Outlaws (g!p)

24

"Cricket is a good friend of mine. He'd tell me if he saw those kids. He's good people." —Local Sheriff.

..

..JENNIE..

I never leave Lisa's side. It's been twenty-four hours since we found her. Cricket removed the trap on her leg, cleaned her leg up and stitched it. That's the best we could do. Her foot looks like it's got good blood flow, but she probably won't walk on it normal again.

Laying up close to Lisa on the bed in the spare bedroom, I run my fingers over her forehead, brushing the hair from her face. I sing a Willy Nelson song, hoping Lisa can hear me next to her. Cricket is a big fan of Willie, and the songs are stuck in my head now.

Closing my eyes, Kuma on Lisa's chest, I fall asleep with my family. I don't deserve them, but I'll fight for them until I die.

..

"You feel like you can walk on it?" Cricket's voice wakes me, and I find him talking to Lisa who is now sitting up. She's wearing sports bra and a pair of jersey shorts Cricket got from town.

Sitting up, I watch as Lisa tries to stand. She winces and takes a step.

"I can't put much pressure on it," Lisa confesses.

"I think you're gonna be a cripple, girl." Cricket doesn't beat around the bush. Lisa sighs, sitting back down on the bed. She looks over to me and I give a small smile. I'm so happy she's back I don't give a shit if she's a cripple or not.

"Thanks for taking care of my girl," she tells Cricket, and Cricket scoffs.

"She's amazing. You guys are lucky, those cops would have destroyed you guys."

Lisa shakes her head. "I would have deserved it, we did some terrible shit."

"I've heard, but you made it to where you wanted to be and the only person that can judge you is God. Not the fucking police who have no idea what happened at any of those incidents."

Lisa nods, but I can tell she doesn't agree. She's hard on herself.

"Well, dinner is ready. Why don't you come eat with us and tell us about your last few days? I'm a sucker for a story!" He smiles, and I laugh.

"He is." It's Lisa's turn to tell stories.

Cricket leaves, shutting the door behind him, and Lisa is on me like a snake on a mouse.

Her lips kissing me urgently like I'm her remedy to her pain.

"You are what kept me alive Jennie, and I swore when I was able to hold myself up again. I was taking you." Lifting my dress, she fists my breasts and I arch into her. The feel of her skin against mine almost making me cry. I never thought I'd feel this again.

It might be weird being in another person's house, us being in pain. But we need each other, I don't expect anyone to understand.

Jerking down her shorts, the tip of her cock finds my heat and she slips inside of me. Gasping, I pull her closer, my legs wrapping around her. Her ass flexes as she pumps in and out of me. The feeling of her pulsing shaft making me wetter.

She winces when her foot hits the footrest, so I roll us, me on top. Her dick goes in deeper, and with my knees pressed into the small bed, I take control. Pumping up and down, my tits bouncing, her nails digging into my thighs.

Her mouth parts, that look that she's coming crossing her face, so I lean down and take her moans into my mouth as we both come at the same time. She fills me with her seed, jerking her hips a few times, it drips out of me. Laying on top of her, my body sensitive, she pets my head. Kissing it every once in a while.

"We made it," she whispers.

"We did," I mutter.

"Love might have made us wanted, crazy, and soulmates, but we made it together."