Damaged and the Outlaw (Damaged #4)

Bailey snorted. “Honesty really is for suckers. Enjoy your vacuum kisses.”


This elicited laughter from Sawyer who remained stretched out on the couch. Clearly, the seven year old wasn’t ready for all nighters.

My afternoon was beyond dull. I folded laundry, took a nap while watching TV, and folded more laundry. My mind was on Vaughn and how to see him without looking for him. I didn’t want the bastard knowing I craved his hot body. Or how I needed a good laugh. Or how I was curious about his life. I told myself my curiosity was a friend thing. The buddies part of the fuck buddies, but I wanted to know him now.

Sitting at Tequila Jodi’s, I waited for him to show. Logically, I knew he frequented Kirk’s place more and might be running the streets with chicks. Or he might be hanging out at his place. Somehow, I hoped he would know I was waiting for him at Jodi’s.

My mind was on those possible chicks who kept his bed warm the night before. I hated the jealousy in my gut. Loathed my stupid easily attached heart. No, I decided it wasn’t my heart that cared. I was simply concerned about contracting cooties. Yep, that was it.

The cootie monster entered the bar then stood at the doorway. He was considering whether to play it cool. Maybe sit at a booth and make me come to him. Even without seeing his face, I knew he was considering his options. In the end, Vaughn decided he was in a hurry and games could wait.

“Last night was great, Raven,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “I like the part where you met me behind the bar and I fucked your brains out. Hell, I fucked mine out too and can’t even remember the whole thing. Still, I know it was great.”

Grinning, I looked him up and down. “You look familiar. Derek, is it?”

“Do I look like a Derek?” he grunted, ordering himself a beer. “James maybe. I could be a Bill.”

“No way. Bill is an everyman name. You are not average, stud.”

Vaughn’s irritation faded. “You look good. Well rested. You sleep well, tulip?”

“Lark’s couch is pretty comfy, so yeah.”

Vaughn rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe the pixy tricked me.”

“You didn’t try very hard. No torture. Not even threats of it. I don’t think you really wanted to find me.”

“I didn’t sense you wanted to be found.”

“I didn’t.”

“You’re out in plain sight tonight.”

“Yes, I am. I have big plans for tonight.”

Sizing me up, Vaughn likely realized who the plans were with because his glare shifted into a smile.

“I might crash early myself.”

Smirking, I asked the question I was curious about. “Give yourself a happy ending last night?”

“Had three coeds to help me with that. I think two of them were named Kaitlin.”

“Good for you,” I said, trying not to grind my teeth. “After I ditched you and before I crashed at Lark’s, I hooked up with an old buddy from high school. Chad works at a gym. Buffed with shoulders to die for.”

The muscles in Vaughn’s jaw clenched and the amusement in his eyes faded.

“Well, I hope you took one of those bleach bubble baths because I’m planning to fuck you tonight.”

“I don’t know. Three coeds?” I leaned forward and sniffed him. “I think I might still be able to smell them on you.” Giving his bare shoulder a lick, I sat back. “Yeah, I definitely taste coed. I guess you didn’t use enough Purell.”

Vaughn inhaled harshly and I saw his jaw clench again. A mental struggle occurred in his big pretty head and I just hoped he didn’t hurt himself.

“Fine,” he grunted, leaning over and erasing the space between us. “My happy ending involved me jacking off thinking of you,”

Nearly spitting up my beer, I laughed at his expression. I placed my hand on his chest and his gaze focused on my face as if searching for something.

“I’m not jealous,” he whispered. “I don’t get possessive of fuck buddies. I’d still like you to tell me more about this Chad, so I can hunt him down and kick his ass.”

“Why kick his ass if you’re not clingy,” I said, tugging away from his grip.

“For your protection only. A guy that muscular is probably on ‘roids. He could get ragey and I want to make sure you’re safe. Just tell me where to find him and I’ll break his legs, so he can’t hassle you.”

Staring into his beautiful blue eyes, I knew he was serious. I slid my hands under his tee.

“I like thinking about you stroking your cock. It excites me.”

Vaughn’s breathing stopped and he stared transfixed on my lips.

“I think I might have to fuck you right here,” he finally said.

“Would you like to watch me touch myself?”

“Yep, I’m gonna fuck you right now.”

Laughing, I jumped off the chair to flee, but he got a finger in the loop of my shorts.

“Say it,” I whispered.

Vaughn grinned. “Pretty please with your clit on top.”

“Ew,” I said, pushing him away. “Although I am a sucker for good manners.”

Reaching up to kiss him, I frowned when he pulled away.