Never Love an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (53 page)

Jesus, to hell with that denim! I wanted him to grab my waist and rip the jeans off right fucking
now.

“Brass!” The screen door popped open and banged in its frame.

Mortified, I looked up at Saffron. Brass broke our latest kiss and shot his sister a look that could've cooled the sun. The brunette threw one hand over her mouth and barely stifled the humiliating laughter just in time.

“Well, I was going to ask if you two wanted some dessert...but it looks like you've beat me to the punch.”

Red hot blood filled my cheeks. I tried to look away, fighting to wriggle my way off him, but he wouldn't let go. His fingers stayed tight around my ass, painful reminders of sheer sex stopped in its tracks.

“Go back inside, sis. We'll be in after a little while.” Anger flowed through his voice. Not a shred of shame. “And yeah, keep something warm for us. Lemme guess – it's that patented brownie a la mode stuff, right?”

Saffron looked right at me and gave a curt nod. Oh, God. I thought I'd be sick right then and there, all my redness turning green now that my shame was complete.

“I'll keep it ready for you two.” One more wickedly knowing smile and she went back inside.

I slapped his chest so hard I heard the
thud.
“Let go of me!”

“You fucking kidding, babe?” he growled, tightening his grip until I couldn't move. “We haven't fucked for days. Shelly makes a mean fucking treat in her kitchen, but I'd give up ever tasting it again for one more taste of you. Right here, right now...”

“But Jackie's waiting for us,” I moaned, desperate to extinguish the guilty fire roaring inside me.

“She can wait a few more minutes. She's probably stuffing her face with brownie and loving it. Come on. Down by the lake.” His eyes narrowed. “Don't bullshit me, baby girl. I know you want this as bad as I do. Things are about to get a lot more fucked up before they get better. We gotta take advantage of these times together, you know?”

I nodded, wondering where he was going. He rocked his rock hard erection into me, raising his hips high enough to lift my whole body, and then I couldn't wonder about anything at all.

I came undone. His dick made me want to jerk and moan like a madwoman, igniting a temporary insanity any courtroom would've approved.

Warm, hot breath poured into my ear. His stubble raked my neck, prickly and masculine. Sexy as hell? Oh, yeah.

Damn! There was that heat again, thawing the glacial shame in my veins, becoming the filthiest kind of lust.

“I'm making sure Fang and his psychos are dead one way or another. Don't know if I'll walk out alive when the big showdown comes.” He kissed my neck, right in the middle, giving me a shudder that silenced all the worries his words wanted to stir. “Only one thing's clear: I'm not leaving this fucking planet without having you as much as I can. I don't care if I die tomorrow with lead in my chest, or in my sleep when I'm a decrepit old bastard. We're fucking, babe. Fucking on demand. Fucking day and night. Fucking to remind you you're my old lady, and you're never gonna get claimed half as hard as when I'm between your legs, filling your pussy, no matter what the fuck happens from here. Come on. Live and learn. Let's fuck.”

By the time he whispered those last two words, I was a shaking, sweating, sopping wet mess in his hands. My hips were moving on their own, shifting against him again and again, every nerve screaming to be fucked while my stupid head tried to say no.

He wasn't hearing anything without me underneath him anymore. It took me a minute to realize he'd picked me up, and we were heading toward the thick trees near the lake. He carried me in his arms through the cool evening air, into the wilder darkness.

It got a lot cooler when he laid me out on the big flat boulder near the water. It was the perfect height for him to stand between my legs and grind while he sucked and kissed at my throat, like the Earth decided to put it there thousands of years ago just for us.

This is crazy,
I thought, shaking my head.
Absolutely fucking –

Crazy.

No,
crazy
was his tongue, sliding down my shoulder as he pulled at my shirt. He was already tearing at my bra strap by the time it was over my head. My breasts popped out into the cool night air, and my right nipple slid into his mouth.

The temperature couldn't have been much higher than the fifties, but I was burning up each time his tongue circled, bowing and dipping, hungrily lapping at my flesh. My nipples softened in his mouth. God, my hips were still rocking, bucking up and down on any part of him they could find.

“Brass!” I reached for his head and scratched through his hair until he looked up. “I need you inside me. Please.”

He looked at me like I'd just granted his deepest, dirtiest wish. Maybe I had. All I knew was I'd never seen anyone undress so fast.

His cut, shirt, jeans, and boxers came off one after another, piling on the ground beneath us. His dark tattoos glistened beneath the moonlight, and it looked like the ferocious bear snarling on his chest was doing an angry dance when he moved for my bottoms.

“Pick your sweet ass up, babe. These are coming right the fuck off.”

He wasn't kidding. The instant my butt was up, the jeans were gone, and he tore away my panties in a fistful.

“Oh, God.” I whispered to the moon and the stars, a prayer, all I could do to keep sane in the dark calm before he fucked me deep, skin-on-skin for the first time.

Coolness bathed the drenched ache between my legs. My heartbeat echoed in every extremity, beating its want into my brain. The thud crashed harder inside me when he slid his cock against my folds, and I thought I'd pass out.

“You got any fucking clue how bad I've wanted this? How long I've been waiting to feel you like this?” He rocked his hips.

My pussy coated his dick in cream, and he smeared it toward my clit. My slit couldn't have been hotter, tighter, wetter.

“Just fuck me,” I whimpered. The plea in my voice caught me by surprise, but it was honest.

I needed this. I needed him, inside me. Now.

My legs curled around his hips and pinched tight. Brass let out a long growl like a mountain lion zeroing in on something irresistible.

“Just fuck you, Missy? You mean like this?” He shifted his hips, and then slammed forward, steadily pushing his swollen cock into me.

“Yes!”

It was the sweetest shock of my life. Having him inside me with rubber between us was nothing – nothing! – compared to this. My hands scratched at the stone beneath us, too used to having sheets to claw at.

Here, there was nothing between us and nature, nothing between our blood and skin.

“Fuck!” His muscular body shook when he reached prime depth, unable to go an inch more. He filled me completely. “Fuck. Babe, if you were any fucking tighter, we wouldn't even fit.”

I pushed against him, hard, clenching my teeth. The pleasure was almost painful because there was so much of it, flowing like lava through every nerve. My brain struggled to process everything.

“That'd be a real...a real shame.” It was hard to talk.

Brass grunted, pulling back and slamming himself into me, harder this time. I moaned. More current raced through my skin. My ankles burned just holding onto him.

No way. He wasn't going to do this. I wasn't in the mood for a slow, sweet loving. I started to buck, panting hot desire through my teeth, adding my feminine growl to his.

Fuck. Me.

The message must've reached him through his dick, because my lips wouldn't work after three more strokes. Nothing but screams came out.

He was like a masculine mountain plowing into me, all muscle, all need, all conquest. I threw my head back and pumped my hips, desperate to keep pace.

“Come, babe. Come and scream as loud as you want. Nobody's gonna hear it but me.”

Like I could do anything else! He quickened his thrusts, filling me harder and faster, relentlessly forcing me over the edge, until I exploded.

Pleasure gurgled through me and cut off my breath. I couldn't feel anything except the raw heat of my pussy clenching his cock, gushing on his skin, tightening while he drove into me. My head snapped back and I let it all out.

I screamed through the orgasm. I wasn't so sure about nobody else hearing us, but I didn't fucking care. My brain and body were total slaves to the ecstasy he created, the claiming fire roasting me within every time he slammed deep.

He fucked me straight through it and still kept going. I pushed my way up, keeping my legs wide for him, throwing my hands around his neck.

The first climax took a lot out of me. I needed every limb to hold myself to him now, even as my fingers and ankles dug tighter to his skin. He fucked like an animal, a runaway train powering through my legs, grunting for breath and cursing in my ear when he leaned in to sniff my hair.

“I'm gonna fucking bust, babe. You want it inside you, yeah?”

I nodded and whimpered. Thinking about him flooding my pussy with his molten heat sent me hurling toward a fresh orgasm. I tried not to scratch his neck raw, but it was really hard not to.

I couldn't deny it: I was losing my mind in this sex, losing it to him the same he'd already taken my heart.

“Do it, Brass. I love you.”

“Good. Wouldn't dream of wasting this come anywhere else. Love you, babe. Come with me. Wanna feel you milk my balls dry.” His breath hitched. “Come on! Fuck!”

He crashed against me, burying himself to the hilt. His hips thrashed against my skin, even when he was all the way in, kindling a wicked heat on my clit with his pubic bone.

I shot straight to heaven, and then I went somewhere higher when I felt his teeth on my neck. He bit me right there, marking me with one hell of a hickey. His erection swelled inside me and exploded.

The heat was intense, a firestorm all over, burning away everything except the feeling of my pussy being filled with fire. He pulsed again and again, pumping magma jets deep in my womb. My pussy clenched so tight I screamed, desperately sucking at his cock, knowing what I wanted.

I was thankful I'd never let any other man come inside me. This was all his, and God willing, we'd never use condoms again.

I came like a mad woman enjoying her strongest hit, and crashed back to earth knowing I'd never settle for anything less. I was addicted to every inch of him, from the tattooed back I'd just scratched to pieces down to the hard perfection still emptying itself inside me.

He came hard. Long. After an eternity, his body shuddered and he released me, gently settling my sore hips on the rock.

My turn to collapse. Brass held me, stroking my hair. We enjoyed the sudden quiet, the beautiful coolness with nothing except our lungs catching mountain air.

“My sis did pretty fucking well. I gotta give her props. This place isn't half bad,” he mused.

“Yeah? A girl could really settle down here if she wanted. It's so beautiful.” It was strange sitting up buck naked and staring at the dark hills beyond the lake, but I meant every word.

It certainly went beyond the landscape. Everything tonight was beautiful, a starry mountain heaven in the eye of hell.

“Do you think we'll be able to stay in Redding if everything goes right?” I asked, straightening my hair with my fingers.

He nodded. “That's home, as far as we're concerned. This place is Devils' territory. I sure as shit don't belong here. But if I can save my club, maybe coming to Prairie Pussy land with my colors for a visit will be as easy as driving over the state line. You know what else I think?”

“Hmmm?”

He reached down and grabbed my clothes, throwing them onto my lap. “Our sisters are gonna have all that sweet shit eaten if we don't hurry our asses up.”

I laughed. We dressed quickly. Just in time too because the cold was starting to make my nipples hard again in a way that wasn't so sexy.

“Dessert? Really? You're still hung up on that?” I stepped into his embrace, running my hand over his jaw stubble.

“I'm hung up on making sure you get the sugar rush you need for tonight.” He grinned. “Soon as everybody's asleep, I'm fucking your brains out 'til dawn, babe. Being my old lady's a full time job. So's taking this dick. Get used to it.”

He playfully swatted my ass. I jumped, and let him lead me back up the path through the trees, toward the cozy cabin with the glowing lights.

“Good thing I've always been a night owl,” I said, already wondering how I'd have to gag myself to stay quiet while he ravished me.

The next few days were beautiful. Mountain walks, good comfort food made by Saffron, and nights I'd never forget. Brass had to take off every day and take care of business with the Devils, but he always came back before nightfall.

Even Jackie seemed a lot more relaxed breathing the magic Missoula air. Up here, the wolves lost our scent. They couldn't follow. Or so I told myself.

But if we ever wanted to go home, or feel safe again, it all came down to Brass and his new partners removing the cancer at the top.

I tried to be supportive. It wasn't hard when he came to me every night like a storm, fucking me with his hand clapped over my mouth, leaving me to scream and bite and thrash when I came on his cock. Coming this hard obliterated all the worries.

Granted, I should've paid more attention to them. But it was such a relief here. Until we came north, I'd forgotten what it felt like to be truly safe.

Heaven never lasts forever, especially when it's lodged in hell's cyclone.

I was laying next to him late one evening, my head resting on his powerful chest. We'd just gotten through another round, leaving us both blissfully drained and sweaty, exposed to the cool peace that always settled after sex with this man.

I'd gotten to scream my lungs out tonight. Saffron took Jackie into town for some ice cream, and also to take a look at the local high school in case we were forced to stay here a lot longer than we intended.

Having the place to ourselves should've been perfect. It certainly started out that way. Then his phone chirped on the floor, still tucked in his jeans, a jarring ring intruding on our post-fuck serenity.