Never Love an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (44 page)

I couldn't take it anymore. I smashed my lips straight into his hand and grunted, pushing warm air through my teeth.

He threw the switch. Feeling me tighten up and convulse on his cock turned him into the fuck machine he'd promised. Brass filled my pussy again and again, quicker, shallower strokes, kindling a wicked fire beneath my waist.

I let go, falling so fast and hard I could feel my brain coming out my ears. My hips smashed desperately at his, bucking and writhing, begging for his climax. Brass joined me halfway through the fire licking its way up my whole body, drowning me in its glorious wave.

He grunted, threw his hips forward, and held them there, cock pressed snug against my womb. I felt him swell, even through the condom, and then the heat in his skin became an inferno. His head snapped back and he clenched his teeth, snorting, struggling not to growl or curse so loud it shook the whole building.

If the sex wasn't so amazing, it would've been a total pain holding in our pleasure. Instead, sheer ecstasy muted us, shuddering through our bodies harder in spastic waves, locked together as his cock jerked deep inside me.

He spilled everything. I saw my sweet surrender mirrored in him, the venom leaving his body as he lost his come in the condom, deep inside my pussy.

It felt like we were locked together for an hour before he finally pulled out. His hand shook as he held the condom to his skin, a satisfied growl leaving his lips.

“Fuck, babe. That was the hottest fuck I've had since –“

He stopped talking and my ears perked up. The only thing that could've ruined the bliss was the creak I heard deep in the apartment.

Jackie!

“Come on!” He grabbed me by the wrist and lifted me up, running for the bathroom as he grabbed half our clothes.

Shit. The door clapped shut. I had my back pressed to the wood, trying not to look too hard at his gorgeous, naked body in front of me. Jackie's soft footsteps moved past us and then stopped when she got into the living room.

I didn't see my bra, or the oversized shirt I'd been wearing...Brass' cut was still somewhere on the floor too.

If my sister saw that mess of clothes out there, we couldn't hide it. She'd have no doubt about the dirty, dirty deed that went down on the floor just a few minutes ago, the wild animal lay I hadn't fully processed myself.

“Brass!” I whispered, hoarse and scared. Panic shot through my eyes.

“It's okay, babe.” He gave me a serious look, sliding on his jeans, shirtless and shining with sweat and dark ink. “Let me handle this shit.”

I stood there like an idiot as he flung open the door and stepped out. I grabbed the handle, wanting to scream after him, but he strode out as confidently as if he'd just showered.

Watching through the crack in the door, I saw Jackie jump, and turn to face the huge biker standing a couple feet away. Her mouth fell open, and so did mine.

“What'll it be today, darling?” Brass said, his arms folded. “Pancakes, or French toast?”

Jackie looked like she was about to blow up in tears. Oh, God. My heart tightened up and I clutched at my chest with one hand. My nipples were still soft and full from fucking him.

Damn!
Why couldn't we have had one more second to grab the rest of our clothes so I wouldn't have to run out there buck naked? And wouldn't doing that make things
worse?

My legs felt like they were stuck in concrete. Then the silence broke. Jackie opened her mouth and doubled over. Next thing I knew, she was laughing.

High, shrill, girlish giggles I hadn't heard since sometime before dad got really bad. Brass caught her before she fell onto our crumpled clothes, holding her hand and helping her into the recliner. While he was down there, he scooped up the rest of our things, giving her a minute before he stood back up.

“What's so damned funny?”

Jackie took one look at him and burst into laughter all over again. “It's...nothing. You're cool, is all. I think I want the toast.”

“Coming right up, soon as I help your sis get dressed.” He smiled and padded past her, returning to me.

Jackie spun the chair around to face us. I was still looking at the sassy red sheen on her face before Brass stepped inside and slammed the door behind us, but not before she caught my eyes. I jerked my head away, blushing like I hadn't blushed since...crap, since I was probably her age.

“What...what the hell was that?” I asked, shaking my head.

“A wink and a nod. Don't ask, don't tell. Owning the shit that just happened between you and me without sitting your little sis down on the couch and talking about the birds and the bees. Me and my own sis did this kinda shit when we had dates in the house under Ma's nose. Well, me way more than her...if she'd fucked more guys, maybe she wouldn't have ended up with that Prairie Pussy, Blaze...”

He stepped past me, kicking off his jeans, and reached for the shower handle. I was too stunned to ask what the hell he was talking about with his own family business.

“That's crazy!” I gasped. “She's fourteen, Brass. She knows what we were doing...”

“Exactly.” He turned to me and winked. “And she didn't seem real upset by it neither, did she? Best way to deal with it is being open and honest. She doesn't need any dark and dirty details. We'll keep that between us, babe.”

He reached behind my back and pulled me in, one hand moving to my ass. Before I could even curse, he had the panties off I'd just thrown on, pushing me against his chest.

I'd never seen his eyes so bright and mischievous. If it wasn't for the fact Jackie almost stumbled in on us fucking, I would've loved it.

My hands beat his grizzly bear tattoos and I tried to wriggle away. Brass laughed, pulling me closer, pressing his lips to mine.

The shower hissed and filled the bathroom with steam while we kissed. One fast, furious taste and I knew I was in too deep...all the horror and disgust in the world couldn't have stopped my pussy from tingling as he worked his tongue against mine.

Holy shit. So much for shame.

“What are you doing?” I shook my head, breaking the kiss. I shouldn't have bothered asking, because one more squeeze of my ass told me.

“What does it look like? Cleaning up and fucking your brains out before we eat breakfast,” Brass said, bringing one hand to my breast, tweaking my bright pink nipple.

I shuddered. My body was completely shameless, and it was quickly overpowering my head.

Oh, shit! This can't be seriously happening, can it?

He looked down at my panties wadded up near my feet.

“I'll stuff those in your mouth if you're worried about sis hearing more than she needs to over the shower, but it's plenty loud with this shit going. Come on.”

He brushed the curtain aside and stepped in, pulling me with him. His hands worked fast, picking up where they'd left off, plumping one breast while the other slid between my thighs. He found my clit and worked his fingers, tender trending rough, strokes so filled with need I couldn't have dreamed about saying no.

“Just so you know, this is the last time we're fucking all secret squirrel, babe. Next time, I'm gonna drag your pretty ass somewhere we can fuck good and proper. I wanna hear everything that comes outta your mouth when you come on my cock.”

I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing would come out. I barely stopped the moan building in my throat in time, knees shaking, folding my palms tight against the wall. It felt so good having his fingers moving through my folds, swirling against my clit, all while the steady hum of hot water beat against our backs.

My head started to roll back and forth, struggling to hold it all in. Brass slowed the circles around my clit, holding me in suspense. Bastard tease!

Just as I tried to turn, he grabbed my wrists and held me tight, throwing my palms back to the wall.

“Don't. That was just a warm up. No fucking way are you coming on my hands and mouth twice in one morning, Missy. This dick's not halfway done with its workout.”

I heard something crinkle up and fall to the floor. He'd snuck a condom out of his pants sometime when I was lost in pure bliss on his fingers. Heat bloomed in my womb and shot up my spine when he rubbed against my ass, hard and sheathed, ready to fuck like never before.

His hand slipped away and found its way over my mouth. I could smell my own scent on him, a wetness against my lips thicker than water.

“Bite this shit when you need to. Taste your cream on my fingers. It's hot as fuck that I did this to you, babe, and now I'm gonna do a whole lot more.”

He pushed inside me, and my knees went full jackhammer. His cock slid up more easily this time, probably because I'd never been so wet in my entire life. I sucked my bottom lip and chewed, resisting the urge to bite his hand like he'd invited me to.

I'd need to save that for later. But not much longer – when he started to thrust, I knew I wasn't going to last long.

Fresh lava swelled inside my head, bathing me in creeping pleasure, like someone kindled a fire near my brain stem. My ass lifted up and fell against him, rocking to meet his thrusts, following his lead as he picked up speed.

My lips formed an O against his skin. Brass pounded deeper, harder, faster. My back arched and the firestorm in my belly pinched everything tighter, a vortex that wouldn't let go until every muscle in my body turned to stone.

His hand clamped over my mouth a second before I screamed, pushing it back inside me. The suffocating fire ripping through me made me lose my mind. I couldn't think about the pain or serving the club or what Jackie would think anymore.

All I could think about was how fucking good his dick felt buried in me, swelling as he let go and joined me in ecstasy.

“Fuck! Fuck! Don't. Fucking. Stop.” His last words gurgled out before he let go, filling the condom deep inside me, making shallower strokes with his throbbing cock, losing his load.

He fucked right through my pleasure. His balls pulsed against my pussy, hurling seed, stretching our pleasure to its rabid breaking point.

I sweated, clawed, and rasped into his hand all through my climax.

When it finally let up, I slumped down, wriggling my ass against him to milk the last energy out of him. His big chest rose and fell in waves. He cursed as he pulled out, drawing off the condom and shoving aside the shower curtain to toss it toward the waste bin.

I heard it hit the trash next to the toilet. Perfect shot.

“Fuck, baby girl. I'm never gonna get tired of this. I wanna keep fucking you 'til I can't even think. You understand?” He held one hand around my waist and slowly turned me around.

My lips trembled. “Yeah. I think I do.”

“Think? Shit, that means I've still got work to do. By the end of the week, I promise I'm gonna find some way to get us both outta this shit for good. I'm done letting anything come between me and this pussy.”

I cocked my head, stepping into his warm embrace, listening to the steady slap of the water on our skin. The steamy cloud filling the bathroom was like a second embrace layered over us, a welcome dreamy haze in the post-orgasmic bliss.

“You really think your club's going to trust us? Let me off the hook that fast?”

His face darkened. He leaned in, resting his forehead against mine.

“No.” Brass paused, as if he was mulling his words. “I've been wrong about most of my brothers for so long. Everybody except Rabid, Blackjack, maybe a couple other guys...they're all fucked. Fucked up and sick. And it's only gonna get worse.”

I shook my head, trying to understand. What was he saying?

“Babe, I'm gonna take you somewhere far away. You and Jackie both. Somewhere you can be safe and live your lives without worrying about a buncha assholes pushing the knife into your throats.”

I shuddered. The crude imagery wasn't just an exaggeration. Then I thought about his words, reading between the lines. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it laid out in front of me.

Holy shit.

“You mean you're going to –“

“Leave? Yeah. If that's what it takes to protect you, so be it. We'll head north, all the way through Oregon and Washington. Maybe find some place way up near Canada where nobody's gotta worry about MCs or cartels tearing each other to bloody pieces.”

“Brass...” My voice hitched. I started to slide down, but he caught me, laying my cheek on his chest.

“Shhh,” he whispered, running his fingers softly through my wet hair. “All we gotta do's go through the motions 'til I figure shit out. One week. That's all it's gonna take to get shit in order and go. I just need to work the logistics and tell a couple guys I can trust what's up. I can't come right away, though. Got some unfinished business with the club, and if I take off permanently, I'd like to leave on good terms.”

“Won't they make things worse for all of us when they find out what you're planning?”

“I don't give a shit,” he growled. “You're my old lady and I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. If nobody understands that – if I don't have a single fucking brother sticking up for me – then I'll know everything my club represents is a goddamned sham.”

He turned, holding my hand, twisting the shower faucet until the steady warm rain stopped. I pulled away, folding my arms over my breasts in the steam, wiping my eyes.

His arm swept the shower curtain aside. He looked at our clothes strewn over the floor, his gaze zeroing in on his cut. I watched his magnificent hard ass as he stepped out, pulling his cut off the ground and letting it fall open in his hands.

“I gave my life and cost some other people theirs trying to do right by this patch.” A sad tone darkened his voice. “Maybe one day, I'll be able to. Maybe after the cartel's done thinning out the trash. But not while this club's controlled by a buncha greedy fucking maniacs who think it's okay to kill, rape, and burn the whole world for no good reason.”

The leather vest dropped and hit the floor. He turned toward me, naked in the steam, eyes shining brighter than I'd ever seen them.

“Don't worry. I'm not going back on anything I said while I was wearing these colors, proud and stupid. I'm still a full patch member in the Grizzlies MC. I vote, I fight for the honest brothers, and everything I've said and done since wearing this patch belongs to me.” He stepped forward, helping me over the tub's edge to the tile floor. “You're my old lady, babe, come heaven or hell. I don't need any fucking club behind me to back that up. Long as you're willing to have me, I'm gonna have you...every way that's beautiful and dirty and fucking sweet. You and me, Missy. Just us against the whole fucking world, if that's the way it's gotta be.”