Never Love an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (30 page)

Fists hit the table. Men jeered. I believed he was right, all except one thing – I already had the hottest pussy in the world waiting for me at home. I was already overflowing with wealth, rich beyond my wildest dreams, as long as I put my lips on hers every night.

Didn't blame any of my brothers for getting all excited about heaps of money and hot new girls. Shit, a couple months ago, and I'd have done the same.

The Prez had a lot to be crazy about, and so did all the boys. But my life was shining like a second sun, all thanks to her.

What the hell use did I have for more bloodlust when the only thing I had on my mind was getting home and fucking my girl?

I
stood in front of the mirror, doing a spin to check the skintight stockings clinging to my thighs. We'd fucked so many times by now it was second nature, but something about today made me flush like a virgin.

I couldn't believe we were really moving in together. Heck, I couldn't believe I was going to survive watching him unloading all those heavy boxes, everything the movers I'd hired brought to our doorstep.

Work could wait. I needed to keep my sanity, and so, I planned a surprise, the best way I knew to bring my man into bed and wear me out. The boxes could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, it was all about us, and I couldn't wait to christen our empty new place with cries of our pleasure.

I heard his bike pull into the garage just as I slid beneath the sheets. The screen banged shut half a minute later.

“Babe?” he called, his heavy boots thudding on the hardwood floors, gradually weaving through the maze of boxes and furniture, making his way to the bedroom.

“I'm in here,” I said softly, once I knew he was in the hall.

He froze in the doorway the second he saw me. “Fucking shit.”

I grinned, turning on my side, feeling like something out of an old 1960s movie where women went all out to seduce their men. Of course, none of the men in those black and white flicks had a thing on Skin. Not with their suits, their ties, their sharp waxed mustaches.

The man holding himself in the frame looked like a bull about to charge. “What's this? I thought you wanted to get started setting up? You must need my cock like crazy.”

“You know I do,” I moaned, pushing my legs together.

Jesus, my panties were already soaked. He stepped loudly into the room, his hands working on his belt, dragging it out through the loops and fisting it in one hand.

“I oughta spank you silly for teasing me like this,” he growled, his eyes dark and serious enough to do it.

“You know I'm not a tease,” I cooed. “Well, not much, anyway. Come on, old man. Take what's yours. I know you can't get enough of me. I'm yours, all yours, forever.”

I still couldn't say those words without my voice shaking near the end. Several months ago, I couldn't have imagined this.

When Ricky and his Johns had me under lock and key, I never thought I'd willingly give myself to a man again.

I never thought I'd give it all up so easily.

Never thought I'd crave a masculine touch.

Never thought I'd stamp something like PROPERTY OF SKIN into my very flesh.

But I did. I did it all for him, as surely as my pussy burned to feel him in me, slick and hot and wanting.

“Shit, woman, there goes the whole night.” His belt dropped, banging its buckle on the floor.

His clothes weren't far behind. I sucked my bottom lip as I saw his cut fall, and then the shirt he wore under it. He rolled it off over his head to reveal the dark tattoos I loved to scratch, kiss, and bite.

We always started slow, but ended so rough. Fucking Skin was like a slow moving heat storm, a tempest that made me wet with sweat and desire. One that didn't let up until I was completely exhausted, shaken, and wanting him all over again.

His pants dropped and he kicked off his boots, saving his boxers for last. His cock sprang out, angry and ready, pulling him toward the bed like a magnet, eager to fill me hard and deep.

Two more steps, and his hand shot out. He stopped near my belly, grabbing at the sheet, and ripped it off in one vicious yank. It went flying over his shoulder across the room, and there was nothing else between us.

“Fuck me outta my mind,” he growled.

I swooned as his hungry eyes crawled over me, slowly feeding our lust. He saw everything I had for him, the creamy lingerie I'd picked out. White stockings, white panties, white bra.

White, just like something I'd wear walking down the aisle, or maybe on my honeymoon.

I'd decided that morning I wasn't waiting for a wedding to dress like his whore, his wife.

I ached to feel every inch of him slamming me senseless in our brand new home. It had been the longest morning of my life at Daddy's office, like torture, waiting to trade my long business dress for this lingerie I'd picked out as his old lady.

“You're damned lucky I'm gonna make you come your brains out before I shove my cock inside you, woman. It'll make it easier when I shred that white lace you're wearing like fucking confetti.”

He pounced, covering me with his massive, beautiful body. I moaned when I felt his cock press against my panties, nothing but sopping wet lace between us. Skin's lips pulsed along my neck, kissing down my throat.

His hand moved aggressively, pulling my bra aside. I whimpered and shook when he took my nipple in his mouth. It only caused him to growl, and pin me down harder.

Holy shit. Holy Skin. Holy Parker!

Yes, everything was holy when his wicked mouth went to work. His free hand slipped down the waistband to my panties and he circled my clit, faster and faster as his tongue moved like clockwork over my nipples.

I feared I'd come on the spot. My hands scratched at his powerful wrist, but he held me down so easily, dominating me completely.

This man never lied. He always lived by his word, doing exactly what he promised, whether he was killing monsters on the street or taking over every inch of me.

That meant I could never hide, never hold back, never stop the waves of pleasure from crashing over me and sweeping me away.

When a man possesses you so much, seizes every molecule with his energy, hiding isn't even an option.

“Fuck, Parker...I can't!”

Oh, but I could. His tongue moved to my opposite breast just as his thumb found my clit, running over it again and again. His rough fingers stroked my pussy to heaven.

I could take anything and everything with this man.

I came hard, right on his hand, feeling my cunt tense up and gush. He lifted his head off my breasts and crushed his lips over my mouth, stifling my breathless gasps, swallowing every scream.

“Beautiful, babe, just fuckin' beautiful. You know you come like a rocket a little more every time we do this, yeah?”

I squinted through the ecstasy, regrouping my senses. “Light me up again.”

He stared down at me with those dark brown eyes and grinned. “Baby, you don't need to ask me twice. You're a kept woman now that we're sharing a bed every night. We're gonna ruin these sheets with scorch marks by the end of the week.”

He took my hands, jerked me up like a ragdoll, and flipped me over on the bed. Before I even knew what was happening, my panties snapped down to my knees so fast I swore he really did rip them in two.

His growl pressed against my thighs, vibrating through his lips, moving into my skin like a slow moving storm.

Even after all this time, he still scared me in the best ways. I finally had a man who'd
never
let anyone disrespect me, not even myself. He'd fight for me, bleed for me, kill for me. He'd already done it.

I couldn't imagine how possessive he'd get someday when we were hitched and I had a baby in my arms. The thought made my knees tremble, and so did his tongue, his stubble, both sliding deliciously up, up, up, dangerously close to my aching pussy.

“Skin – please! Let me feel you. No teasing, not today. You know what I'm dying for...”

Wish granted. Without a word, his thick hands shoved my legs apart, and his tongue caught the cream leaking out of me. He licked my entire slit like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

Long, greedy, pussy clenching licks.
Fuck!

I almost lost it again. With him, I turned into every cliché in romance, a sticky, breathless mess of a woman whose mind blanked on everything except the primal need to have him buried in me.

His tongue was so, so good, but it was never enough. I started panting like an animal in heat as he buried his face between my legs.

Sucking, fucking, tonguing me until my core tightened like the world's hottest coil. He held me down the more I shook, a force of nature teasing my most tender flesh, his pressure quickening by the second.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Heaven. Help. Me.

But the only man I ever needed help from pushed me into the blinding fire when his tongue landed on my clit one more time. I nearly scratched a hole through the new mattress, clawing at the bed for support, feeling his strength holding me up as I came.

Harder than before. Always, always harder.

Hot, wet, fiery bliss consumed me.

I rocked against his face while he rumbled pleasure in his throat, fucking his tongue into me, everywhere seemingly all at once. I'd never understand how he did it. He was only human, but he put me into a zone nobody else ever would, a place so secure and sexy I wanted to stay forever.

Skin held me gently for a moment when I finally stopped screaming.

I struggled to catch my breath, loving his fingers running through my hair, stroking me back to soft awareness.

His hot, feral whisper helped too. “You've got thirty seconds to fill your lungs, baby girl. Then I'm filling you. We're fucking all night, and I'm not gonna stop 'til the sun comes up.”

“Oh, God.”

“Yeah, that's the only thing that'll save you from this dick, babe. What were you expecting here? Did you really think I wouldn't fuck you stupid after seeing you dolled up like my goddamned bride? Did you really think I'd just drop my load and crash without leaving you spent to the whole fucking world?”

His hand slipped down to my ass and struck me hard. I whimpered and jerked forward, but he caught me by the hair, shoving me into place, making me feel the hard-on raging against my ass cheeks.

I still pretended I didn't like being spanked and ordered around. But we both knew better. My little white lie only seemed to turn him on more, and soon he nipped at my ear, growling raw desire into me again.

“Bullshit, Meg. I love you so fucking much I could die. You ain't stupid. Don't you ever play coy with me. You're as smart as you are beautiful. You know what lovers do.”

I did. Oh, how I did, and I learned a little more every night I was with him. I had a feeling my education was about to swell a hundred times faster now that we finally had a home together, a new bed to wear down every sultry night.

The cabin was only permanent, fickle, as lovely as it could be. Here, we'd forge a future, in the bedroom and out.

“I know, Skin. Trust me, I do.”

“Yeah, you'd fucking better, beautiful.” He pulled on my hair, twisting me to the side, pointing out the window with the pale gray light streaming in. “Winter's coming soon, sweet babe, and that means you're gonna spend those long, dark nights coming every way I tell you to. We've got to stay warm. We've got to light a fire. And I'm gonna make this town echo with the sounds of my cock making you scream.”

“I love you!” I shouted it just as he spread my legs and pushed inside me.

It wasn't tender. It sounded like a curse on my lips, and it only made his hips piston when he went to work, anchoring his angry tip deep inside me, stroking me in hard, fast, aggressive waves. His balls slapped my pussy harder as he pinned me to the bed.

No surprise, our first fuck here hit harder than lightning. Just like the way I'd fallen for this man. He bent me to him in a flash of fire, heat, insatiable lust.

Whatever spell he'd worked on me today, it was stronger than ever.

He couldn't have fucked me for more than a couple minutes before I felt my pussy tightening again, burning for release, begging me to beg him for what I needed more than anything else.

“Come with me, Skin. Come inside me!” I panted, I moaned, I surrendered as my eyelids fluttered shut.

“Fuck, no. Not 'til I feel your little pussy squeeze this cock like you're losing your mind. You're hot, babe, but you're not burning down yet. I want to fuck a fireball before I let you feel my come.”

Sweat hissed out my pores. He slowed his strokes. I could've turned around and killed him, if only he didn't have me hog-tied with his arms, pinned down like his personal fuck toy.

He stopped me right when I was on the brink. My hips shook. I fought to fuck him back, slam my ass into him, make him lose control until he filled me with his smoldering seed.

“You're a bastard!” I whimpered. “I love you, but I hate you right now. Please let me come.
Please.
”

“Fuck, yeah, woman, you always knew I was. Lucky for both of us you love it like this, don't you? You love all the new ways I find to make you come harder.”

Bastard. Angel. Old man.

Whatever he was just then, he was absolutely right. I'd never felt so alive as my heart pounded, sending fire through every vein, awakening a need in my body like I'd barely known before.

“You want it harder, don't you?”

Was he serious? Like he couldn't feel the raw ache pouring out of me in every gasp, every buck of my hips, every plea filling every molecule?

“Fuck me!” I grunted through my teeth, practically spitting like a lioness in heat. “Harder!”

“Nah, not yet. You've gotta make me believe you deserve it, babe. I oughta have a damned straitjacket on you to hold you down. I want you to fight for this. Remember it. I want you coming so hard on this cock you never, ever forget our first night together, even when we're both too old and senile to fuck like mad.”

“I will! How could I ever forget, Skin?” His cock sped up, slamming into me, and he pulled on my hair. “How?”