Free Outlaw MC of Mars by James Cox Page B

changed face of Mars.
    The war was over. We won. But my
fight was just beginning.

Chapter Two
     
    Sleep eluded me. I waited for
Outlaw and Reilly to close their eyes before I slipped out from between them.
For the past few weeks, I’d been dreaming of Earth and I was damn tired of it.
I wanted to wipe those memories from my mind and get on with life. Mars was
under Justice’s rule. There was freedom
and equality for all. The human species was finally in the right direction and
I was stuck in the past. Eventually, I
found my way through the clubhouse and into the demolished garage.
Peacekeepers, the government lackeys, had burned it down. We were building it
back up. Right now, it was debris brushed into three large piles. The roof was
sitting on the ground in pieces with the walls. I pulled my shirt over my head
and got to work.
    It was a while later. The sun had
risen, scaring away the shadows that almost made me flee inside. I was a
fucking outlaw. I wasn’t supposed to flee, let alone from shadows. It pissed me
off which kept me working hard to fight the fear. I clipped circular air movers
at each corner of a wall. Using the holographic computer, I turned them on. Air
rushed through the devices, lifting the wall. A quick order and they brought
the wall to the location against the steel beams sticking out of the ground. I
used the black, heavy bolt driver to secure the outer wall into place. It was
as simple as repeating the process. As the sun crested over the horizon on our
little patch of Mars, all the outer walls were up. I used the same system to
place flat, thin-steeled walls as a roof. The ladder was rickety as I climbed up, but soon I was crawling across each panel
and securing them in place. As the air warmed for a hot day, sweat began to
form. It misted my hairline and slid down
the back of my neck. But work was good. It kept me busy. Work kept me from
drowning in my own head. When the last panel was in, I sat atop the roof and
stared out at our planet.
    The world we saved for humanity,
our species, our future. It was a hell of a fight. There were still a few
people trying to take Justice down, but
they were fewer with each passing day. Women were free to roam the streets.
They could pick their lovers. Dark-skinned men were no longer slaves. Wexmen’s
rule was over.
    “Couldn’t sleep again?” Outlaw’s
voice was deep like a dangerous animal’s warning. You should hear the roar when
he comes.
    I glanced over the side of the
roof, resting on my stomach as he stared up at me from the ground. “Hey.”
    He didn’t smile. His dark brown
hair had grown since I’d left Mars. It brushed his shoulders in wavy strands
that made him look fucking delicious. The stubble on his face was the same. It
had scratched at my thighs as he licked my balls a few nights ago. But his
brown eyes were narrowed. He wanted an answer to his question. Fucking Outlaw.
    My grin faded. “No, I couldn’t.”
    He crossed his muscular arms over
his chest. “Garage is looking good.”
    “Thanks.”
    “At this rate, you’ll have it done
by the end of the week.” He frowned as he spoke. “Reilly’s making food. Come
eat.”
    Well, this should be fun. I made my
way down the ladder and was surprised to see him standing at the bottom holding
it steady. I continued to the ground until I was trapped between him and the
ladder. “Outlaw…” His name was a whisper carried away by the subtle breeze. I
eased back, needing his comfort. He never failed to give it. Despite me being a
sweaty mess, Outlaw wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. It wasn’t
long ago he wouldn’t touch me, afraid the rumors of my rape in prison were
true. They weren’t. Those fucking guards made me fight the beast, beat me within
an inch of death, and left in me in a cell to die as they fled the prison to
join this war. No one ever touched me sexually. I turned in Outlaw’s arms and
placed my head against his chest. “I’m fine.”
    “You barely