Never Love an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (23 page)

“All right, kids, that's enough!” Dust snarled, standing up. “You've both got twenty-four hours to change your minds before I announce this to the rest of the boys. Skin, you'd better bring her home with your brand inked in her skin, or I'll tear your damned ears off for leading everybody on. You, girl, make up your mind for good after tonight. Now, kindly get yourselves a room, and get the fuck out of my sight.”

We stepped out and I closed the door, a split second before I grabbed her and threw her against the wall. We picked up right where we left off, out in the hallway, our lips dancing a desperate tango.

Tango? Fuck that. I'd never been much for dancing.

I shoved my tongue in her mouth, found hers, and dominated it. I pulled at my baby's bottom lip 'til I heard her whimper. Her breasts pushed into me, her nipples hard underneath all the fabric, and I stole the breath from her lungs.

My hips hooked to hers and I pushed. Hard. I wanted her to feel how hard and ready I was for her, how bad I wanted – no,
needed
– to fuck her.

Getting her branded was just the first step. Taking control and owning her, well, that was deadly simple, and also a helluva lot more fun.

“Come on. We've got one more stop to make before we can get the fuck outta here.”

“Huh?” She stopped and smiled, her eyes questioning mine. “You mean there's somewhere else we can go besides your room?”

“Yeah, there's a place not far from here, a family place I've had forever. It's a nice night, and not too cold.” I inwardly snorted, deciding not to bother dancing around this shit anymore. I leaned in close and hissed fire in her ear. “Obviously, I don't give a shit about the southern wind. This place doesn't have much for heat, but I'll make you burn between the sheets. You're mine, Meg, and that means I'm gonna spend every spare second fucking you senseless. I'm not stopping 'til you're soaked like a sauna, not 'til your sweet cunt's massaged my dick dry half a dozen times or more.”

“Oh, God.” Her eyes fluttered shut as my hand grabbed her thigh and squeezed.

Fuck if I could take a second more. Grabbing her again, I led her to the bar, praying Firefly would still be there, maybe a little more sober now that he'd gotten in his fun for the night.

I found him with Blondie's head on his lap, a beer in his hand, staring lazily at an old Western playing on the flat screen without any sound.

“Aw, shit.” He took one look at Meg and stubbed out his smoke in the ashtray. “Your little toy's back? Did she bring the Prez the cash, or what?”

“You'll find out tomorrow, brother. All the club's business has been taken care of. Every man wearing this patch is gonna be pretty fucking happy, let me tell you.” I walked closer, tugging Meg with me, who'd suddenly gone shy in my grip. “Keep the bullshit on your tongue. If I hear you call her a toy, a whore, or a stray again, I'll put my fist in your face, and I don't give a single fuck if you know it's coming. I need ink, Firefly, if you're not too fucked up to draw. She's mine, brother, and I want my brand on her tonight.”

His jaw dropped. “No fucking way. Skin, the human calculator with a porno fix, settling down?”

He shook his head once, twice, three times. I nodded, coldly, staring him down. Why the fuck did everything take so long around here?

Finally, it must've sunk in. Firefly leaped up from the bar and caused his girl to jerk up awkwardly, losing her headrest.

“Congratulations, brother. I'm done giving you shit.” His big arms held us both, crushed us to his massive chest. “Let's get this woman inked up. It's about time this club had some good news.”

Amen to that.

Meg watched me nervously from the padded chair. She'd chosen to take my brand on her shoulder, a perfect place for me to see it whenever I told her to wear something loose in the warmer weather. Better still when we were naked and I mounted her from behind.

I'd watch my brand appearing on her skin like a damned target, all the encouragement I needed to fuck her harder, mark her from the inside out. My balls churned, aching to unload inside her, watching as Firefly kept her arm pinned down with one hand, and used the other to scrawl the design we'd picked out with the ink gun.

“You're doing so good, baby. This is the last pain you're ever gonna feel for me. I promise.” I grabbed her free hand and laced my fingers through hers.

I couldn't tell if she wanted to laugh or cry. Her whole face twitched, on the verge of going to pieces.

Her smile said everything I needed to know.

We'd only talked about the design minutes before Firefly went to work. I watched him etch a heart on her shoulder made from iron bars, just like the gate in front of her home. The center was all open, and the Enforcer stenciled PROPERTY OF SKIN, DEADLY PISTOLS MC TENNESSEE onto her flesh one glorious letter at a time.

By the time he was working on the finishing touches, I couldn't hold it. I leaned in and crushed my lips on hers, tasting what belonged to me. Fuck if she didn't taste even better already – something I'd have thought was impossible.

“She's all good to go, brother.” Firefly turned off the ink gun and grinned, admiring his work. “Lucky man. The girl was hot before, but now? Shit, ya'll are lucky I've got somebody to keep me company tonight.”

I shot him a withering look. Joking or not, I didn't take kindly to other men sniffing around her, even my own brothers. Jerking her up by the wrist, I pulled her into me, holding onto her extra tight, grazing my stubble across her bare neck.

She shuddered. Fuck if it didn't make me imagine her rippling underneath me.

Christ, she'd get fucked tonight. Harder than a boulder dropping. I'd slam my cock in and out of her 'til sunup, marking her as mine, making her understand beyond any shred of doubt what her tight little body did to me.

“We're done here, Firefly. Thanks for playing artist for the night.”

“There's nobody better in this MC. You taking off for the night, or crashing here?”

“Yeah, we'll be back when the Prez says it's time for church. Or whenever this little lady wants to go home. Try to keep Dust from spending every damned cent of what we just inventoried. I know morale's been low, but fuck, we've finally got ourselves a second chance. We deserve it.”

I was talking about the club, but I held Meg's eyes the entire time. My new old lady never wavered, catching the hidden meaning in everything I said.

“Yeah, we do,” she whispered, just as we headed out. “A second chance, and a whole lot more.”

They'd be the last words I'd let her say tonight before I fucked her incoherent.

We left the clubhouse and rode underneath the moonlight. It was going on two o'clock in the morning, a bewitching hour, but I wouldn't trade this ride for anything.

She pressed close to me in the cold, purring in my ear during the ride to my cabin. My cock pulsed in my denim each time I felt her breath, imagined feeling her tongue wrapped around me again.

I wanted her to suck me off, almost as bad as I wanted to take her pussy over and over with my mouth, my cock, my hands, whatever would make her go to pieces. I hadn't fucked her enough yet – not nearly enough to wipe away all the traces of Ricky and the bastards he'd sold her to for pennies.

“Hold on tight here,” I told her, a quick warning before we entered the final stretch.

My bike growled up the last bend, an unpaved dirt road through the forest. She yelped surprise, ducking underneath the low hanging branches, bringing her so close to me my entire body ached.

She stirred me up like a goddamned fire.

I needed to fuck. Not just in the pure, crazy, animal sense, though that was there too. I needed this woman like I needed to cleanse my own soul, meld bodies and heartbeats 'til I emptied everything I had inside her.

No chick was ever worth truly draining myself for 'til Megan. And now that I was about to give her a proper honeymoon as my woman for the very first time, no other girl ever would.

We rolled up next to the lake and I parked the bike. My hands burned to touch her. I pulled her up and ripped her helmet off, sneaking in another kiss, bending her over my bike and holding her while we kissed, one last taste before we headed inside.

“If I'm going to be your woman for the night, yours forever, there's something I want to know...”

Why did she sound so shy all of a sudden? My lips pulled up in a smirk and I leaned in close, teasing my lips across hers without closing in another full kiss.

“Anything, babe, as long as it ain't club biz.”

“Your real name can't be Skin. What was it before?”

My eyes widened. I'd never had a woman ask for my given name since I'd put on the patch. That shit belonged to another world, and it was never supposed to have a voice once my folks were gone.

They'd been the last to call me by my name, and that was the way I'd intended to keep it.

But hell, I'd never dreamed of claiming an old lady 'til now. I'd never brought a woman to this place, into my private world, beyond the bike, the bar, and my cramped little room in the clubhouse.

“Walk with me. Let me show you the lake.”

“But!”

I cut her off. Taking her by the hand, I led her down the steps going down to the old dock, the same place me and my old man launched our boat for fishing. Those were the best times I had with Dad, when he was away from the club.

“You wanna know my name? Fine, babe, I'll give it to you, but you're gonna know the rest of me too.”

“What is this place?” she whispered, smiling as we gazed up at the stars, pristine and reflecting on the calm waters.

“Family cabin, like I said. It was my grandpa's, and then my dad's after him. It's mine now, seeing how they're gone. It's been my second home since I was a kid, back when everybody called me Parker.”

“Parker?” She beamed. “That's a beautiful name. So much nicer sounding than Skin.”

“Don't be fooled. Skin's who I am now. Parker's just an afterthought, Meg, a memory and a secret that doesn't mesh with the rest of my life anymore. I never meshed anywhere 'til I put on the patch and took my road name.” I clasped her chin and held her face for another kiss.

Goddamn, her lips tasted good. All of her teased my tongue like whiskey and honey. I thought about all the places I'd let my mouth roam tonight, at least 'til it decided to find that hot, wet place between her legs and smother her clit.

She moaned as I broke the kiss. “Can't I use it a little bit? Parker, I mean? It can be our secret, just like the new tattoo.”

“Whatever, babe, go ahead and say it when we're alone, if it makes you feel better.” My arms tightened, pulling her close. She didn't realize what a gift I'd just given her. “That ink on your shoulder's like a contract or a vow, yeah, but it's not a secret. Hell, I
want
every brother to know you belong to me. You're a marked woman, mine 'til the death. You got it?”

She didn't answer me with words. I barely had time to tuck a stray lock of her chestnut hair behind her ear before she leaned into me, tempting me with those lips.

My hands swung lower as we kissed. They found her ass, clasped it hard, and squeezed, pulling her into me, a prelude to everything we'd do inside my place. Cozy, naked and truly alone.

I'd fuck her 'til the Smoky Mountains echoed with our cries. My cock twitched, hounding me to rip her jeans and panties clean off. I pushed my hips into hers and broke the kiss, slowly spinning her around, walking her up to the place before the horny motherfucker in my pants caused me to take her outside.

There'd be plenty of time for that over the next few days. Tonight, I wanted to fuck her behind the walls, ease her into being mine completely behind closed doors, and then mine forever out in the open with the night sky watching us.

“Why Skin?” She whispered on the way up, wiggling her fingers in mine.

“You never heard? Every road name has a story behind it.”

“Don't tell me.” Her smiled faded. “You skinned somebody alive, didn't you?”

I chuckled. Shit, the girl could make me laugh, but I couldn't let that distract us from what was about to happen tonight.

“Nah, I like tanning asses a lot more than I enjoy skinning them. Only women's. They named me Skin because I started saving the club's ass. First with Uncle Sam, and then in more important ways. Seems like this MC's always been living by the skin of its teeth, and that's the way I roll too. Living anywhere but the edge ain't worth living at all.”

We got to the door and I wiggled the lock. No sooner than we got inside, she pounced on me, moving me to slam her against the wall and bury my lips on hers.

“I love it!” Meg cooed. “Your name fits what's happened with us, too. You know this isn't just because you saved me, right? I really do love you, Skin. I want the man behind the hero...all of him.”

Fuck.
Her hand settled on my cock and she pressed her fingers against me, gave it a firm pinch.

I put my hand over hers and moved her fingers up and down, forcing her to feel my heat, how hard and hot and ready I was for her. She whimpered when she felt me pulse behind my jeans, ready to bust through them and take her on the damned floor right here.

No, I couldn't do that shit. I had to shut the animal screaming inside me up, if only for a second.

She deserved better tonight. We deserved more.

I wanted her in a nice, cool bed. I had to fuck her good and proper, slam her into the mattress when I emptied myself inside her. I wanted to hear her screams bouncing off the walls like gunfire, and fuck yes, I wanted 'em reverberating in my ears forever.

With a growl, I spun her around, swept her into my arms. “Come on, baby girl, let's get our asses to bed. Just one rule in this house.”

She quirked an eyebrow and laughed. “Yeah, what's that?”

I walked her several more steps through the small cabin before I answered, passing the little kitchen. When we were at the threshold to the bedroom, I set her on the floor, smoothed her ass with one hand, and then worked my way up, ripping off her shirt before she could draw another breath.

“No clothes. Not 'til I tell you to get dressed again. You're here to be wet, bare, and ready for me every waking minute in my house. Follow the rules, and you'll get fucked constantly.”