Damaged and the Outlaw (Damaged #4)

Raven nearly fell off her chair laughing. I felt intensely proud to make her lose her cool so thoroughly. After calming down, Raven threw up her hand and I high fived her.

“You win,” she said, catching her breath. “I’ll play videogames at your place after fucking your brains out. Make you forget all about sexy Judd.”

I loved how pink her cheeks were from laughing. They were different than when we fucked. Raven seemed less guarded now and the way she looked at me put all of my worries back into overdrive.

“Don’t fall in love with me,” I warned, finishing my drink. “I know I’m charming and every girl’s dream, but I’m in no position to be your Cock in Shining Armor.”

“Don’t worry about it, Raiders of the Lost Cock.”

Laughing, I hoped she kept her word. Deep inside, I got the impression if Raven ever focused all of her power on me that I’d beg to have my balls in her purse.

“I’m tired,” she said, stretching. “After you nail me at my place, feel free to get the hell out so I can sleep.”

“Well, gee, you’re making me feel like a piece of meat.”

Raven smiled softly. “I like when you pretend to have feelings. It’s really sexy.”

“What was your last man like? Did he have feelings?”

Raven’s smile faded. “He was a turd. They’re all turds because that’s my type. I’m drawn to losers.”

“You’re drawn to me and I’m not a loser.”

Smirking, Raven nodded. “Why do you say things like that if you don’t want me to make you cry?”

“Who says I don’t? If my feelings turn you on, I’m all for faking what needs to be faked to get you wet.”

“Just take off your clothes and let me ravage you. No feelings necessary to get me wet.”

“You can’t know how hard I got when you said ravage.”

Raven studied my face. “I would caress you with my foot, but I worry I might crush your balls instead.”

“Man, if you keep sweet-talking me like this, I won’t be able to wait until we get you home. I’ll just do you in the bushes.”

Raven gave me a big smile. “Every time I worry you’ll get all weak and clingy, you say something so unromantic and I immediately like you more. You’re the best fuck buddy ever.”

“Shit,” I muttered, reaching for my wallet. “I need to get you naked soon before my dick instigates a revolt in my pants.”

“Hallmark called,” she said, giving me her bitchy girl face, “and they want their romantic drivel back.”

Standing up, I pulled her out of her chair and sucked on her neck until she lost the superior expression on her sexy face. Relaxing into my embrace, she moaned my name quietly and I finally relented. I stared down into her faded blue eyes and smiled.

“I may never own your heart, plum, but I’ve paid for your pussy in full.”

Raven burst into laughter then pulled out her phone. I watched her text something then hit send.

“I know Lark’s been in the dumps lately and that’s totally going to give her a good laugh.”

“Sounded better in my head.”

Raven patted my cheek. “Dumbass. Fortunately, I like my friends stupid. It helps me fit in.”

“Thanks, pancake.”

“Keep trying, nutless. I’m going to pee while you pay.”

“I thought this wasn’t a date.”

“It’s not,” she said, walking away. “I mooch off my friends too.”

I paid the check and left a nice tip for the waitress who had to endure all of our cock talk through the meal. While I considered waiting for Raven, that seemed like a boyfriend move. Instead, I walked outside and stared at the late morning sky.

A Harley woke me from my horny thoughts and I noticed Reaper Scott Clark arriving with a small girl on the back of his bike. I was no Mister Law and Order by any means, but even I knew the kid could fall off in traffic and die. Guys around Ellsberg thought they were tough shit having their princesses riding on their Harleys. They figured as long as she was wearing a helmet that a three year old should be fine.

Rolling my eyes as the thought process of the guys in my motorcycle club, I felt Raven exiting the restaurant. She pushed past me and walked towards my Harley. I assumed she was pissed because I hadn’t hung back like her bitch.

“What?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“I want to go.”

“Hey, Vaughn,” Scott said, walking with his kid. “Raven.”

Turning away from the guy, Raven stared at me. “I want to go home now.”

“Sure,” I said, giving a head nod to Scott who disappeared into the restaurant.

Raven climbed on behind me and held on tight.

“Did you have a run-in with that fuck?” I asked, glancing back at her. “Shit, don’t tell me he’s an old boyfriend.”

Raven frowned at me. “That’s my dad, you jackass.”

Oddly relieved by this news, I hated to have been jealous. Man, were my balls already in her purse? Had I not noticed when she removed them? What was wrong with me?