It had been months since she’d come to town, months that he’d been sitting in the back, watching, waiting to see when the right time would be for him to approach her. Drevin couldn’t forget about Allie, couldn’t just say it was a piece of ass he wanted from her. There was something about her that called to him. Drevin stared at the pretty little redhead, pictured her doing all kinds of lewd things, and felt his cock give a mighty jerk. He should have felt like a damn pervert, a sick son-of-a-bitch for just sitting at the bar watching her work. Hell, he knew she could see him staring at her. She could probably even feel it. He sat at the bar with his whiskey in front of him, and felt his need to take that woman, throw her over his shoulder, and claim her in the way a true Grizzly member did, slam into him hard. It had been this way for the last several months, ever since she’d come into town. But he wasn’t some pussy bitch ass because he hadn’t gone up to her, or just stated what he wanted.
What do You think about Bearing It For The Outlaw?
