Never Kiss an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (48 page)

Fuck.
My dick remembered everything we'd done last night, everything she had waiting beneath that flimsy little towel. I'd fucked her for hours after I spilled my seed inside her the first time, and it still wasn't enough.

I wanted more. I wanted it so damned bad I had to fight with everything I had to shut down the instinct to march over, strip her bare, and fuck us both seven ways stupid.

But I didn't do goodbye fucks. Especially when I'd finally gotten the clearance to get her home without any huge hangups. I had to do it
now,
before the Prez changed his mind, or Joker helped him in all his ruthlessness.

“You heard me, woman,” I said, turning away from the beautiful sight in front of me and ripping open the closet. I pulled out all her new clothes and began throwing them on the bed, wondering if she'd want any of this shit once she was with her rich family again.

“Jesus, Skin! Slow down.” Next thing I knew, she stood next to me, tugging on my arm. “Why can't we talk like normal people? Tell me what's going on?”

There wasn't any time for that. As soon as I had her outfits laid out, I grabbed an old bag from cleaning my cut, and started to throw her shit in there, leaving her a pair of jeans and a tank top to change into.

“I said, you heard me. You're going home. Nothing else to say.”

Her jaw dropped. Her big blue eyes became wide moons in front of me, moons I'd stared into last night while we fucked, her chestnut hair tangled between my fingers.

My dick begged me to slow down, and so did her expression. But I wasn't listening to either of them. This mission couldn't wait, dammit, and nothing was getting in my way when I had a chance to get her to total safety.

“I don't understand, Skin. It can't be that easy.”

“Things change, babe.” I shrugged, tying the bag shut, ignoring her. “Quit acting like you're all upset. This is everything we've been waiting for since I dragged you to the clubhouse. I'd be a damned fool to give it up, and so would you.”

“Home...” she repeated the word like she needed to just to grasp the meaning again. “Holy shit. What will I tell my parents? I still haven't figured anything out. I mean, I had some ideas, but I woke up so late after last night, and none of them are very good.”

“You'll have a week tops to sort that shit out in the comfort of your own home,” I said, grabbing her by the wrist. I led her into the bathroom and set her change of clothes on the toilet next to her, stepping outside with my back turned while she changed.

Fuck, my eyes burned knowing she was naked behind me. I heard her clothes rustling slowly, as if it took her massive energy just to move.

I couldn't turn around, no matter how much my body begged me. If I gave in and saw her in the nude again, I'd want to keep her here forever. I sure as shit wouldn't let her leave without one more fuck, one more fiery, passionate fling on the bed next to me, grabbing her sweet ass and shaking her 'til she almost broke while I slammed myself in so deep my balls bruised her.

My fists tensed at my sides. Lucky for her, she didn't have a thing to worry about.

I wasn't gonna fuck her and send her home with an even more screwed up head. Just like I wasn't gonna look her in the eye right now and let her see what she'd done to me, turning me into a lustful, possessive mess.

Me,
Skin, the rock hard motherfucker who never got attached to any pussy. I'd always been the man to fuck and forget. Hell, I
still
was that guy, it was just harder this time, because I'd spent more time having her in my bed than most girls.

“You have to tell me what's changed. What's the catch?” Her voice darkened.

I turned around and faced the only woman I'd slept with as opposed to just fucking. The only woman I'd dreamed about wearing my brand, and maybe the only chick this side of Nashville who never fucking would.

“Prez had a change of heart. I convinced him. It isn't right to hold you here like our personal cash cow. Lord knows you've had enough of that shit.” She folded her arms, shooting me a skeptical look through all her shock.

The girl wasn't stupid. Shit, that made me want to fuck her more, hard enough to rattle the brains in her pretty head.

“You're expected to deliver the money, babe. That shit hasn't changed. Quarter million, solid, straight from your folks.” I gave her my coldest look, trying to make her realize how serious it was without scaring her. “Consider it a finder's fee, the price of rescue, operating costs, whatever the fuck you want. Truth is, everybody knows what's on the line here. The club's interest in the reward money is the same it always was. Big difference is, now you've got a chance to get it over to us while you start to put your life back together. Come on, I know your family's rich. Two hundred and fifty big's a drop in the damned bucket, isn't it?”

She cocked her head. “Okay, fair enough. And what happens if my parents say no, Skin? What if the police ask too many questions? What if I can't convince them?”

I had a crystal clear vision of everything Dust told me. I saw myself being held down by all the brothers and punched in the face, over and over 'til Joker broke my nose, plus a few ribs. They'd have to beat me stupid to make me stand down while they pulled her outta her house and forced her back into slavery, this time shaking that killer ass for grubby motherfuckers in our nudie bar.

No, no, fuck no. I won't let that happen.

“You'll pay your debt one way or another,” I growled, looking around the room for anything else she'd left behind. I saw her mystery magazine and threw it in the bag too, plus a bottle of water for the road.

“What's that supposed to mean? Should I be worried? Looking over my shoulder?” Her questions ended in a hiss of resignation. “Just tell me one thing...are you actually setting me free, or not? I can't tell.”

Shit.
I didn't say anything for several seconds, not 'til I turned and handed her the heavy bag.

“Make sure everything's in there. Next stop is my bike so I can take you home.” Her face wilted, and she nodded glumly as she realized I wasn't gonna tell her shit. Not before we got outside, anyway.

When her bag was stuffed into my Harley's trunk and I handed her the helmet, I let it spill. None of the brothers were around to hear shit, but I still would've said it, even if they were.

“Babe, I'm dead serious about you figuring out the reward. I threw the club a bone to get them off your ass, but they're gonna be right back on it soon if you delay too long. Here's a burner.” I reached into my pocket, and passed her a cheap pre-paid flip phone, the kind we always used for jobs that had to stay anonymous. “You call me anytime. Any trouble, any update, or when you've got the cash, ready to go. And yeah, it's gotta be cash, stacked up neatly in a briefcase or thrown into a damned barrel. I don't give a shit. Just get it to me, and you'll never hear from me again.”

“Understood.” She took the phone and pinched her eyes shut. I couldn't tell if she was sick from the renewed worries I'd just given her, or if it seriously hurt her to think about a life without me.

I inwardly snorted.
Dream on, you poor, lovestruck bastard.

“Hope you don't need to give them much notice. I'll drop you off wherever, right outside the gate or in your own driveway, just say the word. Hold on tight.” I made sure she had her hands around my waist before my bike's engine roared.

We headed out into the mountains, the autumn breeze nipping at my cheeks. At least it wasn't raining like the night I'd rescued her, soaking us all down to the bone.

I tried to think about anything except the beautiful, broken woman riding on my bike. She'd come through for us in a few days. I didn't doubt it one bit. I'd meet her one more time, then drop the money for the Prez, and he'd throw one fuck of a party.

We'd have girls, booze, more hogs and steaks on the fire than we could even eat. We'd gorge ourselves on good times and brotherly love. We'd drink the evening away, and fuck ourselves raw at night, cuddling up with two or three girls at a time, just like the good old days.

I'd have some hot brunette with ice blue eyes riding my dick while another one bucked her pussy on my mouth. It should've been enough to make my dick throb while we bounced up and down the mountain roads.

It always was before. Hell, it was all I'd ever known before Megan, before killing Ricky, before I fell on my ass into this big goddamned mess.

So, why the fuck didn't it cut it anymore? Why did thinking beyond this bullshit just fill me with numb, gray dread?

I clenched my jaw, gritting my teeth, throttling the bike harder on the next bend. She held me tighter, pulling herself instinctively closer to stay steady and safe. I slowed as soon as I realized she didn't need to ride this hard.

But damn if her hands didn't stay tight when we were coming off the highest slopes. If anything, she was digging her fingers into me, just like she'd done last night.

Last night, our only night together. All I'd have to remember her by, and all I'd ever give her to remember me.

I'd fucked her so damned hard, but I wanted to do more. I wanted to fuck her a dozen times more, each time harder than the last, the only thing that might stand a tiny chance at driving her outta my system.

I knew then I was really and truly fucked.

Thinking about the woman riding bitch behind me was what really set my balls on fire. Not an orgy with three whores wearing too much lip gloss and silicon in their tits.

Meg was all natural, all woman, and I wanted her to be
mine.

She turned me on like no woman ever had. When we fucked, I was fucking to leave marks, a makeshift brand on her that would tell the whole damned world I owned her. I fucked to make her convulse and scream herself hoarse. Mostly, I fucked to make her shout my name, the only name I ever wanted hanging on her lips while she pinched her arms and legs around me tight and lost control.

Yeah, it was insane, stupid, and a thousand shades of wrong. Just then, I didn't give a single shit.

I squeezed my bike's bars so damned hard the vibrations of the road shook my heart, and it still wasn't enough to wipe her outta my system.

I didn't give a fuck about senseless. I only cared about keeping her safe, keeping her in my world, never letting go. My eyes followed the faded lines on the road 'til I was almost in a trance, all I could do to keep myself from pulling into the nearest lookout, dragging her into the woods, and making her realize I hadn't said shit about
my
payment.

The money was for the club. She'd handle that one way or another. Me?

I wanted her naked and fused to my cock, legs spread wide while I rammed my dick into her and emptied every last drop of come from my balls in her pussy, her mouth, all over her perfect fucking skin.

I'd saved her several times. Something about that made it even more fucked up that I wanted to ruin her, wanted to drag her away from her prissy little world forever, into the darkness with me. I wanted her in my bed forever, the bed she belonged in, where she'd wear my brand and call me her old man. And she'd fucking love it every time.

Fuck.
I shook off the twisted fantasies long enough to see the signs growing more frequent.

We were approaching Knoxville when I spied the little filling station. I made a hard turn into it. Filled up my half-depleted tank, everything I'd need for the ride home, when I had a lot less precious cargo on my bike and a whole lot more hell on my brain.

Meg never even got off to stretch. She was staring down at the pavement when I paid and got back on the bike, ready for the home stretch.

“Babe, you should be the happiest woman in the world when you get home and that gate slams shut behind you. Why the fuck don't you look it?”

“I can't forget last night,” she said, looking up and locking eyes with me. “I'll never forget you, Skin. What we did...”

She gnawed at her bottom lip. My whole cock ached, remembering what those sweet lips felt like gliding along my flesh.

Fuck me.
Of all the excuses I'd expected her to give, it wasn't that.

I reached up and palmed her face, feeling her sweet cheek on my fingers. If only for the last time.

“No regrets, yeah? I wouldn't have done shit if I knew it was gonna make you hurt more. You need to get over everything that happened and live your life, baby. It won't be easy. But you'll do it. You're one helluva woman – a survivor. Anything you do after all the shit you've suffered is gonna feel like a stroll instead of a frantic fucking sprint to the bitter end.”

“I know,” she said softly, rubbing her face into my skin. “It's the end I'm worried about. The end of us...before we've even started. I mean, if there was an us. You know what I mean, yeah?”

My eyes narrowed. She had me by the balls, but I played dumb. Showing her any of the flames pouring through my blood right now wouldn't do a damned lick of good.

It would only make it harder to close the book on this, harder for her to heal, to forget, to move the fuck on like she needed to.

“I know two healthy people shared a bed for a few nights and did what people do. That's it. It ain't nothing to worry about, woman, and it sure as shit ain't anything to cry over.”

Fuck if my words did any good when I felt the warm, salty wetness rolling down my finger, a single teardrop slipping out the corner of her eye.

I wiped it away and squeezed her cheek one more time, drawing my face into hers. “Give me one more kiss. One for the road.”

She did. We kissed long and hard, absorbed in this wild thing we had, oblivious to the impatient prick in the pickup behind us, waiting for my pump. I pulled her into me and really fucking kissed her.

Hotter and harder than the night before. More intense than I'd ever kiss a woman for as long as I lived, tracing her tongue with mine for a few sweet seconds, then leading it around and around in a dance we'd both dream about 'til we jerked awake in a cold sweat.

“I'm not going to forget this,” she said, her voice a harsh whisper.

“No, you won't, but you're not gonna let it fuck up the rest of your life. I won't let you, babe.” I grabbed her face, traced her jawline, pressed my fingers in 'til I stopped and felt her tremble. “This is the kiss that sets you free. Nothing more. Now, strap on your helmet and hold me tight. You're going home.”