Page 50 of Outlaw Xmas
“He’s in the middle of a video game. We got time.”
Grasping her waist, he scooted her down until she lay beneath him on the couch. As he unzipped her pants, he drew one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and nipping it as he felt her shiver.
“Are you closer to forgiving me?” His words were smothered against her skin.
“Yeah,” she breathed.
He ran his tongue from the base of her throat down to her belly button, swirling in and around it, his hands pressing down on her squirming body beneath him. Locking his gaze on her, he slowly slipped his hand inside her panties, his lips twitching as he watched her face contort while he sank his finger deeply inside her. “You’re wet as hell. I love that.” Using the tip of his tongue, he teased her nipple, making it grow rock hard as he thrust his digits in and out of her heat. Low moans came from her throat and she stuffed her fist in her mouth as if trying to contain them.
“When I’m done loving you, you’re not going to even remember why you were pissed at me.”
The light from the crackling fire bathed her creamy skin in an amber glow and made her red hair shimmer like it was gold.
“You’re stunning,” he said.
Slipping her hands under his shirt, her fingers outlined his defined muscles. “So are you,” she said softly.
Electric heat moved through him as his need for her intensified. As she stared up at him, desire brimming in her gaze, he slowly started taking her clothes off, piece by piece, kissing and caressing her skin as he revealed it. He’d be gentle, making sure each lick, kiss, bite, and touch reminded her why she fell in love with him. And then he’d go rough, claiming her all over again as only an outlaw knew how.
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Leg crossed overhis thigh, Chas sat in the principal’s office, glancing at the clock and growing madder by the second. The door opened and a man in his late thirties dressed in a suit walked in, a tall, stocky boy beside him.
“Mr. Price. Thank you for coming.”
“You’re late,” Chas said, and Jack giggled.
Mrs. D’Angelo glowered at both of them, then smiled sweetly at the man and the boy.
The man leaned forward and held out his hand to Chas. “Deke Price. This is my boy, Owen.”
“Chas.” Ignoring Deke’s gesture, he jerked his head at his son. “Jack.”
Deke frowned and let his hand fall to his lap.
“What do you want to talk about? I got stuff to do.” Chas stared at the gray-haired principal, who shuffled some papers on her desk.
“Jack was in a fight yesterday. He punched Owen several times, causing the boy to have to seek the assistance of the nurse.”
Chas turned to Owen. “Did he break your nose?” Owen shook his head, his gaze downcast. “Any bones broken?” Another shake of the head. “Any internal injuries?” Another shake. Chas cracked his knuckles. “So why am I here? Two boys fought out their differences.”
“Mr. Vickers, that is hardly the attitude I’d like to see from a parent,” the principal said.
“That’s the attitude you’re gonna get. Are we done here?”
“We’re most certainly not. Your son attacked Owen.”
“The way I heard it, Jack was just defending himself.”
“Is that true, Owen?” Deke asked.
“No. He started it.” Owen threw Jack a dirty look.
“Did not! You’re always starting something with me, but this time I showed you.” Jack moved forward until he was on the edge of the chair.
“Enough, both of you. Jack, if there was a problem, you should’ve looked for a teacher to help. Fighting is never the answer.”
“Sometimes it’s the only one. I don’t tell Jack to pick fights, but if someone messes with him, he’s got a right to give it back. This kid here threw the first punch. It was a fair fight,” Chas said.
