The Outlaw (Montana Men Book 3) by Vanessa Vale Read Free Book Online Page B

out in tears. Afraid he'd be mad at my sudden change in demeanor, I turned my head away and covered my eyes with a hand.
    "Oh, Caro, don't cry."
    "Why...why do you call me that?" I asked between sobs.
    He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me into his lap, tucked my head beneath his chin and held me tightly. His skin was warm, the hairs against my cheek tickled. His scent was verdant and virile.
    "It suits you," he replied, his hand stroking over my wayward hair.
    "How can you say that when we've known each other less than a day? I'm not like this, letting a man take liberties like you have."
    "I should hope not," he grumbled, before shrugging. "I've heard it happens this way sometimes."
    Using my fingers to wipe at my tear stained cheeks, I asked, "What happens this way?"
    "I've heard said that meeting your mate is like being struck by a bolt of lightning. When I first laid eyes on you, it was like that."
    I thought back to my first glimpse of him at the stage. It had been like that, like my breath had been stolen from my lungs. But his mate? He spoke as if we were destined for each other.
    "Did you feel it, Caro?"
    I was not used to a man who expressed his feelings. At least not without anger and shouting. I nodded. "Yes," I whispered.
    He squeezed me to him, as if afraid I might disappear.
    "It's too fast," I told him, sniffling. "This...everything. It shouldn't be like this. You shouldn't be like this."
    "Oh? Be like what?"
    I looked out into the sparse room and considered how he'd treated me thus far. "Gentle. Considerate."
    "I should be the savage outlaw and ravish you against your will?"
    The idea had my skin heating, my body softening, my nipples tightening. "I am not used to kind men," I admitted.
    "You mean you're used to cruel men," he clarified.
    "Yes."
    In one motion, Finn had me off his lap and tossed onto the bed. "Up on your hands and knees and grab the bars of the headboard." His voice had changed, his tone stern, the octave lower. Gone was every trace of the gentle man who'd just held me.
    "Finn, what are you--"
    "Do what I say, Caro."
    Turning slowly, I moved into the position he asked, grabbing hold of the cool bars. Looking over my shoulder, I waited for what he intended next.
    "I'm not always gentle or considerate. I can be rough. In fact, I like it rough. Bend forward and lift your ass in the air. Higher."
    Doing so had my shoulders lowering, my bottom and no doubt my womanhood on complete display.
    "The men you knew were cruel. I'm not. I'm going to take you again, Caroline."
    He moved behind me, his cock once more thick and long, ready to fuck me. I clenched my inner walls in anticipation.
    "I'm not going to be kind. Or gentle." He stroked a hand down my back, the touch firm, and he gripped my hip, pulling me back so I felt his cock against my slippery core. "Or considerate."
    After a moment of his cock nudging into place, he slid in deep in one quick thrust. I cried out at the speed of it, the surprise at being filled so deeply. I was a little sore, my inner walls stretching to accommodate the sheer size of him. He pulled back, rammed in again.
    "This, Caro, this isn't cruel." His breathing soughed from his lungs, his words labored.
    I cried out every time his hips slammed into mine, each time the blunt head of his cock bumped into my womb. I was so wet, so slick from his earlier seed the sound filled the room. Flesh slapped against flesh. Finn's large hands moved from my hips to cup my breasts, his fingers stroking over my nipples, pulling and tugging on them almost painfully.
    The added sensation had me clutching him from within, as if my body wanted to hold him in deep. But Finn would have nothing of it. This was Finn claiming me. He was taking me.
    "This is fucking, Caroline. Rough. Hot. Sweaty."
    Yes, yes it was. I could feel my pleasure building, like I was climbing a mountain and desperately wanting to get to the pinnacle.
    "Am I being considerate?" He lowered himself so his chest