Only The Strong (The Devil's Outlaws, #1)

by Bethany Dawn

“Relax, Red. Let me in.” He kisses the side of my face, since it’s buried into the bed, and lightly runs his hand down the side of my body, up and down, while I relax around him. “Good girl.” He sighs while he sinks further in. He straightens and starts to move inside of me. I moan, the stretch no longer painful, but still so incredibly tight. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he hisses, rubbing his hands over my butt.

“I’m gonna stick your friend with harassment, breaking and entering, stalking, and assault.

“Someone big is watching us. Someone who can train minions to withstand torture.”

I’m sure as fuck qualified to watch after someone and scare off creeps; not so much for relationships. Those are a waste of my damn time, energy, and money. Reese was a great lay and her safety will be a top priority, but it ends there.

“Um, would you be willing to stay with me tonight? I keep picturing someone coming through my bedroom window while I sleep,

“Of course, Red. Whatever you need. I can sleep on the couch, see how comfy it really is.”

“Your tongue was on my clit, I think we can share a bed.”

“I’m so glad my stalker could make you break your rules for me!”

“I think you could make me break a lot of my rules, Red!”

“If you keep looking at me like that, Red, I’m going to decline this call, spread you out over this bed, and fuck you until you forget your own name.”

Callum is a work of art in the daylight, with his sharp jaw and scruff on his cheeks, but in the low light, he looks like a fallen angel, his features shadowed and making everything look like he was cut from marble.

“What is something you can tell me about you, then?” He smirks and slides his eyes down my body. “That all night I’ve been picturing bending you over, sliding that little skirt over your ass, and eating that sweet pussy.”

Callum places his glass on the low table and makes his way over to me, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. I jolt with excitement when his lips land on my shoulder, his hands slowly gliding up my thighs to the hem of my mini skirt, kicking my legs apart with his boots. He places a hand on my lower back to lean me against the wall and kneels behind me, sliding my lace panties down to my knees.

“Wait. I don’t want a relationship.” I stop moving my hips and place my hands on his shoulders. He stops kissing my neck and looks into my eyes. “I’m not asking for your heart, Red, just your tight cunt.”

Callum smirks at my staring and grabs my hand to pull me down on top of him. “Ride me like you own me, Red.”

No cuddling with the hot biker that’s only supposed to be a one time fling. Or four times. Five? Six? I’ve honestly lost count.

“Yeah, sweet butts, cut sluts, it’s like a groupie but for bikers. Nothing like you, you’re Old Lady material.”

What is wrong with me, isn't violence a red flag? This just seems to be turning me on.

“We’re friends, right?” I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on them. “Of course, Red.” I put my wet fingers back into her bra and roll her nipples again. Another moan leaves her mouth before she whispers, “And this is just sex?” I pause as I'm leaning into her neck. Of course this is just sex, I’ve been trying to convince everyone of that all night. Then why does hearing her say that make my stomach turn into knots? Probably because the thought of her being ‘friendly’ like this with anyone else makes me fucking homicidal, but I can’t do relationships, I can’t go there again. “Yeah, babe, just sex.” It has to be.

chest. Callum gently takes my hand and runs it down his hard pecs and abs, and down over his jeans. He palms his growing erection, my hand in between his and his jeans. “Am I overcompensating, Red?” He cocks his head and raises an eyebrow.

Wanting to make sure nothing is wrong with Callum, I pull my phone out and see one new message. Callum: I like that dress. I can’t want to see what you’re wearing under it. I scroll above his message to see the mirror selfie I sent him of me in the dress. I decide to mess with him a little bit, hoping he won't call my bluff here in the bar. Reese: What if I said nothing? His reply is instant. Callum: Fuck. Callum: Shits about to get real awkward over here if I’m walking around with a hard on. Reese: *smiling purple devil emoji* Callum: I want you in my bed with nothing on but those heels when I get home. My insides start to heat and I smile at my phone. Reese: Yes sir. *red heart*

Stalker or not, it’s unhealthy to be inside so much, and you can't survive just off of my vitamin D forever.”

“I want to know every part of you, even the darkest, most painful parts of your being.”

“I can’t wait to kill this motherfucker for what he’s put you through, babe.”

“You’re Callum fucking Moran, Sergeant at Arms for the Devil’s Outlaws. Clean the fuck up and remember who the fuck you are. You don’t cry over some bitch.”

“Call her a bitch again and I'll cut your tongue out.”

“Please don’t leave me again,” he whispers into my neck, so quiet I almost thought I made it up. “You have my fucking heart, Red, always have, and if you leave with it again you’re gonna kill me.”

“Because I need to be inside of you right now. I need to feel your love.” Her eyes widen, still acting like a blushing virgin, even though my finger was in her ass not even an hour ago, and she gulps down her drink, almost jumping off of the barstool.

“Stop shutting me out. If I'm supposed to be your Old Lady then I want to know everything from here on out.”

“My Old Lady?” Cale asks with a grin. Of course, that’s the only part of that he heard. “Yeah.” I smile. Callum chuckles. “Damn, Red. You didn't even let me ask you.”