I reached the alley first on my Harley because Raven didn’t have the luxury of maneuvering around traffic. Sitting on my bike, I told myself taking her to the alley didn’t mean anything. Nothing with Raven was real. It was easy fun. She was just a friend and I bowled with friends.
Raven nearly bounced from where she parked her old jeep to where I waited. I wanted to play it cool, but she looked too perfect. Beautiful and excited, Raven was a sight. I also saw the redness around her eyes from when she cried before I got outside. I didn’t know what brought on the tears and didn’t have the courage to ask. I also noticed a few new bruises rising up on her beautiful face.
Thinking about her in the cage, I was shocked by how crazy she seemed. The way she went from running away from her larger opponent to attack mode was impressive, but a little scary. Fortunately, I found crazy, scary chicks hot.
“I haven’t been here since I moved back,” Raven said, smiling up at me.
“Prepared to be crushed,” I said, attempting for distance between us.
Raven ignored my tone and slid up against me. I felt the heat from her skin and the dampness from her clean hair. I thought about how she laughed when in the shower with me. I recalled how her eyes watched me before we dozed off in bed. I hated her for being irresistible.
“Can we get pizza or hot dogs?” she asked, digging her fingers under my shirt and teasing the skin. “I’ll pay.”
“What about mooching?” I asked, fixing her messy hair.
“I reward my friends when they support me. I was feeling crappy and you gave me a great hug. You deserve a free hot dog.”
“Is it wrong that I got hard when you said hot dog?” I asked, leaning down to nip at her pouty lips.
“No more wrong than how wet my panties are from thinking about your hot dog, Turner and Cock.”
“I like Cocker and Hoochie better.”
“It does have a nice ring to it, but let’s bowl first.”
Grinning, I took her hand. I knew we were acting like a couple, but that was fine. With a line of Harleys in the parking lot, I suspected we’d have eyes on us. Well, eyes on Raven and I didn’t want the assholes getting any ideas.
The minute we walked inside, the assholes noticed Raven. In her sweat shorts and a light green tank, Raven was showing off a lot of flesh. I would have enjoyed the view and didn’t blame them for doing it too. Except she was with me and that made her mine. No matter how temporary our relationship might be, the fuckers were leering at my woman.
Once Raven had her shoes and ball, I said I would order us food. Before I made it to the concession stand, I stopped to say hi to the out-of-towners. The head guy looked like Santa Claus after a few years on meth and some time in the slammer. He tried to shake my hand and might have been ready to compliment my hot date. I never gave him a chance.
“I’m Jeff,” the head fucker said.
“I’m Outlaw. If you look at my girl one more time, I’ll cut your fucking faces off to make a puppet show for her. Do you understand?”
“Man…”
“Do you understand?” I asked again.
“Fine, asshole. Hard to believe such a nice guy has a contract on his head.”
“I killed a few guys to get that contract and I’ll kill a few more tonight. No skin off my ass if I remove your fucking faces.”
Turning away, I left them to bitch or maybe jump me. They played it safe and let me walk away. I ordered a dozen dogs and two big sodas then returned to Raven.
Sitting in one of the swivel chairs, Raven had her legs parted and was swaying back and forth. An absent-minded seductress in a place filled with pervy old men and barely behaving bikers. I wondered if she had any idea what she did to men. Raven looked at me and smiled. She knew.
“Did you scare those losers?” she asked, standing next to me and looking over the food. “Would it be wrong to say I got a little wet when I saw you glaring at them?”
Grinning, I kissed the top of her head. “I get you so horny, don’t I, Gidget?”
“I like that one. Makes me seem cute.”
“You are cute.”
“As a button?”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
Mouth full of hot dog, she grinned then wiped her hands on her shorts and picked up the ball. I half watched her position and form. Mostly, I watched her sway her ass at me. Raven rolled and managed to take down eight pins. She smiled at me like a kid looking for approval. The expression on her face killed me and I fucking clapped. How could I not?
Raven’s smile softened and I saw such vulnerability in her eyes. I could crush her tonight. For whatever reason, she was open to me more than ever before. If I treated her cruelly, I could crush her and end this pointless dance between us. In my life, I could have done many evil things and never did. I wouldn’t hurt Raven. At least, not tonight.
After knocking down a pin on her second try, she joined me at the table.
“Will you wiggle your ass at me now?” she asked, batting her lashes.
“Hell yeah. Try not to come at the sight of it.”
Raven spit up her soda and kept giggling while I shook my ass while aiming up my shot. When I made a strike, she clapped and bounced for me.
Damaged and the Outlaw (Damaged #4)
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