Free Bandit Bound: A Bad Boy Romance Novel by Kendra King Page B

them, extending the length of her orgasm significantly. Her hips swayed up and down fiercely, banging against the soft couch as she continued to come. She tried to bite her lip to silence herself, but instead just let out more muffled noises of satisfaction.
     
    Her orgasm finally came to a close, and she returned her eyeballs from the back of her head to facing Vincent once more. She saw the delight on his face; he looked particularly proud of his work. Savannah sighed heavily, eager for what was next to come: him.
     
    "Don't forget to say thank you," he said sternly and kissed her once more on her clit.
     
    "Thank you," she said hungrily as she grabbed him by the hand and began to pull him up towards her.
     
    The yellow incandescent lighting of the cabin living room quickly turned red, then blue, then red, then blue. Savannah and Vincent both jumped up and started to look all around them.
     
    "Oh, shit," Savannah said as her post-orgasm brain finally processed the sounds she was hearing: Blaring sirens. Vincent had a strange look on his face. He looked surprised but also unexpectedly willing to meet his fate.
     
    He remained on his knees in front of her on the couch, her legs still spread in front of him with her glistening pussy inches from his face. Am I dreaming? Savannah thought. The entire experience got more surreal by the minute.
     
    Eventually, Vincent nodded and stood up, deftly putting his shirt back on before wiping his wet mouth off with the sleeve of his shirt.
     
    "Well, it looks like your vacation is ending early," he said with a smile that betrayed his true feelings. "This had to happen someday," he added, seemingly saying it to himself more than to Savannah.
     
    "You're turning yourself in?" she asked. Why am I worried about him? She wondered.
     
    "No choice," he said. "Plus, I'll be back," he added with a big smile. He buttoned up his shirt half-way and turned to the door.
     
    "Hey, Savannah, can I call you Vannah?" he asked.
     
    "Sure," she responded. Nobody's called me that before, she thought.
     
    "Did you feel it too, Vannah?"
     
    She knew exactly what he meant.
     
    "I did."
     
    "I thought so. See you soon," Vincent said, winked at Savannah, then head for the door. Savannah looked away. There were tears in her eyes, which she understood and simultaneously didn't understand at all.
     
    "Hands up! Hands up right now! Stay still! Stay where you are!" The voices called out from all around. There must have been twenty cop cars there.
     
    It sounds like he's never been caught before, she thought. How did it happen this time? Was it my silent alarm? She actually felt bad at the idea that it was her fault that he was caught. Maybe it's just because of what happened, she thought. Besides, I don't know a single thing about him. He could be a crazy murderer. Oh my God, what the hell am I doing? I need to go home.
     
    After a sizeable commotion was finished outside a police officer walked into the cabin. Savannah quickly realized that she was still naked from the waist down and practically naked from the waist up. She covered herself up with her hands and crossed her legs to the best of her ability after a little yelp of surprise.
     
    "Are you hurt? Are you okay?" the officer asked with concern as he quickly approached her.
     
    "No no no no," she said, hiding her face from him. This doesn't look good, she thought.
     
    "Get a blanket in here!" the officer called out the door.
     
    "Thank you," Savannah said.
     
    "I'm here to help, I'm sorry for what's happened, but everything's going to be okay now, understand?" he asked.
     
    It's not going to be okay, she thought. This is all wrong. There's no way that any of this can ever be okay. Her emotions were torn, her mind split. She couldn't figure out what it was that she wanted. Did she want to go with him, or did she want to go home? She couldn't make up her mind until she knew who he really was and so that became her main priority. She was going