Never Kiss an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (56 page)

I know how sappy that sounds. But I was love-struck, opening my heart for the first time as a brand new woman. I never thought I'd meet such a deliciously handsome, warrior like him, a man who made me feel completely secure, whether I was on his bike or in his bed.

We stopped next to a small creek and sat on giant boulders to eat our lunch. Skin sucked down his beer and passed me a canteen of water, pulling me into his lap as he did.

His dark brown eyes captured me and drew me in. I couldn't resist his face. My fingers reached up and traced the scar going up his perfectly square jaw.

“How'd you get this?” I asked, wondering if I should bite my tongue as soon as the words were out.

“Knife fight in Sturgis, not long after I'd earned my bottom rocker.” He smiled. “Trust me, the motherfuckers had it coming. I scarred their asses ten times as bad as what they did to me. I got off lucky – a couple inches higher and they'd have taken out my eye.”

Frowning, I shook my head. “Don't you ever get tired of it? The constant danger and fighting, I mean?”

He laughed. Deep, rich baritone that seemed to shake the whole forest. His feral edge should've disturbed me, but truly, it didn't do anything but make my nipples tighten and my pussy tingle.

“Babe, this club's what I live for. It's the only life I've ever known, the only one that makes sense to me.”

“But you're a smart man,” I mused, running my fingers along his stubble. “You're like the club's accountant, aren't you? You could do so much more with your life.”

I tapped the small TREASURER tag underneath his name patch. Skin nodded.

“Yeah, the boys would be lost without me. Lucky for them, I know how to handle the IRS just like the shitheads who disrespect our colors. There's nowhere I'd rather be than behind my bike or drinking with my brothers.”

He paused, deep in thought, and then snorted. “Well, fuck, maybe I can add one more place to the list...”

“Yeah? Where's that?”

His hand ran through my hair, took my locks in a fist, and pulled them tight. “In you, babe. And I'm not just talking about that sweet pussy I'm about to fuck right here. I'm talking about having you with me on the open road, having you in my room, my cabin, my bed. Fuck. I gotta get you out of your parents' place the second we get back. I can't stand having you anywhere else. You
belong
with me, babe. Here's the proof.”

His hand flowed down my neck and stopped near my new tattoo. It was still a little sore, but I didn't care. I smiled, overwhelmed with new passion, and put my lips on his.

Skin never did anything half way. He kept his word, flipping me around on his lap. His hands worked my jeans and panties down, and he took me right there, sitting on the rocks, squeezing my breasts through my shirt while he fucked up into me.

The closest I'd ever come to something like this was my last night as the old Megan Wilder, skinny dipping with the girls and the dopey rich guys.

Now, I was being pinned down and fucked in front of the universe.

Skin grunted, his pleasure rising, pushing his lips against my throat. I moaned, trying to keep it quiet, and failing a few seconds later.

His free hand reached for my clit, found it, and applied his expert pressure as his thrusts quickened. Blood rushed to my head before it arced lower. The distant foaming creek became a roar in my ears, mixed with his curses, his growls, his commands.

“You better fucking squirt for me, woman. If I pull outta you and my balls aren't soaked, we're not going anywhere 'til you do. Come on, baby girl. I know you can do it. Scream with the birds and the bees out here when you come on my cock.”

Oh, God.
Like I could resist.

I wasn't sure what the hell he was talking about, I'd never done anything like that in my life.

My pussy burned like never before. My hips bobbed up and down on his. I started grunting too, so rough and shallow I barely recognized my own voice, the animal need throbbing through every limb.

“Skin – yes! Let's come together. I want to feel you burst so bad.”

His sharp breath mingled with a low laugh when he heard me whimper the last two words. His cock slowed while his fingers moved faster, and his teeth sank into my neck.

I felt like I had a rocket between my legs, or a dam about to burst. The harsh blood tearing through me became a torrent, something I couldn't hold back, no matter how hard I tried.

My knees started shaking. It didn't stop me from bucking as hard as I could, riding his cock, fucking him just like a whore for the first time in my miserable life.

I'd been forced to sell myself to those other men. I hadn't really enjoyed sex with anyone before Skin. I'd been too self-conscious, too focused on what they could do to me, or too scared, just wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible.

With the biker sinking his teeth into my neck, marking me, all of that faded. It died in the explosive urge to please him, to feel him fused to me in the height of my own pleasure.

I
had
to let go.

“Come the fuck on, Meg. Stop holding back. Your little pussy's gonna soak every damn inch of me when I fill you, right?'

I couldn't answer him at first. I was right on the verge – if only he'd give me something more, add his body pounding strokes to mine, spill his seed inside me.

His hand jerked my hair, pulling my ear to his lips. “I asked you a fucking question. Answer me, babe!”

“Yes,” I hissed, barely a whisper.

His cock sped up. Shit.

So. Fucking. Close.

“You feel that fire building between your legs?” He growled. “You're gonna give it all to me. I'm gonna walk you through the damned mountains dripping me when we're done. You're my old lady, my girl forever, and you're coming for me anytime I ask. Got it?”

“Yes!”

“Fuck yeah, you do.”

Yeah, I did.

His hold on my body tightened. His cock sped up, hammering into me with the full force of his hips, all the masculine strength he had focused around my clit.

The tension building around my womb went off like dynamite, ripping me in two.

I shuddered, I screamed, I think I blacked out for a few insane seconds in the throbbing inferno consuming me.

My pussy completely lost control, and I could feel myself gushing all over him, adding my wetness to his as he stroked deep, buried himself with a roar, and erupted.

Skin never stopped fucking me through our blinding climax. His cock thrust in and out while he buried his seed, adding more heat than I could handle, making me come so hard my fucking heart stopped.

With other men, there was fucking. Then there was
this,
whatever it was.

No filthy word seemed fit to do justice to the wild cascade he'd ignited in my body, burning me down.

I gasped, desperate to refill my starving lungs, when I finally came down from the frenzy. Skin held me tight and stroked my hair. He hadn't gone soft. He held his cock inside me, enjoying my warmth, our heartbeats dancing as one.

“You believe in destiny, babe?”

Jesus. He asked me a question that deep when my head was still buzzing from the sex? I laughed and shook my head.

“Don't think so. I'm a free will kinda girl, or that's what I remember from the philosophy course I took freshman year.”

“Too bad. Stick with me, and I'll make a believer outta you. I knew we were meant to be from the second I gave you my ring.” Skin grinned, but his eyes were deadly serious.

They poured a little more crazed, masculine energy into me every time I looked at him.

I grabbed his fingers, feeling the precious hand-me-down I'd kept while I waited for my rescue. It was so warm, holding a little of his heat. I missed having it on my hand.

“I know you like that shit,” he growled, stopping to kiss the fresh hickeys he'd left on my neck. “Hang on just a little longer. You think my ring felt good on you before, I'll have to give you CPR to make sure you don't die on me when I give you a pretty new one.”

My body jolted. Was he talking about marriage?

It didn't surprise me. This old lady branding thing felt like I'd taken on something deeper than a proposal, crazier than ordinary wedding vows.

I'd told him I was ready, and I meant it. My whole body jerked, mad excitement rushing through me. We kissed again, and my hips started to move, stroking up and down on the hardness still in me.

I didn't believe in destiny. Not yet. I could back out if I wanted to, I didn't have to be an outlaw's bride.

But by the time I began moaning and clenching on his length all over again, I couldn't imagine anything else.

* * * *

I
couldn't wear him down. My legs burned like fire by the time we were heading back to his cabin that evening, and not just from all the hiking.

The man brought a whole new meaning to
insatiable.

He'd fucked me two more times out in the forest clearing, and he was already giving me that look like he wanted me naked as soon as we got home. I should've been drained, but my traitorous pussy tingled anyway, horny for more of what he'd left inside me.

God.
At this rate, he'd knock me up whether I was on birth control or not.

Everything was moving too fast, and he was in the lead. He took my hand whenever I slowed down, pulled me forward, helping me through the woods just like he'd drawn me through life.

“Think I'll fuck you on the porch tonight,” he said, squeezing my fingers. “We're damned lucky we've got another clear night. You saw those stars last night, didn't you?”

“Yup. Better make the most of it. It's our last night here for a little while.”

The nervousness building in the back of my brain started to seep out. I worried about how I'd go out with him again, much less get moved in.

My parents would want me dragged off to therapy with a  court order if I told them I'd decided to hitch up with some man I'd only met weeks ago. And if Daddy didn't keep the pressure on Detective Harlow, he might come looking for more evidence about the dead men.

If he found out about Skin, he'd have
a lot
to dig through, too. I couldn't let it happen.

“Babe, what's wrong?” My man stopped, pulled me close, scanning my eyes with his.

I couldn't hide anything. “I'm worried,” I said.

“Tell me what's behind it, and I'll make it right.”

It sounded so easy, and I wanted to believe him. I smiled, wiggled my fingers in his, and looked past him at the wild fall colors lighting up the trees.

“It's not that simple. I don't know what I'm going to tell my parents, Skin. They're expecting me to come home and shove off to this place in Georgia for a few weeks so I can get some help. Mentally, I mean.”

“Bullshit. I'll talk to your old man, face to face. Call him up right now.”

I laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. But the biker reached into my bag, found my phone, and jerked it out, pushing it into my hand.

“Tell him the truth. Tell him about us. You're welcome to see a shrink on the side, Meg, I ain't gonna stop you. But when I look into your eyes, I don't see a broken, beat down woman. I was afraid that's what you'd be, even after I blew the pimp's fucking brains out, but I was wrong. You're stronger than that. You've got everything you need to get your life back on track right here.”

He thumped his chest, then narrowed his eyes, giving me that killer look he'd used all through the rescue. “Call him. Tell him.”

“This is crazy!” My eyes were about to pop out of my head. “Skin, come on, can't we figure something else out?”

“No.”

One word, like thunder in his voice. Amazing how he could melt everything else inside me as easily as he melted my panties. I couldn't think of a good argument against his idea either, however insane it seemed.

I wasn't going to tell him about the detective unless I needed to. He'd saved my life and I'd given him and his club a second chance. I meant to keep on giving it too, even if I had to handle everything on that end myself.

I had a lot to learn about this lifestyle I'd taken on, but I knew my old man deserved better than having more problems dumped in his lap. Daddy had the pull to put this to rest once and for all.

Maybe Skin was right. I'd lied to my parents enough. Hell, my father
knew
I'd done as much.

Muddying the truth wasn't going to bring us closer.

With a heavy sigh, I tapped my dad's cell on my screen and held it up to my ear.

“Jesus, Megan! Where the hell have you been? I was about to call the police.”

“What?” My heart went into overdrive. “Why?”

“Had a little chat with Becky this morning to see how she's getting along with the car business. She told me she'd seen you leave a few hours ago, but I know a girl who's tongue tied. It took her three times to get her story straight!”

Shit.
I almost died on the spot between Dad's angry disappointment growling in my ear, and Skin's stern eyes fixed on me, turning me to stone.

“I'm sorry I lied to you.” Bitterness crept into my voice. The truth always stung, but it was the only thing that could save me now.

“My God, honey. You don't know the damage you've done.” He let out a long sigh. “Where are you, then? Are you on drugs? Did the man who took you away get you hooked?”

“No, Daddy, no.” I cringed, turning away from Skin. “Nothing like that.”

“I don't understand. You'd better start talking.”

“There's someone else. I've met a man. He helped me get away from the whorehouse alive, and I think I'm falling for him.”

My ears buzzed as I waited through the long, awkward pause.

“Now, honey, you listen to me. Very carefully. I know you mean well and I'm sure you believe this man is on your side. But you're in no condition to see
anyone
until you get your head straight. Come home. We'll sort all this out, and maybe someday you can visit this...
gentleman
after you're healed.”

Gentleman
was the last thing Daddy believed about my love. And he wasn't completely wrong. But the contempt in his voice hurt.