Sleeping with the Outlaw: Part 2

By Lucas Loveless

This story begins right where Sleeping with the Outlaw Part 1 ends.

Taylor

Dylan Ruff was an outlaw, and he had just taken my virginity. He had claimed me as his own. He had warned me he had a rough side, a controlling side, and he was right. When Dylan isn’t pounding my hole and giving me the most pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life, he’s barking orders at me. I get it. We’re on the run from his brother who’s trying to kill us, but I’m not the same, poor boy that I was before Dylan changed me.

The more I talk back to Dylan, the more we want each other. But even the hottest sex of our lives isn’t enough to overcome our pasts. I want to love Dylan. I want to stay in love with this outlaw who’s stolen my heart, but his dark side scares me. He can be too aggressive. He can get too angry. I know he’s scared to fall in love with me, and I’m terrified, too.

But after all the danger we’re in, after everything we’ve been through, after everything we’ve done to each other, I will fight for Dylan. He’ll fight for me – even if we have to die for each other.

This is a gay erotica romance story. It is part one of a two-part story. It contains strong language, very explicit gay sex scenes, violence including guns and drug use. This story is intended for mature readers only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucas Loveless
• Release date: Mar 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005266592

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SLEEPING

WITH THE

OUTLAW

A GAY EROTICA ROMANCE

PART 2

WRITTEN BY

LUCAS LOVELESS

ONE

I woke up still laying on Dylan’s chest. When I turned my head, I caught him sleeping, snoring and sleeping. He seemed so gentle right then. I wanted to run my fingers along the scruff of his cheek, but I was afraid he’d wake up and punish me for touching him without asking.

When I sat up, he stirred, but he didn’t wake up. He began to toss and turn, mumbling something. Dad, Dad, no, please don’t…

Dylan? Should I dare wake him up.

I didn’t have to.

Dad! He bolted up, eyes wide open, muscles flexed and ready to fight.

I jumped back against the passenger door. I breathed fast, waiting…

He looked around, realized where we were, still out in the pasture where we’d slept. He sighed. Shit. He looked at me. I didn’t hit you, did I?

I shook my head.

Good. He took a last look at me before digging the keys out of his pocket. I need to piss. Then we’ll leave, got it?

I nodded.

***

The day was cooler than yesterday. The Utah breeze ran through the truck. I had my hand out the window to feel it as we drove along the highway further south.

Dylan stared forward, hand on the wheel, glaring at the road like he was fighting it.

As I stared at him, I wondered about him. What could’ve been so bad that was haunting him still? What was in his past that he was so afraid of?

I cleared my throat and dared to speak. My family is pretty fucked up, too.

He kept his gaze forward. What?

My family. They’re fucked up. I looked out my window at the endless pastures that flew by us, remembering as I spoke. You said your family is fucked up, and mine’s the same way, man. My dad left before I was even two, ran away with another woman. And my mom… shit, she never recovered from it. She’s probably high on pills now, waking up to some her asshole boyfriend. She hates him, but we live with the guy. We can’t afford to be on our own, and so she stays, and I stay with her.. I looked Dylan’s way.

He glanced back at me. He was tight lipped and tense. Are you trying to me to open up, Taylor?

I shrugged. Just want you to see that you’re not alone.

He was quiet a few moments. I was sure my efforts were for not.

And just as I gazed back out at the pastures, he spoke.

My mom died when I was little.

How?

He took a deep breath, glanced at me then back at the road. My dad killed her. She tried to run away with me, and he shot her before she could go.

A lump formed in my throat. Damn, Dylan. I’m, I’m so sorry.

My dad was a thief, Taylor. In every way. He robbed people, robbed graves and old gas stations. He robbed drug dealers. You name it, he took money from it. And he taught me and my brothers the same way. His hand tightened around the steering wheel as the memory angered him. And if we didn’t steal with him, he’d make sure we were punished.

Part of me didn’t want to speak any more of it for fear of bringing up more pain, but I had to know. The money in that bag, that’s from your dad?

Dylan nodded. Everything the old bastard saved up. He grabbed the pack of cigarettes from the dashboard and lit one. He offered one to me.

I took a cigarette, and we smoked.

Jay is the only one that wanted to be like Dad. My other brothers and me, we wanted out of that life for good. So, we took the money and ran. He lowers his voice. I shot my dad the day we left. And Jay, he started hunting us down to get the money back. He killed Daren, my oldest brother. And now, now it’s just me and Luke.

Is that where we’re headed? To find Luke?

Dylan looked at me. His eyes darted from my eyes to my mouth, taking in the sight of me. Fuck, you’re pretty, Taylor. You know that?

Dylan, tell me.

He blew smoke and looked forward. Just sit back.

Are you still dropping me off somewhere?

Haven’t decided yet. He blew smoke. Maybe I’ll keep you around for that ass. He winked and flashed a handsome smirk.

My body tensed up. I felt nervous. I felt the thrill of the run. I felt the fear of being hunted. I felt the safety of being with Dylan. This man that had taken me; it seemed there were two parts to him – the protector and the possessive owner. The question was… which one would I end up with?

TWO

It was noon when Dylan pulled the truck into the parking lot of an old motel just off the highway. The last sign I’d seen said we passed a town called SPRINGVILLE. We must’ve been just past it, on the edge of the middle-of-nowhere.

Dylan parked the truck outside the line of rusted looking motel rooms.

What are we doing?

He took the keys out. He leaned over and grabbed my neck. He pulled me to him, took a whiff of my skin and smirked. You stink, Taylor. You need to shower. Then, his smirk turned into a flirtatious smile. So close to me, and I almost wanted to kiss him.

He pulled away and shoved me against the door. Get out, Taylor.

I laughed and shoved him back. You asshole. You smell worse than I do!

Our hands met into a playful wrestle. We grappled until Dylan had me pinned back against the passenger door, holding my wrists firmly. I caught a quick glance of his erection in his jeans, and he breathed heavy.

Lips close, we might’ve kissed, but I knew better than to try with him.

Is my come still inside you? he asked.

I bit my lip, and my body started to ache for him again. My hole puckered, craving more. I nodded.

He took a last moment to look in my eyes, and he pulled away. Good. He got out of the truck. "Get out, Taylor. I’ll