Damaged and the Outlaw (Damaged #4)

“Fuck you, darling. I’m the Einstein of the Reapers. Now, shut up and go to sleep.”


Once again, Raven dozed off with a smile on her face. I followed her into sleep and woke hours later to find her in the shower. The little bitch tried teasing me with a sexy dance before attempting an escape when I needed relief. Catching her, I pulled Raven under the water where she struggled lamely until giving up and climbing me.

“I want to say no,” she murmured as I filled her. “Make you suffer and beg, but you look too damn sexy wet. I can’t help myself.”

“I don’t blame you,” I whispered in her ear. “I’ve seen myself wet.”

Raven laughed and held on as I fucked her hard. She got so loud that I didn’t want to stop. The sounds of her moans were like music and my name on her lips was like applause. Holding her as we caught our breath, I told myself I was simply in lust with her hot body and feistiness. Unfortunately, I was curious about the rest of her too. The dressed Raven interested me more than I should ever allow.

Wearing my tee over her shorts, she studied the sink counter. “You smell like chocolate.”

I handed her the Axe spray. “It brings all the girls to the yard.”

Raven laughed again while spraying herself. Her voice had a rough quality like a ballsy truck stop waitress. Maybe it was the cigarettes, but I suspected she always sounded that way. The toughness of her voice and attitude fought against the face of an angel.

When she was relaxed, Raven was the picture of innocence. When she was feisty, she was sex kitten personified. When she was angry, I worried she would neuter me. Raven was a winning combination.

“What’s with all the wolf tats?” she asked, tracing the one on my back. “Wait, is there a sob story behind them because I’m not really interested in pitying you.”

Glancing over my shoulder at her, I smirked. “Lone wolf, daisy. My wolves are always alone.”

“And the skulls and grim reaper tats are because you’re a bad ass, I take it,” she said, now examining the Reapers Motorcycle Club tattoo. “This was once a Devils tat, right? Aaron said it was a bitch to cover up.”

“Yeah.”

Raven likely heard my dark tone because she stopped messing with my tattoos and focused on the line of hair from my belly button to where I quickly got hard. If she hoped to distract my bad mood with another round of sex, she was successful.

Finally dressed and out the door, I was ready to eat a big lunch and enjoy Raven at her place. The whole scenario of following her from the bar to the Johansson property was set in my head. All I needed to do was keep Raven from getting any ideas about returning to abstinence.

We walked to the underground garage where my bikes and truck were parked.

“Here’s my hog,” I said, gesturing at the mint black Harley. “You might remember it from the time it was between your legs.”

Raven shrugged. “I’ve seen bigger.”

Laughing, I kissed the top of her head. “You are such a little liar, peaches.”

“Stop with the nicknames.”

“I’ll find one that fits you then you’ll have it tatted on your ass and the world will applaud. Just you wait, dumpling.”

Raven tried to act offended, but she was in a good mood and her smiles came easily. Climbing on the Harley, she sighed.

“Lark warned me about you,” she said, resting her cheek against my back. “Said you were charming and funny. She’s right. You are funny. The charming crap might be a figment of her imagination brought on from all those pregger hormones.”

Glancing back at her, I grinned. “Hey, sugar, if you want charming, I’ll charm the shit out of you. First, we eat.”

Raven tightened her grip around me as I started the Harley. During the ride to Denny’s, my mind wandered. The last twelve hours had changed me somehow. From watching Raven fighting to finding her at the bar to taking her home and now with her wrapped around me, I was different. I didn’t like different.

When we arrived, I decided to put a stop to the lies I was telling myself about Raven. Instead of showing her how I felt, I was cold. I didn’t open the door for her or wait for her to walk with me to the table. As I looked over the menu, I pretended Raven wasn’t sitting feet from me with a frown plastered on her face.

We ordered then I stared out of the window. Raven sighed, took out her phone, and ignored me. Now, I was irritated to have her focus off me.

“You’re being rude,” I told her.

Lifting her gaze to mine, Raven smiled slowly. It was a predator’s smile and I found myself turned on.

“If I don’t pay attention, will you cry?” she asked.

I smirked. “Maybe. Are you willing to risk it?”

“No skin off my ass if you embarrass yourself.”

“Cheater,” I said, leaning back. “Talking about your ass to win an argument is bullshit.”

Raven’s smile faded. “You suck.”

“True. Just long enough to make you scream.”