The Outlaws - Part Two Read Online Free Page B

arms in the dark.  His window was open, and the smell of pine trailed through the window. 
     
    “How's your head?” 
     
    How's my head?  How's my head?!  Certifiably crazy, that is how my head obviously was.
     
    “I'm so sorry, Jackson.”  I mustered all the seriousness I could, knowing it was probably a good time to start pleading for my life.  My stupid, idiotic life!  What was I thinking? That was just it.  I didn't think.  When I was within five feet of this man, thinking was an impossible task. 
     
    “You don't have to apologize.  I should apologize, actually.  Trigger shouldn't have told the other guys what happened between us, and I'm sorry for that.  I'm sorry for Spider's behavior, as well.  Neither of those guys are much on manners.  I'm sorry you had to go through that.”
     
    “Oh.”  My head was swimming.  Not just in pain from slamming it into concrete like a water balloon, but from trying to figure this man out.  One minute he was white-hot, and the next he was hiding behind the vault of his cold eyes.  I preferred white-hot, no matter how much it scared me.
     
    “Don't worry. Both Trigger and Spider are now sporting new matching black eyes, courtesy of my right hook.”  He held up his right hand so that I could see it in the moonlight, and I saw the cuts on his knuckles, the thin skin already beginning to bruise.
     
    “Oh.”  My stomach quivered with the thought of him protecting me, and the writer in me regretted missing it.  That would have been something for the books, for sure.
     
    “You are something else, you know that?”  His gruff little laugh causing goosebumps to rise on my arms.
     
    “Oh?” 
     
    He laughed again.
     
    “Yes! Oh! Is that all you can say? You sure had a hell of a lot to unleash on me earlier.  Now you haven't even answered one question.  How is your head feeling?  Do I need to get you to a doctor or not?”
     
    “Oh!  I mean – um....no!  My head is fine.  I think I'm fine.  Thank you.”  I reached out, grabbing his hand and bringing his battered knuckles to my lips, kissing them gently.  “Thank you.  I know you could have just left me there, and it's very nice of you to not do that.  And thank you for bringing me here again.”  I smiled at him, suddenly wanting him on me, in me, around me, and touching me everywhere.
     
    “Dixie, I know you don't know me very well, but if you think I'm the kind of man that would just leave you lying there on the ground, with a wig hanging half off of your head, your tits hanging out of your torn dress, your mascara smeared on your face and your skirt hiked up around your naked hips and flashing half the members of my club your stunningly gorgeous pussy, then you are sorely mistaken.”
     
    He groaned deeply and I felt his cock harden on my thigh.  Pressing into me, he brought his head down, his lips meeting mine as he kissed me, softly at first, and then rougher, harder, his hard tongue sliding deep into my hungry mouth as he pulled himself up and over my outstretched body.
     
    My torn red dress was the only thing separating our flesh.  Jackson's electric blue eyes flashed as he tore it from my body in one violent, swift motion.
     
    “Now, let me show you just what kind of man I really am.”
     
    His cock sunk into me smoothly.  I couldn't help but smile and stare up into his mirror as the moonlight allowed me the perfect view of his beautiful ass flexing and grinding into me as he thrust into me wildly.  Wrapping my legs around his powerful thighs, I pulled him closer, wanting him deeper, needing him deeper, needing him to consume me with his strength. 
     
    Slick and wet with our juices, his massiveness stretched me delightfully, filling me with every inch of his hardness.  His smile disappeared as lust poured over his face like sweat.  He eyes met mine, and savage desire was all I could see.  He wasn't dangerous, he was determined.
     
    He began pounding into me