Never Kiss an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (57 page)

I definitely couldn't go back. He'd drag me off to the clinic kicking and screaming, anything to spare the family more embarrassment.

“I can't do that yet,” I said softly. “I'm telling you the truth, but I think we both need time to process. You don't understand, Daddy. I wish you did. I'm happy when I'm with Skin. I'm me again.”

Crap.
I let his name slip before I could catch myself. If only I'd used Parker, something normal, maybe I wouldn't have had another pause twice as long, before he exploded.

“Skin? Skin!? Jesus Christ, Megan, you've got to be kidding me. Where's the punchline? What kind of disgusting low life are you spending your time with? What kind of drugs is he giving you to tear you away from your own family, your mother and father who love and support you?”

“I told you, I'm not on any fucking drugs!” I broke, hot tears falling down my face.

How could he think I was lying now? Sure, I'd done it once or twice, but now I was telling him the stark, cold truth. I'd tell him everything else, even if he disowned me and cut me out of the family fortune, if only he'd shut up and listen for a change.

“I'm only going to say it one more time, honey.” Rage sizzled in Dad's voice. “Come home. Let us get you some help. Forget all about this Skin, and everything that happened to you before. I've turned away reports and gotten the cops off your back for more than a week, and you'd better hope to high heaven
they
never find out about these lies. You owe us, Megan. ”

My heart stopped cold, along with my tears. Hot anger hissed through my blood, slowing the heartbreak, an indignation I hadn't felt since watching the pimp die on Skin's phone.

“I don't owe you anything, Daddy. Don't call me again. I'll call you.” I killed the connection and angrily stuffed it into my purse.

Skin's strong arms curled around me before I could take another breath. “You okay, babe? Heard it didn't go so well.”

“It's going to take time.” I rubbed his arm, clutched it desperately. I couldn't fit in with my own family anymore, but I could as his woman, his old lady. “I don't care what he says anymore, Skin. Everything I need today is right here.”

“You're damned right. Now, dry those eyes and kiss me again.”

His lips took away the pain, just like they always did.

I had to be patient. I had to keep my wits.

We'd survived so much in such a short time, and this was just one more fiery hoop to climb through. But we'd do it, together, no matter how hot it burned.

I hadn't met anything that would keep me away from this man, and God willing, I never would.

* * * *

T
he night passed like a dream. Skin kept me on his lap around the fire pit outside his cabin. We slow roasted steaks we'd picked up in town, shared a couple beers, and just enjoyed each other's warmth underneath the sprawling starlight.

It was a simple, but filling dinner with a complicated man I knew I'd remember for the rest of my life.

His hands were all over me before the moon peaked in the sky. I knew he was serious about the porch thing when he dragged a thick blanket outside. He wrapped it around us near the fire when my clothes came off.

Skin's mouth moved across my body, slowly at first, taking my heat from a glowing spark to a scalding roar. His muscles covered me, bare, inked, and beautiful.

Please fuck me, Skin. Please. Please!

Begging wasn't even a question when his mouth sucked my hard nipples, and he lodged his cock between my folds, holding it against my wetness, teasing me until I thrashed against him.

I needed him inside me. No matter how many times he gave it to me, it would never be enough.

Every tease, every kiss, every lick reminded me who owned me now. As the fire inside me crackled hotter than the blaze in the pit next to us, hotter than the bright white stars above us, I never wanted him to stop.

Never.

I just wanted to fuck him. So badly. Tonight, tomorrow, and forever.

We rolled together, wrestling in the blanket. His cock brushed my clit, forcing my arms and legs around him. My nails raked down the stripes tattooed on his back, digging into his power, pleading for what I needed most.

Just before he pushed inside me with a savage grunt, he looked me in the eyes like a wolf on the hunt. “I fucking love you, babe. Whatever ends up happening, however rough it gets, just remember that. I'll love you, keep you, and fuck you like you're mine 'til the day I die.”

“Skin...”

He covered my mouth with his, suffocating me in another steamy kiss as his cock plunged into me.

We fucked long and hard. I lost track of how many times I came while he moved like a piston, growling into my mouth, thrashing his tongue against mine to match the energy in his hips.

“Wrap your legs tight, woman. I'm gonna flood you again, and I don't want you to lose a damned drop.”

Yes, sir.
I did exactly what he asked. He fucked me so hard the wooden porch creaked underneath us. He fucked me like the animal he was, the beast I'd fallen in love with.

I'd fallen so hard, too.

So hard it hurt. So hard it pleased. So hard it let me know that he meant every single word he'd said today, everything he'd had stamped on my skin, everything about being his forever.

I came like a madwoman. His hands clasped my ass with a snarl, pulling me deeper onto his cock, roaring as he came inside me.

I'd say it was too much, but then, it always was.

This outlaw's pleasure was a crime itself, so forbidden it only made me come harder on his length while he pumped his seed inside me. I cried out again and again as he fucked me straight through it, the fire in my belly becoming lava again.

When he finally pulled out, the sweet relief lasted all of about five minutes before he started stroking my pussy again, holding his come inside me.

I shifted, climbed over him, drew him into my mouth. His taste, his scent, his strength enveloped me on the longest night of my life, but also the best.

We kissed, sucked, and fucked ourselves hoarse for what seemed like hours. I wasn't sure when my body finally collapsed into sleep. But when I woke up the next morning tangled with him, eyeing the fog drifting over the lake and blanketing the colorful mountains, I knew I'd found paradise.

There wasn't any question. If I'd been crazy to do this old lady thing without really knowing what I was getting myself into, then it was the very best way a woman could lose her mind.

* * * *

I
started coffee back inside the cabin. Skin lingered for a little while, cleaning up, told me he'd be inside in a little bit to help with the food.

Humming to myself, I watched the sweet black stuff brew in the pot. I hurt like hell, and I smiled, knowing I'd be feeling last night all day. The bathroom mirror showed several new deep purple marks around my throat.

I'd thought the branding ended back at the clubhouse, and of course, I was wrong. Part of me wanted to punch him. The rest of me adored it, secretly loved having a man who wanted to mark me up.

Thank God for winter, right around the bend. I'd be stocking up on turtlenecks for all the long, cold nights we'd undoubtedly have together.

I was fishing eggs and bacon out of the fridge when the screen door slammed open. Skin stepped into the kitchen with his eyes dark and serious.

“Get your shit together and throw the food back, babe. We have to go. Now.”

Fear shot through my heart. “What's wrong? What happened?”

“Club's in trouble. Firefly took a bullet in the shoulder less than a block away from the clubhouse. The guys have been patrolling all morning and it looks like the area's secure. This shit's a message from the Deads. I've got to get you the fuck outta here.”

For a second, I froze, cold blood running through me. “What do they want? Are they finally back to fight over the dead men?”

“Don't know, that's for us to figure out. My only worry's keeping you safe 'til I get you somewhere secure. I'd prefer that be the clubhouse, but if you wanna swallow the poison yesterday and go back to your family for this, I'll understand.”

“No way.” I shook my head. “There's nowhere I'd rather be than with you. I know you'll keep me safe, Skin. You always have.”

“Good.” He looked at the stuff behind me on the counter. “Let's hurry the hell up. We've got a long run back, and then you're going in the vault. Safest room in the clubhouse. Nobody breaches that shit without a nuclear warhead.”

“Whatever it takes, Skin. I'm yours.” I said the last word in a hurry, right before I desperately began throwing food into the refrigerator and dumping the coffee.

A spatter caught my skin as I watched the hot, black liquid hiss down the sink. It should've burned, but it was the only thing keeping me from turning into solid ice.

S
he clung tighter to me than usual on my bike. I wished like hell I could grab her little arms and hold 'em even closer, whatever it took to wipe away the fear and remind her that I'd never let her hurt again.

Easier said than done now that we had a dragon breathing down our necks, but damn if I wasn't gonna try. We'd just gotten outside Knoxville on the isolated highway, about ten minutes from the clubhouse, when I heard the convoy.

They came up fast, taking the mountain curves like raging chariots.

“Skin!” Meg screamed my name as they surrounded us.

Four bikes. Two trucks. More than half a dozen bastards, all wearing Deadhands' patches on their cuts, and those mean motherfuckers meant business.

“Hold on as tight as you can, baby.” I wouldn't let the worry creep into my voice and spook her more.

Just throttled my bike as hard as it would go, taking the next curve around the mountain so fast it felt like we were on a fucking rocket. She leaned into me. I could feel the poor girl's breath catching in her throat, the terror running through her blood.

Bastards.
I'd find a way to make them all pay for scaring her like this. They'd give me their miserable, fucked up lives, and then some.

I took the first side road where it was too narrow for them to surround us, blazing toward the trees. I had to get ahead. We had to run.

It was our only hope. There were too many of them to outrun on the long stretches of open road, and we were too far away from HQ to risk it.

My eyes focused on a little stretch of road near a cliff overlooking the forest, an old scenic overlook next to a crumbling stone wall and battered stairway. It had just enough space to roar into it and jump the hell off.

“Babe, as soon as this bike stops, you run,” I growled back at her, preparing to slam on the brakes. “Forget about your helmet, forget about the shit on the bike, just go!”

Ten seconds later, the bike screeched to a stop on the cracked pavement, nearly running off the damned cliff. I threw myself off it and grabbed her hand. She raced with me into the brush, struggling to navigate the steep cliff.

This part of the mountains was rugged as all hell. I'd been here a few times before. The boulders were our saving grace, and we headed for the first large crop we saw. I shoved her against the rocks and then pressed her to the ground, hiding her under me for extra safety and support. I also needed to muffle everything coming out of her mouth.

If she broke and whimpered while they were combing the area, we'd be dead for sure.

The Deads weren't giving up just because we'd quit the road chase. Shit, I could hear them now, swearing and trundling down the same overgrown path we'd taken, crashing through the trees, fanning out to search.

It wouldn't take them long. I had to delay. I had to put in a call to the boys, get them the fuck out here, or at least let them know that we were about to be whipped.

I ripped out my phone in one hand, and my nine millimeter in the other. I let my shit dial while I peered up over the rocks, looking for our pursuers. Hellfire tingled in my fingers, the need to put bullets through their skulls, even though we were past outnumbered.

“Skin? Where the fuck are you, boy?” Joker answered in his usual sharp, dead voice.

“We're in trouble, Veep,” I growled in a hoarse whisper, feeling Meg tremble. “Deads here, a whole lot of 'em, just off the old stonewall overlook. I gotta go.”

“Fuck. I'm on it.”

The line went dead. We'd said everything we needed to, and the guys would be on their way soon, minus poor Firefly, who'd taken a shot I hadn't even seen yet.

One man down. Not good when the Deads came in force, and there might be more on the way, ready to hit the clubhouse while they came after my ass.

Another murmur. Some bastard coughed, and my trigger finger tensed. I saw his shadow climbing through the torn brush just past our rocky hiding place.

The rules of war were off. I had to shoot first. These assholes weren't going to show us any mercy, and the only hope we had was delaying them with a couple spilled brains, before it was our blood spattered all over the cool Smoky Mountain soil.

“Stay down, babe,” I said in the softest voice I had.

One more second, and the Dead would be in my sights. I raised my gun, ready to watch his brains shoot out his skull.

I never got the chance to pull the trigger. Cold metal pressed into my spine.

“Don't.”

I spun, planting my gun in another motherfucker's chest. I knew I was fucked when I heard the man I'd been aiming at, coming through the brush. Now, he had his gun trained on my head. I didn't even need to turn to see it.

“What the fuck? You're her only bodyguard? You got any idea how much this bitch is worth?” A big man in a Deadhands cut with a bald head and a satanic goatee smiled.

Fuck.
Of course. The cold realization they were after Meg hit so hard I had to struggle not to shoot the asshole right through the heart and feel a hail of bullets slice me in two.

“You're not taking her,” I growled. “You bastards are making a big mistake, showing your ugly faces in our territory.”

Baldie tipped his head back and laughed. I glanced at the patches on his front, and saw V. PRESIDENT, then the bastard's name, BIG VIC.