beast who kind of scares me in the best possible way? Standing there in his tight t-shirt and gray jeans that hug his ass in all the right places, it’s taking everything in me not to grab him by the beard and shove his face between my legs.

  Still, I’ve seen his gentle side, too. There’s so much more to this man than what he’s packing in his pants, and I’m slightly afraid of how hard it’s going to be to contain my deeper feelings for him.

  Shut your mouth and enjoy the ride, my brain screams out. Even though my career is hanging in the balance, all I can think about is how badly I want him inside me again.

  “Why don’t you go put that gun away like a good girl?” he suggests. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you unless you want me to.”

  “Oh yeah,” I chuckle. “I’m sorry for that. You never know what’s going to happen around here. A girl can’t be too safe living on her own. Especially when her alarm system wants to lick everyone’s face.”

  “Looks like you’re walking a little better today,” he says, following me inside, shutting and locking the door behind him and sliding off his boots in the doorway. “We’ll have to do something about that.” He shoots me a devious wink that hits me right in the core.

  I pull open the hidden compartment under my bed and put my pistol inside. He’s inches away from me, as though if he lets me get too far away I’m going to take off running. That’s the last thing on my mind. The only place I want to run is right into his big strong arms.

  “Come here,” he says, sitting down on my bed. I sit beside him, dangling my feet off the edge. “I really did come here to talk to you, Molly. It’s just seeing you standing there in those little short shorts, looking like you were fixing to punch me or something, I don’t know, I can’t resist you. If you want me to go, I will.”

  I hang my head in my hands and let out a sigh. Nothing like a little conversation to kill the mood, to remind me just how fucked-up this situation is.

  “I actually was hoping I’d see you again,” I say. “I have something I need to talk to you about.”

  “You’re pregnant?” he teases me mockingly. “I know I’m good, but shit, I know that condom didn’t break, and it’s been less than twenty-four hours.”

  “Boy, you’re awfully sure of yourself.”

  I run my fingers down his chest, feeling every delicious muscle underneath my fingertips. I kiss his jawline, and by the way he’s breathing in my ear, I can tell he’s as hot and bothered as I am. “It can wait. I mean, until after we’re done not making a baby.”

  “You want me to put a baby in you?” he says, so casually like it’s a normal thing.

  “Honey, I get a shot every year that ensures you can’t put a baby in me right now.”

  “Well that’s a relief. No offense. It would be an honor to knock you up.”

  “Yeah, well, we can practice at least,” I suggest. I pull his shirt up over his head, kissing my way down his neck, to his chest, down his luscious abs, feeling them with my tongue as he quivers beneath me.

  “Tucker!” I squeal as he grabs my wrists in his fist and flips me on my back, pinning my hands above my head, completely overpowering my body.

  “I’m sorry, Molly,” he says, eying my body up like I am his prey. He unbuttons my jean shorts with one hand and tugs them down my thighs in one quick swoop. The palm of his hand grinds into my drenched panties, his fingertips exploring my folds through the pink polka-dot cotton, and I buck my hips into him, anxious and waiting for more stimulation.

  “Please, Tucker,” I mewl, my hips working independent of the rest of my body as he teases me, my arms pressed firmly into the mattress by his hand. “You don’t have to apologize for leaving. It’s ok.”

  “Not that,” he laughs, kissing me hard on the lips as he pulls my panties aside, smearing my wetness up and down my slit, catching my moans in his mouth. “I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to lick that sweet pussy of yours. You were such a generous and nasty girl, taking me in your throat and working my cock with that soft little tongue of yours. It’s not very gentlemanlike of me not to return the favor.”

  My pussy clenches at the thought of his mouth on it. His fingers glide up and down my mound, occasionally grazing my swollen clit.

  “Would you like that, Molly?” he asks.

  I nod, my eyes wide.

  “Tell me,” he urges, clasping my wrists tighter in his hand, staring at me through squinted eyes.

  “Please, Tucker. Kiss me.” I feel so deliciously dirty, every sense heightened with arousal thanks to his words, his touch, his promises. I would do anything this big burly mountain man asked of me in this moment.

  “Like this?” he asks, teasing behind my earlobe, the stubble of his beard tickling my neck as I feel his warm tongue on my flesh, his hand never leaving my pussy. It feels so good, I’m crawling out of my skin and I moan softly. “I love the sounds you make, woman.”

  He lets go of my hands, pulling my tank top up over my head, my braless breasts heaving as he sizes me up. “Or like this?” he asks, his mouth trailing down my collarbone to my nipple, taking it between his lips, rolling his tongue over it until it’s a tender hard nub.

  He takes it in his teeth, biting down with controlled pressure, slightly painful but oh so incredible. My back arches and I press my breasts into his face, begging for more.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he groans, breathing onto my nipple, wet with his saliva, sending chills down my spine. He kisses his way across to the other one, nibbling and sucking my tender bud.

  “You’re so fucking wet, you dirty girl. You’re making me so hard.”

  “Please,” I beg, rocking my hips on his hand, desperate to feel him inside me. He kisses down my stomach, inching closer and closer to my mound.

  “Hold on to those sheets and don’t let go. Do you understand?” he asks. “It’s very important, Molly.”

  I nod, gripping the sheets above my he
ad.

  “Tell me,” he says, pulling his hand from my underwear, as if he’s about to leave me hanging here.

  “I understand.”

  He plants a wet kiss right on my clit as he pulls my panties down to my ankles. I kick them to the floor.

  “You’re such a good girl.” His hands run up and down my thighs and I am shaking. “I am going to make you feel really good. You just have to trust me.”

  He kisses my inner thighs, and instinctively I try to clamp them together, but his strong hands pry me apart, spreading me further and further until he is face-to-face with my most intimate parts. I feel so vulnerable spread like this, my hands over my head, my whole body on display for this man I barely know, but something about him is so intoxicating, so dominating, I don’t feel ashamed. I feel like this is right where I belong.

  He traces his tongue up and down my slit, teasing me expertly, knowing that if he strokes me just right, just for a second, I’m going to explode all over his face.

  I wrap my legs around the back of his neck, trying to guide him to that spot, completely frustrated with the tease. He reads my cue and looks up at me with a knowing smile.

  “You taste so good, Molly. I could lick your pussy all night long.” He flattens his tongue and presses it into my clit, sending me over the cliff. My hips rise to extend the sensation, and he doesn’t let up.

  He just presses further, licks me harder, diving his tongue in and out of my pussy until I feel like I can’t take anymore. I let go of the sheets, reaching to move his face away from me.

  His palm lands onto my fleshy ass cheek with a loud slap, and in that instant I’m brought back to the ground. Back to reality. I’m not in charge here. And I’m utterly intoxicated with that idea.

  “I told you, you dirty girl,” he growls. “Do you not know how to listen?” His eyes look slightly more devious than usual, his face twisted into a snarl of a grin. It’s frightening. It’s sexy in a way I’ve never experienced before.