Nickel
“I like red.”
“Well, I like green.”
I grabbed the lime green panties that looked like snot and tossed them on the shelf in front of her. “I’m the one who has to see you in them, so I’ll decide.”
“You did not just say ‘I’ll decide.’ Could you be more of an ass?” she seethed at me.
I grabbed a handful of red underwear with one hand and Karmen’s arm with the other. “You like my ass.”
She stumbled as I pulled her into the fitting room, and I managed to grab her around the waist while I kicked the door shut. “Ass,” she hissed.
I could pinpoint exactly where in our shopping trip that Karmen kicked up her attitude and decided she was going to disagree with everything I had to say. Even when I had suggested we swing by the food court to get a drink, she said she didn’t want to.
She collapsed on the bench in the fitting room and glared at me. “You wanna tell me what the hell your deal is right now, babe?”
A low growl slipped from her lips. “I’m fine.”
“You’re going to make me fuck it out of you, aren’t you?”
She crossed her arms over her chest, and I didn’t think it was possible, but she glared even harder at me. “Try it.”
“Does this have to do with the sales clerk?”
Her face turned bright red, and she stomped her foot. “Damn straight, it does! It also has to do with the blonde at the uniform place, and the pretzel girl who started it all.”
Pretzel girl? What in the hell was she talking about? I slipped my cut off and tossed it on the bench next to her. “You lost me at pretzel girl.”
She pointed at my cut like it was a snake ready to bite her. “That thing right there is the reason why every girl we walked by undressed you with their eyes then screwed you in their minds.”
Oh, Jesus Christ. I couldn’t help that people looked at me. It happened wherever I went, and it wasn’t just me it happened to. Every member of the club got stares and random women flirting with them. It was one of the perks of wearing a cut, but when you had an ol’ lady, it became a curse. “You’re going to have to get over it.”
She stomped both of her feet on the floor and looked absolutely outraged. Even pissed off, Karmen still looked hot as hell. Ready to rip my balls off, but still hot. “Or I stop seeing you because I shouldn’t have to deal with this.”
I pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it on top of my cut. “That’s not an option.”
“Why the hell are you taking your shirt off?” She scooted back as far as she could on the bench, pressing her back against the wall.
“Because you’re obviously going to make me fuck this out of you.”
She shook her head and held out her hand to me. “Hold on there, Outlaw. That is not about to happen. What’s going to happen is you’re going to put your shirt on, your vest thingy on, and then we are getting the hell out of here.”
My fingers went to the button on my jeans. “No. That is not what is going to happen at all. You’re pissed off at me for something that I can’t control.”
“Pfft, you can totally control this.”
I popped open the button and pulled down the zipper. “And how the hell am I supposed to stop people from looking at me?”
“Stop looking so dangerous and handsome. Wear a potato sack. Hell, wear a damn bag over your head! Or, I just won’t go out with you anymore.”
Yeah, none of those were going to happen. Karmen was going to have to get used to it. I chuckled and pulled my pants down. “You know what’s really messed up about this whole thing? You have guys checking you out too, baby girl, but it ain’t pissing me off.”
“Now you are just making stuff up. There isn’t anyone looking at me. If anything, they look right through me to see you. The one man that did look my way was gay and trying to sell me hair extensions.”
I had noticed the guy she was talking about, but that wasn’t who I had seen checking her out. “No. You need to open your eyes and realize you’re a fine piece of ass that any man would be glad to have. Unfortunately for them, you’re my fine piece of ass, and all they can do it look.”
“Stop trying to spin this. I shouldn't have to stand by and watch all of these women drool over you.”
I toed off my boots and kicked them under the bench. “Then don’t pay attention to them. I sure as hell don’t.”
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t know why you’re undressed. I’m pretty sure red lingerie wouldn’t look the best on you.”
I quirked my eyebrow at her.
She threw her hands up in the air. “Oh, who am I kidding? You would probably somehow make it look good.”
My eyes landed on the pile of red fabric I had dropped on the floor. “That shit ain’t never going to happen. You can buy me red boxers, that’s it.”
Her eyes landed on the gray boxers I had on. “You can get one of your adoring crowd to buy them for you.”
Yup, I was definitely going to have to fuck this out of her. “Stand up,” I ordered.
She shook her head. “Nope, demanding Nickel isn’t going to make this better.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Who am I in this dressing room with?”
“Me, but who knows how many women have been here before me.”
Jesus Christ. “Karmen, stand your sexy ass up right now before I make you stand up.” She wasn’t going to piss me off. She was trying, but it wasn’t going to happen. I was throwing her into shit that she wasn't used to, and I knew there were going to be things that were going to be hard for her to accept. This was apparently going to be the first thing.
She stood up and glared at me.
“Take off your shoes.”
“Nickel, you don’t have to do this.”
“Karmen, no one tells me what I do and don’t have to do. Now, take off your shoes and stop talking.” Her mind was working overtime on a new reason why we weren’t going to work.
She kicked off her white sneakers and dropped her arms to her side. “Now what?”
Fucking attitude. I was going to enjoy this. Karmen tossing attitude made me want to put her over my knee and show her exactly what attitude would get her. “Shorts and panties off.”
Her eyes rolled again, but she listened to me without protest.
I bent over and picked up a pair of red panties. “Put those on.” I tossed them to her, and she caught them mid-air.
“Nickel, you’re not supposed to take off—”
I shook my head. “No talking. We’re buying them so you can put them on.” She was going to try anything to stop what I had planned.
My gaze followed her hold them out in front of her, then gingerly step into them. She shimmied them up her legs and tugged her shirt down over them.
“Shirt off.” She wasn’t going to hide from me.
She mumbled under her breath as she tugged the white t-shirt over her head, but I let her have her complaining.
“Bra off.” She looked hot as fuck in her mismatched bra and panties, but I just wanted to see her in the panties.
She reached behind her, unhooked the bra, and tossed it on the floor. “Happy?” she sassed.
More than she would ever know. Karmen was made for me, and I was never going to let her go. She could bitch at me every day for the rest of my life, and I knew I would still be a lucky mother fucker for having her. “Yeah, baby girl.” The red panties rode low on her hips and fit her perfectly. I was going to buy twenty pairs of them and make sure she wore them every day.
I moved toward her and cupped her breasts. “When we’re out in public, I’m yours.” She rolled her eyes. “You roll your eyes one more time at me and I’m going to put you over my knee.”
She tipped her head back and stared me down. “Try me,” she whispered.
Fucking fearless when she was pissed off. I was either going to have to keep her in bed or pissed off so she would stop overthinking everything. “Oh, don’t test me. That’ll happen, just not right now.” My hands traveled down her sides, and I wrapped my arms around her waist. I pulled her flush against me and spun around to press her against the wall. “Try not to be too loud. You might get us kicked out of here,” I warned.
“I’m not the one who’s going to get us kicked out of here, it’s going to be you. We can’t have sex here,” she insisted.
“We can, and we are. Just try not to moan my name too loud like you normally do. It’s hot as fuck, but now probably isn’t the time for it.”
She smacked my shoulder and tried to wiggle out of my arms. “I can’t believe I missed you.”
My fingers of one hand circled around her tiny wrist, and I pulled her arms over her head with the other. “You can’t take that back.”
“What, are you five years old telling me no take backs? I can take it back if I want to.”
I rubbed my body against her and pressed her into the wall. “No. You can’t take that back. It means too much to me.” I was a dick, but I didn’t want Karmen to think that was all there was to me.
She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Do you know how hard it was to walk next to you?” She buried her face in my neck and wrapped her arms around me.
I had my sweet Karmen back. “I don’t know what to tell you. You need to just focus on me and not anyone else.”
“And what happens when one of those many women happen to catch your eye, and suddenly I’m out, and they are in?”
I didn’t know how to make this woman believe me that I wanted her and I wasn’t going anywhere. “You’re just going to have to trust me. I could tell you until I’m blue in the face that I want only you, and you still wouldn’t listen to me. You may say that I don’t listen, but neither do you, baby girl.” Replacing Karmen with some average pussy was not going to happen.
“Why do you have to be so good-looking,” she mumbled. “And make sense.”
Thank Christ, she was finally listening. I didn’t know if it was going to stick, but for now, she was hopefully over whatever bullshit she had in her head. “Now that I convinced you not to kick me to the curb, are you going to let me have my way with you?”
“Jesus, Nickel. What the hell am I supposed to do with you?”
I shrugged and tilted her head back. “Let me fuck you, buy you sexy as fuck panties, and let me be me.”
“I think there might be a bit more to that, but that should cover the next two hours or so,” she laughed.
“You about right about that.”
She wrapped he arms around my shoulders and reached up on her tiptoes. Her lips were an inch away from mine, and she whispered low, “I’m sorry I’m such a spaz. One half of my brain tells me just to chill out and enjoy whatever time I have with you, and then the other half is, well, just crazy.”
My hands traveled down and grabbed a handful of her sweet ass. “Wrap your legs around me,” I ordered. I lifted her up, and her legs awkwardly clung around me.
“Did you even hear a word I said?” she gasped.
I ground my rock hard dick into her panty covered pussy, and I regretted telling her to put the damn things on. “I heard you.”
She rolled her eyes. “You have a one-track mind right now, don’t you?”
“Baby girl, it has been well over ten minutes of me watching you standing in nothing but a pair of red underwear, and I have to say, I have had some damn good self-control. I don’t know any man who could keep his cool and his hands off you like I just did.” And that right there was the damn truth. I could only go so long with Karmen standing in front of me almost naked before I said fuck it and just fucked her. “Tell me you don’t want this as bad as I do.”
She bit her bottom lip then pressed a kiss to my lips. “I mean, seeing as we both only have underwear on and,” her hand snaked down between us, and she gripped my dick through my boxers, “you are more than ready, I don’t think we should let this go to waste.”
“Can’t argue with that reasoning,” I agreed.
Her hand slid into my boxers, and her fingers wrapped around my dick. “This is gonna be fast, right?” she whimpered as she stroked me up and down.
“Yeah, but I promise it’s gonna feel fucking great.” I pressed her against the wall, one hand grabbing her ass, and the other slid into her panties and pushed them aside. I grabbed her hand that was stroking my dick and placed it on my shoulder. “Better hold on,” I whispered.
She opened her mouth to talk, but I thrust deep inside her, and she snapped her mouth shut. Her head rolled to the side, and she closed her eyes. I loved watching Karmen when I fucked her. She didn’t hold anything back. I fucking loved that.
Each time I thrust deep, a quiet moan slipped from her lips.
I had told her this was going to be quick, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to come with me. My hand sought out her clit, and a loud moan fell from her lips as my finger circled her bud. “Quiet, baby girl, or we’re going to have an audience.”
She bit her lip and nodded. Her eyes were filled with desire, and I knew it was hard for her to be quiet. This was all me. I was the one doing this to her, and all I wanted was to fill her sweet pussy with my cum then beat on my chest because I was the only one who could do that to her.
“Nickel, please,” she panted in my ear. She buried her face in my neck and wrapped her body around mine.
My finger flicked her clit, and her pussy gripped my dick like a vise as she fell over the edge. “That’s my girl,” I growled.
I thrust one last time, her pussy milking every last drop of cum from my dick. Holy fucking shit. I was never going to get used to this. Karmen made me come so hard that I was completely drained but was always ready to go again
“Holy…Jesus…that was…” Karmen couldn’t even string a sentence together.
I wrapped my arms tightly around her, walked over to the bench, and sat down with her straddling my lap. “You are so buying these panties,” I whispered.
Karmen busted out laughing and smiled down at me. “I’ll tell the cashier to ring them up…and every other pair of red panties they have.”
I brushed her hair from her face. “Finally seeing things my way?” There wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to let her buy those other ugly ass panties she wanted.
“You do have a teeny tiny point when you say you’re the only one who's going to see them,” she admitted.
I chuckled and leaned back against the wall. “It was only a matter of time before you saw things my way.”
“You have to win every now and then, Outlaw.” She pressed a kiss to my lips and slid off my lap. She yanked the tag off the panties she was wearing and pulled her jeans on. I watched her get dressed while my dick hung out of my boxers, and I couldn’t help but think she was right.
Everyone ends up winning every now and then, and I was lucky enough to hit the jackpot and get Karmen. I was one lucky son of a bitch.
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