Never Kiss an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (55 page)

Every precious inch of her was mine now. Mine to protect, mine to own, mine to tease, rule, and use as I saw fit.

Luckily for her, I finally saw fit to give her the tongue she was dying for just then.

“There!” she screamed, as soon as I fucked my licks into her, her whole body tensing.

She was really on edge, but not for long. I laid into her with everything I had, pulling her 'til she sat on my face, holding her in mid-air like a gymnast I'd trained to fuck under any circumstances.

Her whole body hitched when I finally moved forward and found her clit. My tongue lashed over it again and again, cutting short, mean circles, digging into her with just the right pressure to send her crashing into O land.

She screamed through her teeth when her pussy tightened. Hot, luscious cream gushed all over me, and I lifted two fingers up, plunging them into her as she convulsed.

She fucked my fingers and my mouth like a goddamned animal. It was so hot my cock throbbed hellfire, aching like a magnet in front of metal.

I'd never known need like this. My blood turned to needles, digging at my veins, telling me to fuck her like a junkie needs his latest hit.

Something primal from deep down inside me dragged itself up and caught me by the throat. I wanted to bury myself balls deep and spill everything I had, whatever it took to meld with this woman, anything to put out the wildfire searing my bones.

I licked and finger fucked her 'til she collapsed against me. Then I stood up, wrapped my arms around her waist, and squeezed her tight while we kissed.

She moaned when she tasted her own sweetness on my lips. She cried out louder when I rubbed my swollen cock against her ass, showing her how bad I needed to fuck her into submission.

“You feel that, babe? There's no hiding anything with you. No secrets. No games.” I brought my mouth close to her hot, red ear, grazing my teeth against it. “I'm gonna turn you around in another second. Get on the bed, all fours, and put your ass up. Your pussy's mine for the night, and it ain't resting 'til you're overflowing.”

“Oh, God.” She spun and kissed me harder.

I could've sucked her tongue all night if I didn't need to fuck so bad. I gave her another gentle slap on the ass and watched as she did what I said, admiring her legs shifting apart for me, her perfect ass going up in the moonlight, presenting and prone for me.

Too bad I couldn't stand to admire the sweet scenery for more than a second.

I crashed into bed behind her and put one hand on her ass, fisting my cock with the other, guiding myself into her. She stiffened and moaned when I sank in.

Fucking hot. But nothing compared to the sounds she made when we started to fuck.

And fuck, we did.

I slammed my hips into her long and hard. Short strokes, shallow strokes, long thrusts, and everything in between. I took her hair in my hand like reigns and slapped her ass while she bucked into me, pounding her deeper, feeling her creaming all over my hungry fucking cock.

Didn't have a damned clue how I held it together for more than a couple minutes, but I did. She was the first to lose it when I really started to power fuck her.

She tensed up, clawed at the sheets, and screamed my name over and over.

Skin, Skin, Skin!

Just like a mantra. I sank my teeth into her neck, hard enough to leave marks, and fucked her harder, straight through her first climax, mounted on every inch of me.

“I don't think you wanna feel my come inside you yet, woman.”

“No, no, I do,” she whimpered, almost in a trance from my thrusts. “Please, Skin.
Please.
”

Fuck, I was starting to love that word. But when I finally let go and pumped my seed into her, I wanted her pussy to clench me so hard I passed out.

“You can do better than that. Come on, sweet girl.” My palm went down on her ass hard, making her jerk. “No bullshit. Make me believe you want it.”

When she recovered from the love slap, she began to buck me back. Hard.

The chick became a total demon beneath me. Her pussy met my thrusts with a passion I could feel all the way down to my bones. Her perfect ass bounced backward and snapped against me, calling me to fuck her harder.

So I did.

I fucked her like a whore, a lover, and the woman I was meant to be with 'til the end of my days all in one. I fucked her that way because that was exactly what she'd become, and I aimed to keep her.

Mine, goddamn it,
I thought with a snarl, feeling the fire building in my balls.

Mine when she's naked or dolled up for the town. Mine when she's young and vibrant, or old and wrinkled. Mine when she's looking at me with tears in her eyes, holding our first kid at her breast.

Too much. Imagining my baby in her shot me into outer-fucking-space.

My hips went wild, smashing into her, pinning her to the bed as I fucked her in long, manic, mattress pounding strokes.

“Fuck, Meg, you're so damned tight. Come the fuck with me! Now!”

Her pussy clenched around my cock before I'd even finished saying it. My cock tingled, and I drove into her deep one more time, rooting myself against her womb, feeling the explosion come.

I came so hard I forgot to breathe.

Every muscle in my body tensed, primed for squeezing every drop I could into her, spilling it in her sweet pussy in hot, molten jets. My cock spat fire for what felt like an hour, and I still couldn't get enough, growling as I forced out a few more thrusts to grind it deeper.

I wanted to own her every way possible, dammit. And someday, when she went off those stupid pills, I'd be working on the son or daughter I'd take on fishing trips on the lake outside.

I'd loved my family a long time ago. Never dreamed of building a new one 'til now, when I pulled her face to the side by the hair, and put my lips on hers.

“You're driving me insane because I love you, babe. Don't give a shit if I wind up in a straitjacket, as long as it's with you.”

No bullshit. I wasn't letting this woman go for anything. And if any man ever caused her a single tear again, I'd die first, murdering the sonofabitch with my mad hands.

E
verything here was beautiful.

I woke up blissfully sore the next day, and found the bed empty next to me. The last thing I remembered was drifting off to sleep with my face on Skin near dawn, breathing in his scent, loving the afterglow when we'd finished fucking more times than I could count.

A breeze hissed through the open window. I gasped when I sat up and stretched.

The trees outside looked incredible. They wore their autumn hues all the way down to the lake, jack-o-lantern orange mixed with reds, yellows, and just a dash of lively green.

I smiled, searching for my clothes. It took my nose a little longer to wake up. Then I noticed the heavenly smell in the air as I slid on my panties.

Breakfast.

I fought not to tear up, wondering if I'd actually died before he saved me, and maybe this was heaven. I was about to head out to the kitchen to meet him when my phone pinged.

Daddy's text made me groan. I couldn't believe I'd forgotten to check in with my parents when I'd taken off last night.

I typed something quick back, told him I'd be home in another day or two, after spending time with Becky. I said a small prayer he wouldn't actually check in with her. I left it short and sweet, adding a brief note about how excited I was for therapy, and turned the phone off.

I hated lying to him, when he'd done so much for me. But Dad wouldn't understand this – not yet – just like he wouldn't understand that the only therapy retreat I needed was already right here in front of me.

“Shit, babe, you're awake.” Skin walked in, wearing nothing but his jeans low on his lips and a smile. “Just in time for eggs and pancakes. Get out here.”

I smiled as he took my hand and dragged me to the breakfast table. The first couple bites told me the boy knew how to cook, and that made me grin even more.

“What's up? Not enough salt?” He shot me a sharp look when he saw me staring out the window, chewing my food.

“Sometimes I can't believe I'm really here. With you. Doing this.”

Skin smiled, folding the long scar on his cheek. “Believe it, woman. If you want, we can spend every summer doing this. Can't imagine any other way worth spending the time when I'm not with my brothers. I'm gonna hit the town looking for places outside the woods next week, before winter creeps in.”

“Oh, we're moving in together already?” I couldn't hide the hope in my eyes.

“Damned straight. I'm not gonna let my old lady live with her folks forever. What kinda man would I be? Shit, come shopping for places with me. It'll give you something to think about.”

I reached across the table for his hand. “I'd like that. This is all happening so fast...”

“Yeah, it is. When I spot something I want, I move like lightning, babe. You'll figure that out fast, if you haven't by now.”

“No, I kinda had a clue.” I took another bite of my food, chewing slowly, enjoying the warmth and strength of my fingers in his. “What makes a man like you so decisive? There's got to be more to it than...well, that.”

I motioned at his beautiful chest with my fork, staring at the Deadly Pistols MC tattoo blended into his huge muscles. The smoking gun and skulls across his torso seemed more like a birthmark than something he'd gotten later in life, intricately and forever part of him.

“There's more, yeah. But it all begins and ends with this club, the only family I ever had, especially once my folks died.”

I frowned. He'd mentioned it before, but it really hit me for the first time. Guilt filled my heart, reminding me how I'd lied to my two perfectly sane, loving parents.

“My old man bit the dust when I was just shy of fifteen. The club had a run in with the wrong gang hauling meth on a run through Kentucky. They chased our guys right off the damned road with their trucks, and Dad caught the worst of it, a bullet through his back and a cracked skull in a ditch.” He held up his hand, studying the big Pistols ring there, the same one he'd given me as collateral in Ricky's spa.

“This is all I've got left of him. It's a good reminder how quickly things can go to shit. I live my life moment by moment, babe. Sure, I'm a planner when it comes to numbers, but fuck if I hesitate when I'm onto something good, or taking out any threats to the things I love. It's all I know how to be, and it hasn't let me down yet.”

“You're a good man, Skin.” I smiled softly, squeezing his hand. “I had my doubts after the rescue...but not for long. I get why you did what you had to. You risked your life for me when I was just a stranger, you and the other guys in your club. I wish I'd gotten a chance to thank them.”

“You will. Bring 'em beer or BLTs, and they're good.” His eyes flashed with a jealous, possessive energy. “The only man you gotta be concerned about pleasing from now on is right here in front of you. You're mine, babe, and I'm never letting go. Not for
anything.
”

His tone made me shudder. He was really, truly serious. He spoke with an anger ten times deeper than my dad's when he'd thrown the detective out.

This man had killed for me once, and he'd do it again in a heartbeat.

I finished my breakfast and sat back in my chair, safe and satisfied. It was the first time I'd felt this way in months since he'd saved me from the pimp.

“It's a beautiful day,” I said, loving how the light came through the window and caught his hazel eyes. “Can't we take a hike?”

“Sure, but there's something I've gotta take care of first.” He stood up and walked over to me, pulling me up with both hands.

His lips crashed on mine. The addiction in my body reawakened, tingling for him already, no matter how many times we'd enjoyed each other last night.

“What's that?” I purred.

“Turn around.” The edge in his voice told me he wasn't asking.

As soon as I did, his hands were around my waist, tearing down my jeans and panties in one stern tug. I gasped at how quickly he unraveled me, how fast he made me go from wet to completely soaked.

Completely his.

Skin took me right there. He bent me over the kitchen table and mounted me like a bull. He held me by the hair and fucked me hard, so damned hard I whimpered, loving his masculine force colliding into me.

Halfway through, he grabbed my shirt and pulled the loose corner down, just enough to expose my shoulder. “Fuck, babe, I can't get enough of how good my brand looks on you. I wanna see that every time I've got my dick buried in you to the hilt. You hear me?”

I did. I tried to moan a reply, but nothing except hot breath came out as he moved his hips faster, slamming into me, taking me to the edge.

“Every. Fucking. Time,” he growled, quickening his thrusts.

I couldn't hold it. I never could with this man, and it thrilled me to surrender to him again.

“Come with me, Parker. Please!” It was all I could force out before everything below my waist convulsed.

We rocked and came together, just like that, grunting in total heat. His cock slammed into me, deeper than before, and he held it there while he swelled.

Hot, potent come pumped into me, scorching me from the inside out, and wiping away what was left of my sanity. I let go and became a mess of pure pleasure, rocking on his erupting length, coming together in one sweet, frantic rhythm.

He kissed me again and slowly pulled away. I felt his seed running down my leg. Something about that made me smile, just being a vessel for this wild man.

“Shower?” I asked, stepping out of my fallen clothes.

“Sure, babe, and I'm coming with you. We'll clean up together. Then I'm keeping you full of me the whole damned day, overflowing, whether you like it or not.”

I smiled and took his hand. “Lucky for you, I think I love it.”

* * * *

B
y mid-day, I thought I'd gone to paradise. We walked deep into the forest, bright and magical in all its hues.

I scrounged up what I could find in his fridge for a picnic, mostly sandwiches and beer. We talked and laughed, hiking into the wild, one with nature and each other.