Never Have an Outlaw's Baby: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (4 page)

When the fuck had this place added the chick with the ivory skin and the pert, plump ass rolling out her jeans? Old Robby took on too much help, one more fuck up driving him into the ground.

The new girl working the grill had her back turned toward me. She worked alone. Long, smooth, dark hair rolled down her shoulders in waves.

Spitting image of little Summer, if she'd plumped up and filled out the way a woman oughta, pushing into her twenties.

Then she turned around and I nearly dropped the fuckin' bottle. Familiar green eyes hit me harder than the whiskey soaking my system.

Shit, fuck, and damn.

Her eyes lit up, went wide, and a soft smile tugged at her lips. Same lips I'd kissed like no tomorrow, imagining how good they'd feel wrapped around my cock.

Fuck.

Fucking hell and a half.

If the urge to pick up where we'd left off that starry night didn't blow my brains out, the need to get her sweet ass naked might do it first.

“Hey,” she said, her voice as soft and pure as ever.

Clenching my bottle hard, I kept my cool. All I could do not to drop it when I started to think about slapping, grinding, and bouncing that ass off my balls.

“Didn't know you were working tonight,” I said, shaking off my stupor and slamming more whiskey down my throat.

She raised an eyebrow. “Didn't know you were coming into my kitchen to stand around and drink.”

Fuck, that mouth. My eyes went straight to her lips, and then trailed lower.

She quickly turned over a few burgers before throwing her spatula down, walking over, sizing me up.

Yeah, no mistake. The girl had filled out
real
fuckin' nice the last few years. I hadn't realized how nice 'til I saw her up close, marveling how her baby fat turned into curves.

Curves I wanted to grab, slap, and shake underneath me. My cock pulsed like a charge about to blow.

“Thought you might show up to see us off. Your granddad's been here every day all week, ever since he heard about it from my uncle.”

“Yeah, well, shit changes,” I said, feeling the sweet burn of whiskey roiling my guts, radiating to my greedy fuckin' middle. My dick strained in my pants. “Sorry to hear this place is closing. Helluva blow for this town. Shit, a man'll have to go twenty, thirty miles outside town if he wants a drink.”

“I know. Uncle Robby can't hack it anymore. The hours are too long, and expenses just keep rising. He'll be lucky to shore himself up in retirement at this rate. I was going to take over the bar, do the drinks, originally, but...you know.” She shrugged, her shoulders rolling soft and sad as her voice.

Yeah, I knew.

Pitch black depressing shit had become the norm in Seddon. This place was a goddamned black hole, and it wasn't getting any brighter as the years rolled on.

Twisted my guts up in knots, but there wasn't shit I could do about it.

Not yet, anyway. Someday, that was gonna change. Saving this place wasn't in my reach, but the club's? Maybe.

“How many more sandwiches you got to finish up?” I asked her, nodding at the grill.

“Just a couple, the works for all the regulars who asked. Everybody else is too busy out there drinking and dancing to throw in an order. Tina's closing up the kitchen early tonight so we can party.”

“Make one more,” I said, my stomach growling.

I needed a snack to distract myself from the greater hunger nipping at my balls. Last thing I'd wanted tonight was getting myself into trouble with this woman, and the urge was growing every fuckin' second I looked at her, all her young beauty raising my cock like a flagpole.

Hard to believe nobody had taken that cherry yet, if she hadn't fucked around on the side.

Surely, she had. No fuckin' way she was a virgin – but the slim possibility she might be kicked me in the dick so hard I wanted to slam her against the wall, shove my lips on hers, and find out.

“Excuse me?” she said, folding her arms. “You know, wearing that patch doesn't excuse good manners.”

“Another burger,” I growled. “Please. I'd like a bite. Nobody makes that shit like you and Tina. Having a taste of something good will give me one more memory to chew on before this place goes belly up.”

“Oh, all right. On the house. Lord knows you and your family have helped us over the years.” Satisfied, her lips quirked and she turned around, walking back to the grill.

I watched her ass bobbing the entire time.

* * *

I
ate
my burger at the usual spot, watching Piece make a fool of himself. He was practically fucking the blonde bitch out on the dance floor now, hugging her ass with his hands, dragging her into him so he could grind.

They'd be taking off any second for somewhere more private. Wrinkling my nose, I tossed my crumpled up napkin on the last few crumbs of my food, pissed that it hadn't done anything to fix my real hunger.

I hadn't seen Summer since I'd left the kitchen. My eyes scanned the crowd, piercing through the drunks. Found her by the back register, talking to Tina.

Didn't look like the girl was having much fun, and that was a damned shame. Even bigger shame I wasn't making it happen for her.

I stood up, ignoring the last couple shots in my bottle, ready to sober up.

Tina and her both saw me coming. The older woman backed out of the way, giving me a suspicious look.

“Joker! Why aren't you out on the dance floor like your brother?”

“Ain't found a woman worth dancing with tonight,” I told her, eye-fucking Summer the whole time.

She held my gaze a lot better than the last time we'd met. The shy little girl was gone, the one who'd drop her eyes to the floor the second she felt mine crawling all over her.

Tina wasn't an idiot. She realized what was happening real quick. Caught her smiling outta the corner of my eye. Pinching my shoulder, she gave me a quick shake, and then mumbled a few words before taking off.

“Be nice to her, jackass. She's had a rough couple years. I know all about that night you dropped her at her mama's place, too,” Tina said, leaning up and whispering into my ear. “Don't leave her hanging again. I'm coming after you myself if I find out you've hurt her. She ain't another floozie to dine and dash, you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah, loud and clear,” I said, pushing past the barkeep as she walked off.

Just me and Summertime now. Alone.

Just the way I wanted it.

“It's a beautiful night,” I said, reaching for her hand. “Been a few years since you've rode on a bike, I bet. Let's go for a ride.”

“Oh, you really think so, huh?” she asked, flicking back her hair. “Actually, I've kinda gone on a few more rides with the guys around town. Hoping to get my own bike soon.”

No fucking way.
My fingers tensed around hers, trying to form a fist.

I wanted to slam it deep into the faces of any other fuck who'd taken her on his bike, anybody who'd had those little hands around his waist while he pulled her into the night.

Fuck, what if she'd gone bad, and I hadn't been around to see it?

What if some worthless pissant had popped her fuckin' cherry, the one that should've had my name on it, while I'd been jacking myself off in Knoxville, thinking about all the shit I'd do to her as soon as I rammed my cock inside her?

Then a more serious thought hit me, and I saw red. “Better not be riding with the Deads, babe. They're bad fuckin' news.”

“Do I look like an idiot?” her sweet little tongue razzed me between her teeth. “I know all about them, Joker. They come through town sometimes. Everybody keeps their distance.”

“Yeah, you fuckin' keep it that way, too. Those boys won't think twice about dragging you out in some field, having their way, and leaving you for the crows to pick.”

The sass on her face withered. Fuck, I'd gone too hard, too soon, but I didn't regret it.

I'd drill it into her head over and over and over again if that's what it took to keep her safe.

Jealous? Shit, no.

This was about the Deads, I swore to myself, club biz she'd unwittingly gotten caught in.

Didn't have anything to do with those suckable lips, or the urge to flip up her skirt and rip her panties to her ankles, spank her fuckin' raw for mouthing off before I fucked her brains out.

No, sir. Fuck no.

“Forget it,” I growled. “You ain't stupid. Come on.”

She moved reluctantly, but the point was she
moved
when I pulled her along by the hand. I shook off the last of my buzz from the booze and we got on my bike.

“You remember to hold on tight, baby. Don't want you falling off when you're gawking at the stars. Look up there too long, you'll get dizzy.”

Summer laughed. “Jesus, Joker, I remember how to ride. Already told you, I've been doing a little bit of it since the last time we hung out.”

I refused to let her shit about riding with other men get underneath my skin. It really was a beautiful fuckin' night, a big summer sky hanging overhead as big and bright as the excitement in her eyes.

Fuck, those green gems in her face sparkled when I watched her strap her helmet on in my mirror.

Soon as her hands went around my waist, we roared outta the unpaved parking lot, tearing down the road leading to the main highway. We left Seddon behind, heading into the countryside, between the hills at the butt end of the Appalachians snaking down from the north.

My cock hammered in my pants the whole damned trip.

I snuck glances at her in the mirror every few miles, catching her doing the same to me. Her fingers moved along my abs, pressed tighter with every turn when the mountains bent the roads.

I'd sworn I wasn't gonna fuck her. I'd blown town and left her behind, ignored her for three fuckin' years because I wouldn't be the bastard to bring her more grief.

Tonight, I was very close to smashing that promise into a thousand pieces.

A man had needs the faceless sluts back at the club couldn't satisfy. They could suck me off a thousand times.

None of them would be half as exciting as having her pretty little lips wrapped around every inch of me.

I could fuck the whores 'til my limbs gave out and I collapsed, drenched in sweat, gasping for air. But spending myself in their well fucked cunts wouldn't be like lightning crashing through my skull – exactly how it'd be with Summertime's smooth, milky legs wrapped around me, watching her eyes roll back in her head when she came on my cock.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

My eyes darted around the countryside, looking into the fields between the valleys. It'd been about a year since I'd come down this route. Last time, it was just a night drive, when we were staying at grandpa's place, Piece's fuckin' snoring keeping me up.

There had to be an abandoned farm around here somewhere. My memory was hazy, but I pressed on, going by faith I wasn't wrong.

A couple miles later, I found it, taking the overgrown path up toward the ruined buildings.

Summer put her face against my shoulder and whimpered a little from the bumpy ride. Sounded a lot like the sound I imagined her making when she blew. My blood became lava.

Christ, I
had
to fuck this girl tonight, and deal with the consequences later. At this rate, I'd crawl over broken fuckin' glass for a piece of her.

Just one intense, unforgettable night out here in the country, between me, her, and the stars.

Pulling to a stop, I killed my bike's engine and helped Summer off, throwing her helmet in storage.

“Perfect spot for a beautiful night,” she said.

“No.” I held up my hand. “Perfect spot for a beautiful lady.”

I tested her, trying to see how well she could hide her attraction. No surprises, she flunked. Summer's cheeks went beet red, reminding me of that poor, sweet kid I'd passed up years ago. Her eyes dropped to the ground 'til I took her hand again, leading her toward a hill behind the collapsed barn.

A quick climb later, we dropped down onto the grass, laying there like some shit out of a movie. The pinprick stars in the sky glowed like snow that wasn't ever coming down.

“What kinda boys you been riding with while I've been away?” I asked, turning toward her.

She smiled. “Just the older guys down at the VA. Saw your granddad a couple times, too. He's doing well for a man his age.”

“Fuck yeah, he is,” I growled, a little too enthusiastically for my own good. “The man's pressing eighty and he'd still be riding himself if we let him. Just works in his shop and rents out his kennel now. He's paid his dues and earned it.”

Summer nodded, the same mysterious smile hanging on her lips. Damn it, she knew too much what was going on in my head.

It was nothing short of a relief to find out her motorcycle riding was limited to the old farts going for joy rides in the country.

But, fuck,
why
was it a relief? This shit wasn't good for me.

I could deal with the animal need to fuck. This other feeling, this jealousy, the green anger I kept trying to ram down into my guts – this bullshit was new.

“What's happened to you? How's your ma?” I already knew the answer wouldn't be a good one, but I had to know what the fuck had happened for sure.