Damaged and the Outlaw (Damaged #4)

“Stop while you’re ahead.”


Standing up, Vaughn held out a hand. I ignored his gesture and stood up on my own. When I noticed the two guys still watching us, I flipped them off before taking Vaughn’s arm.

“Like they ever had a chance,” I muttered and Vaughn’s smile grew.

“Takes a special man to talk a girl out of abstinence.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself.”

As we arrived at his black Harley, I admitted it looked pretty fucking sexy. He’d make it sexier when he wrapped his strong legs over…

As if sensing my brain was already in horny overdrive, Vaughn leaned down and kissed me. Just a gentle peck lacking any heat. I frowned at him as he climbed on the motorcycle.

“That’s it?” I asked, not climbing on.

As the Harley roared to life, Vaughn laced his fingers through my hair and tugged me closer for another kiss. This one was deeper as his tongue explored mine. With Vaughn tasting like beer and smelling like chocolate, I nearly orgasmed right there. Instead, I climbed on and imagined him naked under me.

I only had myself to blame for our inability to get to bed before my panties came off. During the ride to his place, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. Vaughn smelled so good and his skin was perfection under my fingertips. I’d never been any good at restraining myself when aroused like I was with him. My hands slid under his shirt, exploring hot flesh. I caressed the thick hair on his chest before moving to his thighs.

Vaughn was the epitome of a MC enforcer, never showing the least bit of arousal besides his erection. He never glanced back, made a sound, or wavered while driving. Vaughn was the focused stud all the way to his place. As soon as we arrived and I slid off the Harley, his fingers were in my hair. He kissed me like a man possessed. Once Vaughn climbed off his bike, I climbed on him.

He carried me inside that way. In the elevator, he pressed the button without releasing my lips. We were locked together while I rubbed my hips against his, searching for relief our clothes wouldn’t allow.

Vaughn tasted so good that I refused to stop kissing him. Somehow, he managed to unlock his door while tangled with me. He stumbled inside the apartment, shoved the door closed, flipped on a light, and pressed me against the wall.

“Fuck,” he muttered against my neck before sucking the flesh between his teeth.

“Fuck is right. Now, harder, better. Don’t stop.”

Maybe Vaughn laughed, but I couldn’t hear him over my moans. After the bastard no doubt left a big fat hickey on my neck, he lowered me to the ground. Even barely able to stand, I tried to re-climb him.

Instead, Vaughn yanked up my shirt and lowered his lips to my chest. Realizing he was getting acquainted, I squirmed under the heat of his tongue on my skin. Wanting more, I tugged his hair loose and ran my fingers through the blond strands.

Vaughn nipped at my waist then shoved up my bra and latched on like he wanted me to wake the neighbors. Crying out as he sucked then bit at my nipples, I was so close to shoving my fingers into my shorts and giving myself relief. The fucker was too sexy and I wanted to see, taste, and know every inch of him.

Suddenly, he looked up at me and demanded, “Say my name.”

My pride wouldn’t allow me to submit, so I mumbled, “What was it again? Vinnie? Vance? Something with a V, right?”

His response was to pop the button on my shorts and tug them down to my ankles. I kicked them off along with my sandals then struggled to act unimpressed. Vaughn grinned in a way that made me a little nervous about what happened next. He likely sensed my fear because his grin widened.

A kneeling Vaughn licked his lips then focused on the part of my body wanting him more than any other.

“You’ll remember my name soon enough,” he promised, lifting my leg and resting it over his shoulder.

Even though I wanted desperately to reply in a smartass way, his hot breath on my pussy made words a memory. The first lick sent me into a near brain-dead stupor. When he sucked at my clit, I would have toppled over if he didn’t hold me still.

While unable to speak, I still made noises I would laugh about the next day. At the mercy of Vaughn’s hungry lips, I was in a state of heat like I’d never known before.

I came quickly, yet Vaughn didn’t relent. Sucking steadily, he sent me over the edge again, stealing my ability to stand. By the time he stood in an easy movement and lifted me onto his hips, I was his slave.

“Say it,” he whispered in my ear while kicking off his jeans.

“Vaughn Fucking Majors.”

A smirking Vaughn wrapped me into his arms and thrust hard inside my body. Resting my forehead against his shoulder, I tightened my legs around his hips and held on as he fucked me so hard I begged him to never leave. No man should have such power over me, yet there we were.





Chapter Four - Vaughn