Free The Outlaws - Part Two by Honey Palomino Page B

wishing Trigger wasn't there.  As Jackson pulled away, he smiled at me tenderly for a moment as he slid out of me.
     
    And then his beautiful face instantly turned cold and hard.
     
    “Okay, get out.”  He said to me harshly, standing by the bed briefly before walking out of the room and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
     
    “What?!”  I said to that torturous, muscular ass as he walked out the door.
     
    “What is he talking about?”  I said, turning to Trigger.  To my surprise, he also was standing up and searching for his pants on the floor.
     
    Silently, he dressed quickly and looked at me apologetically.
     
    “Listen, why don't you get dressed and I'll give you a ride home...or to your car, or wherever you'd like to go.  When Jackson says 'go', you should listen.  He's not much for negotiating.”
     
    “But, I thought...I mean...we had such a wonderful night...I just thought that....”  My voice trailed off, confusion settling in.
     
    “Yeah, you and every other woman in town, honey. Get dressed, I'll meet you in the kitchen.”  He turned and walked out, carrying his boots and jacket with him as he walked down the hall, leaving me suddenly very alone.
     
    I was so confused.  I thought we had just had the night of our lives.  But what was I thinking?  Of course they wouldn't feel the same way.  They probably took a different woman to bed every night and I was nothing special to them.  In fact, I was nothing but some dumb slut they were teaching a lesson to after catching me spying on them.  Sure, I guess I was lucky, but I sure didn't feel very fucking lucky laying here in the wet spot all alone in Jackson's bed!
     
    Completely exasperated, I rose from the bed and searched for my clothes among the discarded pile on the floor.  The ropes Jackson had wrapped around my limbs were draped across a chair near the door.  Picking them up, I trailed them through my fingers, wistfully remembering how Jackson's muscles flexed as he untied his expert knots.  I gazed out the window, my mind replaying everything, trying to think of what I could do to change his mind.  I heard the shower going in the bathroom, and I lingered as long as I could, getting dressed slowly.
     
    “Why are you still here?” 
     
    I jumped and dropped the rope when he walked back into the room.  He was freshly showered, his wet blonde hair clinging to his thick shoulders, dripping moisture down to his hairy chest.  My eyes took in every inch of him.  Trailing down his muscular belly, the wet trail of dark hair leading to the edge of a blue towel that was unfortunately wrapped around his hips and prohibiting my view of the one part of his incredible physique that I desperately wanted to see again.
     
    “I told you to leave.” 
     
    Where was the Jackson that had kissed me tenderly before pulling his throbbing cock out of me not half an hour ago?  The man standing in front of me was hard, unkind and cold.  I was completely out of my league, I knew this. The chances of having any sort of a relationship or friendship or friends-with-benefits situation with the president of the local MC were just about zero.  But I was here, wasn't I?  Sure, he was standing there telling me to leave repeatedly, but he probably didn't mean that, right?  I had to try.  I had to say something.  I would hate for him to exclude me from his life completely.  The thought of never feeling him sinking into me again was just too painful for me to consider.
     
    “Jackson, p-p-please don't make me go,”  I stammered.  “I had such an amazing time with you, and I um....um....nobody has ever made me feel the way you did. And I know, I know...I was spying on you.  But please – don't hold that against me.”  I sounded like an idiot, didn't I?
     
    “Don't hold it against you?”  He steely eyes looked right through me.
     
    “No, I mean..you know, I didn't mean any harm. I've just been fascinated with you for so