Damaged and the Outlaw (Damaged #4)

Without missing a beat, Judd told Tawny, “Don’t look at Vaughn’s ass.”


Sliding up next to him, she caressed his stubbled jaw. “His wouldn’t win. No ass is as perfect as yours.”

Vaughn glanced at me. “They’re going to have bathroom sex now. Let’s order wings and wait them out.”

Grinning, I took his hand and pulled him towards the empty dance floor. Josh Turner sang overhead about love. It was the kind of mushy tune that normally made me puke. Tonight, while dancing with an unbearably handsome man who wanted to make a life with me, the romantic song felt right.

“Are they really going to have sex in the bathroom?” I asked, realizing Judd and Tawny were gone.

“No, they brought the SUV. I guess, they knew the night would be too sexy to avoid a quickie.”

“Why aren’t we having a quickie?”

Vaughn gave me a sly grin. “Self control, cookie. We have it and they don’t.”

“Because they’re hotter for each other than we are?” I asked, swaying my hips against his.

“Screw you. I’ll whip my cock out and fuck you this second. I’m game if you are.”

Laughing at his serious expression, I wrapped him tighter in my arms. “Let’s save all the heat for your apartment.”

“Our apartment, cheeky. We should talk about finding new digs. Something big for when I’ve created a basketball team in your womb.”

“Not all at once, right?”

“Lark’s having a litter. Why not us too?”

Spinning around, I leaned back against him. “Where do you want to live?”

“A house. There are some big ones in Cooper’s neighborhood. If we moved there, you and Farah could talk babies or vaginas or whatever chicks talk about when they’re alone.”

“Cocks and chocolate. That’s the gist of our conversation choices.”

“Nice,” he murmured, running his hands up and down my hips. “Do you want a house? Like suburbia crap? I’ll give my woman whatever she wants.”

“Growing up, I always wanted to live in a pretty house and stay there for a long time. I’d love for my kids to grow up in the same house with the same friends. It doesn’t even have to be a fancy house or that big. Sharing rooms won’t kill kids. It’ll teach them patience and sharing. I usually shared rooms with Lark. Sometimes with Phoenix too.”

Saying my brother’s name made me a little sad. Lark and I had found such happiness, but Phoenix never even had a chance to grow up.

“I miss him,” I said, resting against Vaughn. “Even after all these years, I miss him. I know Lark does too. She cries more lately because of the hormones. Anything that reminds her of Phoenix gets her going.”

“That’s what the blue butterfly is, right?” Vaughn said, grazing my bare back with his warm fingers. “That’s Phoenix and the pink one at Tinker’s shoulder is Lark.” When I smiled, Vaughn kissed my forehead. “My sweet Tinker.”

“I always liked her spunk and understood her obsessive jealous nature when it came to boys. I have that sickness too.”

“Will you get a tattoo in honor of me?” he asked with complete seriousness. “Me on a Harley with my hair blowing in the wind. Just throwing ideas out.”

“Can you be Peter Pan on the Harley?”

Likely remembering all the teasing he got from the guys about green tights, Vaughn’s smile faded. “Forget it. Just stick my name across your ass and call it a day.”

Laughing, I climbed Vaughn who wrapped me in his arms. “I’m getting a butterfly for every kid we have,” I whispered in his ear as Vaughn walked us out to the Harley and past Tawny and Judd’s a-rocking SUV. “I’ll also do that ass tat like you suggested.”

“Oh, yeah,” Vaughn said, resting me on the Harley. “I’m getting a tattoo on my ass dedicated to you. Tinker and Peter in a very explicit love scene. Tasteful, but explicit.”

The thought of that tattoo had me giggling on and off all night. Even the next day when I met the girls at the salon, I found myself laughing at the image of Tinker and Peter fucking on Vaughn’s ass.

While I smiled to myself, Tawny fed Farah Pico de Gallo. Maddy studied my shoulders and sighed.

“I burn then tan, but get all freckled. Not attractive, but my man loves me anyway.”

Grinning at her, I took one of the fashion magazines nearby and fanned Lark who was sweating like she’d just run a marathon.

“Baby cooking is tricky shit, huh?” I teased her.

“Yeah, but I’m tired mostly because Aaron kept me up last night playing Uno. It’s official though. I am the Uno champion of our household. Beat his sexy ass something fierce.”

“What did you win?”

When Lark gave me a naughty grin, I got the worst giggles. Jodi watched us goofing off and rolled her eyes.

“I need to spend more time with women my age, but they’re always whining about how their men can’t get it up and aren’t sexy anymore. I just can’t relate.”

We all laughed and settled in for our pedicures.