Never Kiss an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (45 page)

“Nah.” Skin's voice sounded cooler all of a sudden. My eyes burned as he shoved the barrel of his gun into the pimp's bloody mouth. “It was too fucking late for you the instant I saw her. She's got time on her side, time to sort her shit out and heal. I'd say it's too bad your clock's run out, pimp, but, you know – it isn't. Eat shit.”

I jumped when I heard the gunshot. Blood flew everywhere.

A few droplets spattered the camera, but most of it ran to the ground in the steady red trickle. What was left of the pimp's head slumped over the log where he'd been propped up and pinned down.

“Useless sack of shit,” Skin muttered, right before the camera went black.

The last thing I heard was the shuffling of his boots and a nearby shovel plunging into the cold Smoky Mountain dirt.

My hands were shaking when he reached from behind me, gingerly taking his phone back, taking away the video forever. He gave me a squeeze as I fought the tears, the insane flood of emotion over what I'd seen, and then he stepped out in front of me.

I watched the big man put the phone flat on the floor, lift one leg, and bring it down hard. It crunched like nothing more than decayed wood, but he stomped it a few more times just to be sure.

“Skin...” his name left my lips before I even knew what else to say.

His dark brown eyes bathed me in their energy, safe and determined as ever. “You only gotta see that once, babe, but I had to show you. I had to prove to you he's been dealt with, just like I promised.”

I could manage several steps to the bed before I collapsed, sitting with my hands across my face.

“I can't believe you did this,” I said finally, meeting his fiery eyes.

“Believe it, babe. The bastard's dead, buried where nobody'll ever find him. My only regret's not dragging it out and making the worthless piece of shit suffer more for what he did to you and those other girls.”

“The other girls – shit!” I sat up, suddenly in a panic, wondering what would become of them.

None of the other whores were slaves like me, at least not in the same way. The drugs the pimp offered up with their meager salaries were the only master they had to worry about. But addiction was a powerful one, and half of them would starve in their beds, waiting for Ricky to come back and get them their next hits.

“Already taken care of.” Skin folded his arms. “I went through the place and handed them their pink slips personally before I went to the pimp's house. His ratty little book keeper will find 'em, or else the girls will sober up in the morning. I gave all of 'em a shelter in Knoxville, not too far away, where they can go to get clean.”

No fucking way. Smiling, I shook my head, scared I'd break down and start crying all over again.

“What? Don't tell me you're having regrets.”

“No, Skin, you just really thought of everything. I'm impressed.” I leaned forward and grabbed his hand.

He didn't pull it away as I moved it to my face. I took my time just holding it there, savoring his warmth, his energy, the raw power in the fingers that had held the gun when he blew Ricky's evil brains out.

“Something like that,” he whispered, his face darkening. “He wasn't bullshitting me when he talked about the Deads before I ended him. But those fuckers were gonna come after us anyway. Killing the pimp won't change that, it'll just give them something else to dig into, maybe buy us a little more time.”

I looked at him for a second before I jerked my head away. It was too hard to hide the worry. I didn't want to get caught in the middle of a raging war between outlaw motorcycle clubs. But I couldn't ask him to put me ahead of himself, or ahead of this group he'd sworn an oath to.

My eyes ran across his patches, and the dark inks on his arms. Tiger stripes and swords mingled, skulls and tiny cards stamped in black. The canvass hiding the complicated man underneath was just as complex, a mesh of death and courage, blended together to the point where the two were nearly indistinguishable.

“Get some sleep and don't worry about any of this shit, Meg. I'll keep you safe, and so will the rest of the club. You're going home soon, babe.”

“I need to thank you,” I purred, my eyes inevitably dropping to the ridge where his legs met.

He tensed up when I put my hand on his fly. Skin's dark, handsome eyes followed me as I got in front of him and sunk down to my knees, ready to take another man's cock deep into my mouth.

Except this time it was a man I
wanted.
And I wanted to please him like nothing else, to make him lose control and show me everything underneath the surface. I had to strip him down the same way he'd done to me, if only to share souls with a stranger for one beautiful night.

“Babe, what the hell do you think you're doing?” he rumbled, fisting my hair as I unzipped his fly, reaching in for his cock.

“What do you think?” I actually smiled after I said it, something I hadn't done with a man since I'd fooled around with the rich boy and popular jocks in college. It felt like a lifetime ago.

“Megan...wait. You shouldn't.” He pulled my hair so tight my hand stopped on his boxers, one pull away from grasping the huge, hot, rock hard length underneath. “I don't need any goddamned favors for saving your life.”

“It's not a
quid pro quo,
Skin. Don't worry about that. I'm not the screwed up little girl you think. I have desires...
needs.
”

Crap. That last word hissed out of my mouth so sharp it caused me to tremble. My fingers instinctively tightened on his cock, wondering what it would feel like to draw him deep inside my mouth, inside my body.

My pussy tingled, wet and alive in a way it hadn't been for at least a year. Not even Crawford or the other boy toys I'd had made me burn like this.

They hadn't killed for me. They hadn't warped life and death. They hadn't mastered hell and carried me through it. And they absolutely didn't have a single thing on this giant warrior in front of me, this man who'd carved his glorious body by fucking and fighting instead of lifting weights.

He was stronger than anyone I'd ever felt, and it wasn't just because he'd saved me. Some of the truckers Ricky brought in to use me were huge, but they weren't as dynamic, as strong, as masculine as this perfect beast I wanted for the night.

One night wasn't a sin. One night with him wouldn't ruin me – on the contrary, it might bring me back to life.

“It's too early for this shit. You shouldn't even think about it 'til you go home and talk to somebody. Get some help. Get your head screwed on straight.”

I looked him right in the eye and ran my tongue across my lips. His words told a different story than the hunger in his eyes. He wanted me, and for the first time in months, I remembered how amazing it was to be wanted.

“Come on. Don't be shy. You're not going to stop me if I pull this out and give it a little kiss, are you? I swear I'm really good at it. I'm clean. I'll make you feel so fucking good, Skin, if you'll just make me feel human again tonight.” I swallowed, fighting the lump of angst and regret in my throat. “It's been so long...I haven't wanted a man until you. This isn't about repaying you for anything. This is about what
I
want, and I know it's the same thing you do too. Can't we just enjoy each other for one short night?”

He grunted, as if considering my words. Hell with it.

I wasn't going to give him a chance to think about anything. I practically shredded his boxers with my nails, tearing open his fly, pulling out the magnificent cock I'd only caught a few brief glimpses of in the dark, foggy shower.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, feeling him spring to life in my hand, angry and throbbing. The fist in my hair jerked tighter when I ran my fingers up and down his length, giving him several quick pumps, a prelude to my lips approaching the thick, swollen head, slick with his pre-come.

“You do this, babe, and there's no going back. I don't do teases. I've been waiting to feel you wrapped around my cock from the first time I saw you in that dirty little room.” He paused, pulling my hair harder, his lust almost ripping it out by the roots. “The second you put your mouth on my dick, I own you all fucking night, understand? And once you're mine, I'll never, ever wanna let go.”

His words made me burn. I smiled and nodded, all I could manage with the fire between my legs blazing deep up my body.

I'd never wanted any man so bad before this moment. My grip on his cock tightened as his relaxed on my head, and I leaned into him, inhaling his scent, opening wide for the tip of his pulsing erection.

He tasted just as good as he smelled. Earthy, raw, masculine. I slid my tongue all the way over him, orbiting his crown, drawing him deep into my mouth.

“Fuck!” Skin roared, repositioning his hand until it was on the back of my head, controlling me, pushing me to take him deeper.

I did. Without hesitation, without a second thought, without wondering if I was losing my mind. I sucked him deep, surrendering to the sweet primal wave sweeping over my senses.

I took every inch of him I could manage, and it still wasn't half his full length. I attacked his cock with an energy I'd never had with any man, much less the filthy Johns in the whorehouse.

I rolled my tongue across his cock and moved my lips up and down. Alternating tender teases and furious strokes was new to me. The last few months, I'd sucked men off as hard as I could, anything to make them finish and leave me the hell alone.

But with Skin, I took my time, relishing every hitch in his breath, every curse, every time I felt his full, muscular frame ripple underneath my hands. I grabbed his thighs for support, forcing my mouth down deeper as he snarled.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He growled the same rough word in staccato bursts, urging me to suck him deeper. “You keep that up, babe, and I'll give you a mouthful of come. That's what you want, isn't it, you sweet little slut?”

God.
My legs tightened like vices and I flicked my tongue across him harder still.

Men had called me all kinds of terrible things in the trucker spa, until I grew numb to their words. But Skins' sweet and spice reminded me what it was like to feel dirty and enjoy it. It was only the start too, the very beginning of all the filthy, twisted things I wanted him to do to me.

“Don't you fucking answer me with anything but those lips,” he said, his voice getting deeper with his pleasure. “I want to shoot off in you, wipe away every last trace of that miserable piece of shit I killed. I want you thinking about my dick morning, noon, and night, Meg. I want you to remember my hands, my tongue, all over your tight little body long after this clubhouse is just a distant memory.”

I moaned, all I could do not to come completely unraveled.

“Suck. Harder. Show me how bad you want it, woman. I want you to rob every goddamned drop of seed out of these balls with your spitfire tongue.”

Sweet Jesus.
His words made my entire body throb, flogged me from the inside out to do everything he commanded.

It wasn't hard with my pussy burning me alive. Something about this man did terrible things to my body. I imagined fucking him, giving up the precious thing I'd kept through my hell.

I knew I'd lost my mind, but I didn't fucking care. Not with my lips wrapped around him, drawing out his pleasure, thinking about how wonderful his power would feel between my legs, slamming me into the mattress. I wanted to give him my virginity without asking anything for it, not his money, his life, or even his love.

I went into overdrive. I used every trick I'd ever learned with my mouth for pleasing a man, giving him a whirlwind of lips and teeth and tongue. All while I completely lost it, shoving my hand down my pants, moaning with my mouth full of his cock when I found my swollen clit and felt the wetness he'd summoned, turning my panties into a ruined mess.

“Oh, Meg. Shit. Don't you fucking stop for anything, baby. I'm gonna give you what you're craving. Fuck it out of me,” he growled, jerking my face up and down his length, merging me into his powerful strokes. “Fuck it out of me with your tongue. Show me how much you love it. I wanna watch you swallow every damned drop while you frig your little clit to the moon.”

I did, with pleasure.

The next few seconds he swelled in my mouth, so impossibly big I thought he'd hurt me. He roared and shook from head to toe as he tensed up and emptied himself into me, fucking my mouth in swift, desperate strokes, flooding my mouth with so much come I couldn't take it all.

He spilled out my lips. I swallowed everything I could manage, every jet he sent hurling down my throat. Not that it was easy to focus with my fingers working over-drive between my legs, pushing me to the brink – and then straight into free fall.

He swelled, erupted, filled me with hot, musky seed shooting across my tongue. His climax overflowed, grunt by grunt, and I moaned into the flood of come.

I came with a mouthful of his cock, his come. I felt his warmth and his energy radiating across me as my own body exploded, shaking and moaning and sweating in heavy, tense ripples. My climax opened up a hole in the world underneath me and swallowed us both.

For a couple of beautiful minutes, I found total release from everything I'd suffered, a completion in Skin, my feminine canvas glowing in his masculine stars.

He made me feel everything he'd offered before, but this time there were no barriers, no holding back.

We came together, long and hard.

I only started cleaning the sticky mess he'd left dripping down my neck when he finally pulled out, sliding one hand across my face, a softer touch than he'd ever used before.

“Look at me, babe,” he ordered, when I'd finally wiped most of it up.

For a second, I hesitated. I worried how I'd feel when I finally met his eyes again, scared that we'd just made a huge fucking mistake.

But when our eyes connected, there was no regret, no terror. No ifs, ands, or buts.

“That was amazing,” I sighed, smiling as I gave his softening cock one last rub.

“Was?” He cocked his head, looking at me like he really didn't understand. “Stand the fuck up.”