Damaged and the Outlaw (Damaged #4)

“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.”