Damaged and the Outlaw (Damaged #4)

“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.