Beautiful Outlaw by Emily Minton
Better Man
Bowie
She keeps crying until she finally falls asleep in my arms. Raising my hand to my chest, I feel the dampness Shay left behind. Hell, I didn’t know a person could shed that many tears. I hold her even as she sleeps, afraid that the tears will come back when she wakes up.
After only a few minutes, I feel her shift in my arms. I tighten my grip, but she wiggles loose. The moment her eyes open, she crawls from my lap without saying a word. I watch as she walks out of the bedroom and opens the first door she comes to, closing it before moving on to the next. She walks inside and shuts the door behind her. A minute later, I hear the shower start.
I lean against the headboard and close my eyes, trying to work the image of her in so much pain out of my brain. As I sit there, I hear a muffled sob. My body goes alert, and I sit up. Another sob, this one louder, reaches my ear. They continue to get louder, filled with more pain. I hold myself still, forcing myself not to go to her, but my resolve breaks when I hear my name whispered in a heart wrenching voice.
In an instant, I am off the bed and down the hall. I grab the doorknob and try to turn it, but it’s locked. Fuck! Pulling my knife out, I pop the lock and go inside. The shower curtain is closed, and the water is running, but the sound of her pain fills the room.
“Shay?”
She whimpers, and I watch as her shadow slides down the wall. I can barely make out her form, curled into a ball in the tub. Not thinking, I kick off my boots and throw my cut onto the sink. Pulling my shirt over my head, I toss it onto the floor with Shay’s discarded clothes. Then, I place my gun and knife on top of my cut. Dumping the contents of my pockets beside them, I pull the shower curtain back.
Shay looks up and says, “It hurts so bad.”
Not caring about the water, I step inside with my jeans still on and pull her up. As I wrap my arms around her, she lifts her hands to my face. “Make it stop hurting. Make me forget.”
Shit! I know what she’s asking, but I also know she’ll regret it later. It’s grief talking now, and I can’t give her what she wants. “Now’s not the time, baby.”
She stares up at me, searching my face. “You promised.”
“What?” I ask, not following her.
“You promised Mom that you would make me happy.”
I shake my head. “You don’t want this, Shay. Not like this, not when you’re hurting so bad.”
Her hand moves down to my jean covered cock, and she gives me a tight squeeze. “No, I need this. It hurts so bad. Please, take it away. Help me.”
I look into her determined eyes as my dick hardens. If I were a better man, I would put up more of a fight, but I’m not, and fuck if I don’t want her worse than I have ever wanted anything in my life. Lowering my head, I place my lips on hers. As soon as I make contact, she opens her mouth and sends her tongue across the seam of my lips. I follow her lead, tasting her. Shit, she tastes just as good as I remember. With that taste, I’m no longer following her lead; I’m leading her. My teeth nip at her mouth, claiming every hot inch of it.
My hands skate down her back and over the curve of her ass, my fingers biting into her flesh as I squeeze and knead her flesh. I push her back into the wall, pinning her in place with my mouth and hips. It’s in that moment I realize I have Shay naked and needy in my arms. My already hard cock throbs behind my zipper. The stiff peaks of her nipples graze against my chest, and I groan. Shit, she’s fuckin’ perfection.
Pulling my lips from hers, I nip a trail to her ear, sucking the delicate lobe before whispering, “What do you need, baby? Say it and it’s yours.”
Without hesitating she replies, “You. I want you inside me.” Her hand snakes between our bodies, and she pulls at the button on my jeans.
Fuck yeah, my girl is needy. I pull back just a hair, enough to allow her access. “You got me, Shay.”
“I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life,” she confesses while trying to free the button, the wet denim making her task difficult.
Finally, the button pops, and her hand slides inside. As her fingers circle my cock, she lets out a strangled gasp. After a quick pump of her small fist, she releases me and pushes my jeans down. As soon as my cock springs free between us, her hands cup my cheeks, eyes pleading, “Please, Bowie.”
My girl needs me, and I’m going to give her everything I got. Gripping behind her thighs, I lift her off the ground. I pin her shoulders to the tile as her legs wrap tight around my waist. My cock makes the barest contact with her hot folds and grows impossibly harder. I’ve never been so fuckin’ hard in all my life. It’s like my cock just knows this is the pussy we’ve been waiting for. Grabbing myself, I run the head through her soaked slit.
Not wanting to wait, she tilts her hips, causing my cock to slip just inside her heat. Still impatient, she pushes herself closer, forcing me deeper. She’s so fuckin’ tight. I know she’s going to hurt herself if she doesn’t slow down. Grasping her hips, I set a slow pace, sinking a bit further with each stroke. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is amazing."
"Please," she begs, fighting against the grip I have on her and the slow pace I've set.
Giving into her desire, I fill her hot pussy to the root. Being inside her is like nothing I've ever felt before. It's like her pussy was made just for my cock. It's mine, and no one, no-fuckin’ one will ever take it from me.
Pulling out to the very tip, I pause a moment before slamming back inside her. "You're mine, baby. This pussy is mine. Say it, Shay."
Her eyes are unfocused from the pleasure I am giving her, and her bottom lip is between her teeth. When she lifts her head, meeting my gaze, our eyes bore into each other. I work my hips harder, faster. "Tell me, baby. Tell me that you're mine."
Her head falls back, breaking our connection for a moment, but then her eyes are on mine again, the haze of lust still strong, but she is focused on me. "I'm yours, Bowie"
"Always," I demand as I reach between our soaked bodies and use my thumb to strum her clit.
Her pussy clenches around me. As she throws her head back on a shout she confirms my demand, "Always!"
I slam into her and groan out my release, marking her as my own. Mine, now and forever.