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she wore seeped into her and her entire body flushed. She wriggled and he tightened his grip on her.
    “Would you keep fuckin’ still?” he growled.
    “I-I’ve never had the choice to be so close to a man like you in bed before.” She felt as breathless as she sounded. His erection pressed into her belly and she rubbed against him. Her nipples ached.
    “One more time, Megan,” he snapped through gritted teeth. “You have one more time to wiggle against my dick. One more ,” he repeated, like she was some type of moron. “You move again and I’m fuckin’ you.”
    “Umkay.” Meggie’s feminine core burned with heat and she felt her body slickening. If she moved again, she was a moron but the idea of making love to him sent her hormones into overdrive. He seemed so sexual and so sure of himself. “Will you fit inside me?”
    “Motherfucker.” He shoved her away and jumped out of the bed. He thrust a hand through his hair and glared at her. “You lookin’ to get fucked, little girl?”
    “No. Yes. I-I don’t know.”
    He paced for a minute before lighting a cigarette. “You ain’t been fucked before.”
    He almost made it sound like an accusation. She wished she hadn’t been worked over so she could return his glare. She stared at the ceiling, preferring to be fucked on her terms rather than her stepfather’s. “And?”
    “Who the fuck hit you?”
    “You’re not going to answer me?”
    “My answer would be relievin’ you of your virginity.”
    At least, her virginity would be relieved with someone she wanted.
    “And that ain’t a fuckin’ answer at all,” he went on.
    “Are you sure you’re a biker? You can be really sweet and considerate.”
    Somehow, her observation insulted him. He stiffened. “I ain’t no pussy, Megan.”
    “I didn’t mean—“
    “I just got sisters, nieces, and, most of all, a mother.”
    “Christopher—“
    He kicked the chair against the wall and she jumped, unable to stop her cry of fear. She shielded her head.
    “Stop callin’ me that!” He lit another cigarette and Meggie decided it helped to calm him. “I ain’t takin’ your pussy. Case fuckin’ closed.” He drew in deep breaths and changed the subject. “Tell me in your words why Rack worked you over like this? What did he say?”
    “You know?”
    “Contrary to what girly bullshit you have in your head about me, I live a hard, fast life. If I don’t know motherfuckers, I end up with a real fuckin’ knife in my back.”
    Her stomach sank along with her mood. “You think that’s what happened to my daddy?” she managed, envisioning her father in a situation where someone close to him had put a real knife in his back. She trembled and tears rushed to her eyes. She was just a wreck.
    “Stick to one motherfuckin’ subject at a time. You jumpin’ from one conversation to the next and we ain’t finished a-fuckin-one. Why did Rack—“
    “Do you think—“
    “I don’t have time to fuckin’ run through scenes about why your old man ain’t here. He’ll either turn up or he won’t and you’ll know.”
    “And I’ll know,” she echoed on a sob.
    “Fuck, Megan. Don’t cry.”
    The bed dipped again and the warmth of his nearness enveloped her. She sniffled, trying to control her tears but her confusion, fear, and pain made it difficult. She had no one. No matter how safe Christopher…Outlaw… him …no matter how he made her feel, he didn’t even want her to say his name in any of its forms. She’d never felt overwhelming sexual desire before, but she knew she wanted to be in his bed. Not that he cared what she wanted. Besides being cranky and disagreeable, he didn’t like her.
    He gathered her in his arms and she buried her nose in the crook of his neck, sobbing harder.

    Outlaw gritted his teeth against the feel of Megan in his arms and the sounds of her sobs. His dick throbbed and his tight balls ached. Fuck his conscience for beating him to a pulp. No matter how fucked up his