Damaged and the Outlaw (Damaged #4)

Like Harlow once hid behind me, Winona now cowered behind her sister. With her face painted, I couldn’t tell how old she was. I’d suspect around the same age as eighteen year old Harlow. If she was living with the Todds, Winona suffered a shitty childhood thanks to bikers. No wonder she was scared of me.

“It was nice seeing you, Vaughn,” Harlow said when I only frowned at her.

“Enjoy the fair,” I muttered, wishing I could look at her without wondering about my choices years ago. “Stay close to your parents.”

Eyes lighting up, Harlow nodded. I suspected she was thrilled for me to say more than two words to her.

Not long after the girls walked away, Raven appeared, messing with her shorts.

“I think I gained weight since we got here,” she said, fiddling with the waistband.

“I like a girl with some meat on her bones.”

Raven looked up at me and smiled so beautifully that my chest tightened at the sight. I wanted to blurt out how much I loved her then beg her to take my balls as an offering of my love. Fortunately, Raven wasn’t ready to have me embarrass myself so completely.

We walked around the fair, dodging crowds of people. Spotting Judd and Tawny at a game yards away, I got an idea to show my woman how much I cared without having to say the words.

“Let me win you a bear,” I said, stopping in front of a ball throw game. “I was the pitcher on my little league team.”

“No and stop telling me personal things about you. Especially about your childhood.”

“Worried you won’t seem fascinating next to my amazing stories?”

Raven wanted to smile. I saw how much she fought the grin, but she won. Glaring at me, she sighed.

“You’re getting clingy.”

“How do you figure?”

“Men win crap for their girlfriends and we’re not dating. You’ve gone soft. I need to dump you.”

“But we’re not dating.”

“Dump you as my fuck buddy.”

A staring contest ensued. As usual, she won because I wanted to kiss her when I stared into those eyes for too long.

“Looky over there,” I said, turning her around towards Judd and Tawny.

My friend had won his woman a big bear. Tawny was smiling like Judd was amazing even though I suspected he probably cheated.

“Judd and I are buddies. Like most men who are buddies, we have regular pissing matches. In this case, he’s making me look bad, so I need to win my girl a bear to show him up. Since I don’t have a girl, just some hot fuck toy, I’m going to win a bear for you.”

Raven watched our friends then glanced over her shoulder at me and grinned. “Fuck toy was my nickname in high school.”

Laughing, I took her hand and yanked her to the game. “Applaud when I kick ass.”

“Why should I?”

“There’ll be rewards later,” I said, giving her a wink.

Raven’s smile widened. “Throw the fucking ball!” she cried, jumping up and down. “Knock down those bottles! Mama needs a new pair of orgasms.”

I struggled to concentrate with her staring at me with the fake excited expression. Finally, I turned her away so I could focus on hitting the bottles.

“What’s wrong, champ? Performance anxiety?” she asked, leaning forward and laughing at my expense.

The guy running the game stared at Raven and I didn’t appreciate the way his gaze was mainly on her fine ass.

“Eyes off my woman,” I growled and he acted like he hadn’t been looking at all. “I want the bear with the heart thing on its stomach. How much crap do I have to knock down to make that happen?”

“Ten,” the guy said then noticed Raven was now eyeing the bear. “Fine, six.”

Smirking, I took the ball and threw it at the bottles. They smashed in a really dramatic way and Raven smiled like I was an ace pitcher. When she cheered and bounced, I nearly missed the second set of bottles.

“Ooh, you’re so strong,” she said, rubbing up against me. “Such a powerful Little Leaguer.”

“Please, allow me to win this toy for my fuck toy. She deserves it for going to a carnival without a bra.”

“I’m wearing a bra,” she hissed, looking at her boobs.

Taking this moment with her eyes off me to focus on something besides those tits hiding in a black bra, I threw the ball and hit the last set. Raven was still fiddling with the bra when I handed her the bear.

“Ta da.”

Raven shrugged. “Did you call my boobs saggy?”

“No, I just like talking about your tits. Now, take your fucking bear.”

Raven looked at the bear then at me. “My last fuck buddy won me a bigger prize.”

Frowning, I thought the bear was damn cute for a carnival prize. It was pink and furry and had a heart on its fucking tummy. What chick wouldn’t want this damn bear? A crazy one, dammit!

“I’ll toss it then,” I said, aiming at the nearby trashcan.

Raven reached for the bear. “Don’t you dare.”

“Beg for it,” I whispered as she reached for the bear I held over her head. “Make me pity you.”

Raven stopped trying to reach the bear and caressed my chest. Her blue eyes met mine and I smiled at the softness in her gaze.

“Please, Vaughn,” she whispered.

“Fuck,” I mumbled, handing her the bear. “That’s cheating.”