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“
Will do,” Jude agreed.

His arm around Cate’s waist tightened and suddenly she couldn’t wait for Luke to leave. Couldn’t wait until Jude was nestled snugly between her legs again.

The man truly did love her. He’d sacrificed his own brother in order to keep her safe. Yet it pained her that Tyler would suffer because of the Barlow’s greed.

She watched as Luke closed the cabin door. With a final wave through the windows, he disappeared into the night.

“
Why the frown? I thought you’d be happy?” Jude whispered in her ear.

“
I’m thinking of Tyler. All this time and we thought he was dead. My sister Laurie loved him. It broke her heart when she was told he was dead. We have to get word to her.”

“
Luke said he’d tell her. We’ll find another way to get him back. I just pity the woman the Barlows claimed. But I’m glad I opted out of the plan to use you. I just wish I had told you everything that was going on about Tyler. I’m a sorry son-of-a-bitch, Cate. Will you ever forgive me?”

“
Oh I don’t know,” she breathed. “Why don’t you ask me again when you’ve put me into a better mood?”

Cate curled her fingers against the zipper of his jeans shorts. Lowering it, she grinned at the sharp grating sound. His mouth-watering cock sprang free. It was long and thick and deliciously swollen.

Her blood heated at the gorgeous sight.

“
Not wearing any underwear, Jude? You must have been expecting me,” she teased.

He inhaled sharply as her hands curled around the base of his cock.

“
Never had a man ready for me so fast, Jude. I won’t have any trouble sliding you into my wet pussy and fucking you senseless for the rest of the night.”

He grinned at the similar words he’d used on her only yesterday morning when he’d first caught her trying to escape him in the engine room.

“
Fuck me, Jude Outlaw,” she commanded as she pulled his cock closer to her.

“
I never say no to a lady’s demands.”

His head lowered and his sizzling mouth clamped over her lips in a searing fusion of love.

The End

~*~

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The Claiming

Outlaw Lovers 2

Jan Springer

Prologue

Barlow Ranch—Maine, USA

The scent of sex hung heavy in the air as Luke Outlaw pushed the bedroom door open and stared in shock at the scene in front of him.

They were all naked. Three Barlow brothers and one very familiar woman.

Her long blonde curls were spread out on the black satin pillow like a golden waterfall, her eyes closed tightly in erotic bliss.

He couldn’t believe it was
her
. Laurie. The woman who had sworn to love his brother Tyler for all eternity, was here with his brother’s worst enemies.

Never mind that she believed Tyler was dead.

Yet here lay on a double king-sized bed, her naked body splayed out on black satin sheets, her wrists and ankles tied securely with long velvet straps that led to wooden bedposts shaped like a woman’s breasts.

Moans of pleasure and slurps drifted through the air as Clay, the youngest of the Barlow brothers, had his blond head buried between her legs, his long tongue eagerly lapping up her pleasure juices. Another Barlow tended a swollen breast, massaging one full globe while actively sucking on a plump red nipple as if it were a lollipop.

A third Barlow, his plump lips twisted with pleasure, kneeled on the bed near her flushed face, his short cock plunging in and out of her eager mouth.

He knew the Barlow brothers had claimed a willing woman. But this one?

By God, how could this be possible? How could she betray his brother? How could she volunteer to service the four Barlow brothers? And seemingly enjoy doing it?

Wait a minute. There were only three men here. Where was the other one?

The tiny hairs on the back of his neck prickled a warning a split second before the sharp sound of a gun cocked.

Oh, shit
!

Before he could dive for cover, a gunshot seared through the air. Something hard and painful slammed through his left shoulder spinning him around and tossing him into the bedroom. He hit the plush white carpet hard. Pain sliced into him like a hot poker, bringing with it a thick blanket of nausea.

The woman screamed and there were shouts of surprise and anger from the Barlow brothers.

He didn’t know how long he lay there fighting the black waves before Laurie’s concerned face hovered into view.

She looked pretty when she got upset. There was a cute little worried wrinkle nestled between her perfectly arched eyebrows. He could understand why his brother Tyler had fallen in love with her.

“
Luke? Oh, my God! You shot Luke Outlaw!”

“
What the hell is an Outlaw doing here?” one of the Barlows snapped from behind her.

“
Kill the bastard!” another snarled.

Shit!

He needed to tell her the truth about Tyler. Needed to tell her she didn’t have to be a sex slave to the Barlows. He needed to tell her that Tyler was alive.

He had to tell her the truth before he died.

“
Get me something to press over his wound!” she yelled.

The words formed in his brain, but when he opened his mouth, excruciating pain sliced into him as she pressed something against both sides of his shoulder.

Oh man, this is bad. Real bad.

The black waves swooped in for the kill, suffocating him, preventing him from telling her the truth.

He fought the waves. Truly he did.

But they were too powerful and slammed into him from all directions.

He had no choice but to give up the fight.

Promptly, he passed out.

Chapter One

Outlaw Farm
—
North Section, Maine, USA
—
August 15, 2020

Callie Callahan just finished rinsing her dinner dishes when an odd rustle split the silence of the rustic cabin she hid in.

Over the last weeks since she’d escaped the government research labs, she’d trained herself not to panic at every little noise, but that didn’t stop the icy shiver of fear from slicing up her spine.

Taking no chances, she doused her candle, plunging the room into semidarkness. Pulling the gun out of the waistband of her jeans, she slid her lean frame against the wall and peeked out the only window that wasn’t boarded up.

As she scanned the dusky shadows, nothing moved in the dense Maine woods. Yet, every cell inside her screamed that danger lurked nearby. Her finger tightened on the trigger.

Recent events with the newly introduced Claiming Law had her nerves on edge. Simply because the law said that a group of men could capture themselves a woman, videotape a sexual consummation and lay a claim on her as their personal property, didn’t mean she was eager to be found, fucked and claimed by anyone who discovered her hiding place. As if that was bad enough, recently the government had added a one-month waiting period where they decreed more than one group of men could lay claim to a woman.

Not only did she have to be on the lookout for groups of horny men, she was also on the government laboratories “most wanted” list for being one of the few remaining women alive who was naturally resistant to the X-virus.

Only one man knew her location and he’d sworn he’d never come unless it was their prearranged appointed meeting, especially after she’d warned him she’d shoot-to-kill and ask questions later. It was the only way she could keep herself from being caught by the government scientists or claimed.

If someone was lurking around out there, he or they were walking dead men because she wasn’t losing her freedom without one heck of a fight.

The silence rattled her and she moved the gun closer to the window turning her head to scan the interior of the cabin. From this vantage point, she had a visual of each boarded-up window plus the front and back doors.

If anyone came through anywhere, she’d plug him full of bullets.

An ear-shattering crash from right beside her made her jump in surprise as the window disintegrated. Numbed by the sudden attack, she watched helplessly as an arm reached inside and snatched the gun right out of her fingers.

Oh, my God! They’re here!

All the calm she’d so carefully gathered over the past few weeks untangled in one fell swoop turning her into a bundle of helpless nerves.

What should she do?

She stared at the front door.

No! She couldn’t go that way. They would expect her to go out one of the doors.

For a split second, she considered breaking the glass on a back window and pushing away the boards then diving through, but that would take too long.

A second later the back door burst inward with a deafening crash. In the darkness she made out the forms of two men standing side-by-side effectively blocking her escape route. Blocking her bid for freedom.

Sheer terror made her sob in frustration.

They’d found her! They’d force themselves on her. Claim her as their sexual property.

Virgins were always placed with the group of men who first took them.

A rage of defiance sifted through her.

She hadn’t saved herself all these years for one special man just so a pack of strangers would lay claim to her. She’d die before she let that happen.

Her gaze flew to the butcher knife on the counter. She could sink it into her heart with one swift plunge…

“
Callie. Don’t be scared,” a man who stood in the shadowy doorway said. Immediately she recognized his voice. Noticed the white stripe of color around his collar. The black clothing. A gold cross glistened at his chest area.

Sweet Pete, it was the preacher. He was the only man she’d allowed herself to have contact with since she’d escaped, her one link to the outside world.

The one who’d promised never to come here unless it was their scheduled meeting time.

“
Oh, for heaven’s sake!” she yelled at him. “What the hell are you doing here? You scared the crap out of me!”

Sweet mercy! She was actually safe! And relieved.

“
You’re not supposed to come ‘til next week. What’s the matter with you? Why’d you break the window?”

“
I didn’t. He did.” The preacher pointed to the newcomer.

He?

She cast her gaze to the tall figure who stood beside the preacher.

He looked so familiar she almost forgot to breathe.

It was
him
.

She knew it in the elegant way he held himself. Knew it, even though his features were shadowed, that his hair would be a wavy brown with golden highlights, his eyes would be a dark chocolate, and he’d have the cutest laughter crinkles at the sides of his sensually shaped mouth.

Despite that fact, her mind refused to admit he’d found her.

Could God be so cruel? Could he have brought Luke Outlaw, the man she loved with her entire being, back into her life?

“
Callie? Is that really you?” His tortured whisper made her cry out in shock.