Never Kiss an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (54 page)

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.”

I smiled as she moaned, my fingers grabbing at her jeans and jerking them down. I never fucked around with the rules. Soon as I laid 'em out, they started
now.

“And if I don't?” Meg purred, teasing me with words, almost as good as her naked skin.

“Then you'll get punished. Spanked, tied up, and fucked so hard you won't be able to dress yourself anyway.”

I had to show her I meant business. Grabbing the waistband to her black lace panties, I tore them down her legs, and popped back up with my palm ready. I slapped her ass so hard she jerked forward, sputtering surprise and delight.

Fuck.
Finding out she had a pain slut streak almost caused my cock to blow on the spot.

“Oh, God. You're a bastard sometimes, Skin.” She turned toward me, one hand on her little ass, rubbing it seductively. “But I love you anyway.”

“Yeah, I love you too. Now, undress me so I can show you how a man fucks his old lady.”

We stepped into the bedroom and stopped near the bed. I watched as she went to work on me with trembling hands. Moonlight spilled through the flimsy old curtains, just enough to see her pupils blow up when I dropped my cut and helped her roll off my shirt.

Chicks always melted when they saw my chest. I flexed, feeling the power in all my ink, feeding the feral need to fuck her pussy, already dripping between her sweet legs.

“Hurry it up, woman, before my dick punches a hole through my pants. You wanna feel every inch of me inside you tonight, or what?”

She smiled nervously, dropped to her knees, and worked on my jeans. I unfastened my belt and shoved them down, fishing out my cock. Goddamn it felt like heaven just to give it some fresh air.

Better, maybe, because her hot little mouth was poised over it. I looked into her moonlit eyes with one command on my lips.

“Suck, baby. Suck me as hard as you want me to fuck you tonight.”

The girl didn't need to be asked twice. I watched Meg's beautiful glossy lips take my tip in her mouth and flick her tongue against it.

Little tease. I fisted her hair and pushed against her head, bringing her down, drawing me deeper into her perfect mouth.

“Fuck!” I growled. Her warmth surrounding me, taking me to another universe, one where there was nothing but my testosterone and her hot, ready holes.

Her tongue glided over me, circled the ridge underneath my cock, sucking up all my pre-come like a good girl. And I leaked it like a ruptured fucking line, my cock swelling a little more each time she pulled with her lips, doing things with her mouth no girl should've been able to do.

I hated the motherfuckers for what they'd done to her in that whorehouse. Had she sucked any of those sick bastards half as hard as she used her mouth on me?

Couldn't imagine it. Didn't want to. The only cock she'd ever obsess over again was already in her mouth, and damn if I wasn't hell-bent on keeping it that way.

“Look at me, baby,” I whispered, pulling gently on her hair 'til I saw her eyes. “Just keep sucking. Don't stop for anything.”

Her eyelids fluttered and she sank down on my dick, as far as she could go. The surprise heat and the moan rippling in her mouth around my cock almost caused me to come on the spot like a fucking school kid.

Shit!
I regained control and brushed her face more gently, encouraging her, giving her the absolute safety she needed, all I'd ever give her for the rest of her life.

“I love you, Meg, you know that? Love you when you've got your lips all over me. Love you when you're laughing, or spitting venom with that hot little tongue. I loved you from the first night I held you in my arms back at the clubhouse, feeling your heat, your pulse against me. You're my whore in this bedroom, babe, but you're gold in my heart. You're my old lady. I don't give a shit how fucked up it seems. It is, and that's all that matters.”

I expected her to stop, to freeze up, maybe to spill a few tears. But I knew I'd done well when I felt her lips tighten. Hot breath brushed over my cock as she inhaled my scent, drew me deeper, sucked me like her entire life depended on it.

“Ah, ah, fuck me alive!” My balls tightened after another minute of her furious sucking. I was ready to spill my passion straight into hers, but that shit wouldn't do when I needed to claim her tonight.

“Enough.” I pulled on her hair and drew her mouth off me.

“You don't want to come in my mouth, Skin? You taste
so good.
” She wiped her lips like a good girl, flashing me a pretty smile.

Tempting. Too bad I wanted to fuck her breathless just a little bit more.

“Hell yeah, I know I do. Don't play dumb with me, babe. You already know exactly what I want. I'm gonna see if you're wet enough to take every inch of me, and then I'm fucking that pussy 'til dawn.”

I watched her rosy nipples harden. Taking her hands, I jerked her up, walked her over to the wall between the bed and the window, and pushed her head down. I threw her hands against the wall and held them there, pressing my power on her.

“You don't move an inch unless I tell you to. I'll hold you up. You're not falling to the ground on my watch.”

I kissed down her back and sank to the floor. My lips went to work automatically, stamping hot kisses upward, starting at her knees. My tongue flicked her skin when I got to her thighs, feeling the heat growing every inch I climbed, stopping just short of the sopping wet sweetness in the middle.

“Hey, I don't know about this. I've never come standing up before. Not sure I can...”

I wanted to laugh in her face. The girl had a lot to learn about her own body. Couldn't wait to show her things she'd never dreamed of.

Her scent drove me wild. I brought my mouth up and pulsed hot breath across her pussy, forcing her to rock her hips.

“Please, Skin.” Meg begged me with words and with her body, and I growled my satisfaction. But I wasn't done with her yet. Not by half.

“No talk,” I warned her. “You can make noise, girl, but it'd better be the sexiest fucking nonsense I've ever heard, especially if you want this.”

I pushed my face in and dragged my tongue across her slit. She threw her head back, shaking and murmuring. Her thighs quaked in my hands, and I put my hands on them, shoving her closer to the wall and pinching her skin tight.

Her clit throbbed behind it all, but she'd be howling like a banshee before I got there. My lips circled back to her thighs, faster this time, before I returned to her pussy and brushed her with more quick, delicate strokes.

Piece by piece, she came apart. Her legs shook harder. She breathed fire.

Panting, moaning, pleading for me.

Exactly where I wanted her.

I didn't truly give her the tongue-work she wanted 'til she rubbed against the wall. The girl was looking for support, relief, anything to save her from the firestorm I'd started in her body, the staggering
need
to have me take total control of her pussy.