Never Have an Outlaw's Baby: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (47 page)

Part of me hoped we'd never fully settle down. This man made me
feel
like nobody else, even when I hated his guts and wanted him dead. He'd pulled me from my depths, saved my life, saved me ten times over. He delivered the lone bastard who reminded me I didn't deserve to crawl into a hole and die for what I'd done.

Killing Gioulio with him by my side drove a stake through the darkest parts of my heart.

I was finally free to experience everything. Free to live. Free to love.

“Shit, dude, at least put a ring on her finger before you try to breed her. You know cousin Strelkov did that much when he married his Italian princess out in Jersey.” Lev grinned.

Anton gave him a dirty look. “Come on. This shit's not half as sloppy as that sideshow with the extended family. You saying I'm a bigger fool than David fucking Strelkov?”

“No, just a hornier one. You know I'm just busting your balls. Seriously, it'll be cool to have a nephew or niece talking Russian. Papa would've been proud.” Lev gave him one last slap.

“Whatever. I'm gonna do it all right. Everything has its time and place. There'll be plenty of time to finally learn the ancestral tongue myself.” He paused. “Take care of yourself, brother. You're the brawn now. Don't let D's brains cause any more goddamned trouble.”

They both laughed, but I could tell it was bittersweet. Anton would be a wanted man with active investigators on him for a long time. It might be more than a decade before we ever set foot on US soil again, let alone returned to the only city I'd ever known.

I looked across the flat plains towards Chicago. The city was impossible to see from here. I wanted one last look, and I was still straining on my tip-toes when Anton crept up behind me. He grabbed me, pulled me toward him, wrapping both his big arms around my waist.

“What're you looking at, babe? It's time to go. Got a boat expecting us at ten o'clock sharp.”

I turned, pressing my cheek to his chest. God, I'd never get tired of this rock hard contrast against my soft skin.

“Nothing. Everything I need's already right here.”

One embrace changed my mind. I meant what I said. I'd miss the windy city, but it hadn't exactly been good to me. Chicago chewed my family up and spit me out a different girl than I'd been a couple months ago, and now I was ready to discover what kinda badass bitch the new Sabrina was.

I
t was a long couple days
. The ship that took us across the great lake was more like an old freighter, and the waters were definitely frigid with November around the corner. Anton held me on his lap the entire time, whispering how amazing it was gonna be when we hit land again.

It seemed like we sailed forever, rocking in the cold, chaotic waves, all through the deep dark night. When the churning motion stopped, I woke up from the long nap I'd been taking with him.

Shoreline. Upper Michigan.

From there, it was a short drive to the border, and then one more boat ride across to foreign soil. We finally got to the airport in Sault Sainte Marie a day later, where the private jet was waiting for us on the Canadian side.

I'd never been on one before. Papa and my uncle could certainly afford it, but I'd never boarded one until now. It was strange to think the luxurious cabin with the big bed and the comfy chairs was a one-way rocket for taking us halfway around the world.

Half an hour later, we took off, on our way east for one last refueling stop before we crossed the wide Atlantic.

I stared out the window, gazing at the endless Ontario forests below. Anton slid into the seat next to me. “How you feeling, babe? Better than the boat ride in?”

“Yeah,” I said, surprised my excitement cut through the melancholy tugging at my heart. “It's like the other night with Gioulio never happened at all...they said it should take a week to get over the poison. It's gone, all of it.”

He smiled. “Course it is. You gave me one fuck of a scare, but I knew you'd get over that shit in the bottle. It was the motherfucker we finished off who was really dragging you down.”

“I know,” I said, reaching for the small glass of mineral water at my side and taking a long sip. “I keep wondering what's next. I've never been so far from home before.”

“Shit, neither have I. Well, not that I remember. My old man always meant to fly us back to the motherland when we were kids, but it got to be a dangerous place after Soviet power crumbled. The seedy fucking underworld we both grew up in was a hundred times safer than that shock and awe shit Russia went through in the nineties.” He grabbed me then, pulling me onto his lap. Instant heat. “You worry too much, babe. It's cute, but you shouldn't be wasting your precious energy. Long as we're together, it's gonna be amazing, wherever we end up. You know?”

He couldn't hide the raging hard-on against my thigh. Didn't think he wanted to. I looked down knowingly, a little smile curling my cheeks.

Okay, I was definitely feeling better than I thought, even with all this jet lag. Muscles clenched inside me, already drunk on his sultry touch. He reached for my thighs and squeezed, making me jerk on his lap, perfect for feeling the stiff rock beneath his trousers.

“Oh!” I whimpered. He silenced me with a long, deep kiss before I could say anything else.

“Quiet, babe, unless you want the crew to hear,” he whispered, making me blush. “Honestly, I don't give a shit. It's about damned time we picked up where we left off. I know how much you like to fuck underneath the stars.”

“Anton!” I was about to protest, but he reached up and pinched my nipple beneath my blouse.

Damn it. Just how thick were the walls on this plane anyway? The thing was airborne, so it couldn't be like a well built house. If I panted and moaned and came a little closer to screaming wrapped around him, I knew we ran the risk of the four man crew near the cockpit hearing everything.

He really didn't care. He flipped me over, meshing my legs around his waist. His friction hit my clit through our clothes, and I couldn't do anything but melt while he popped the buttons on my blouse.

“Keep making that beautiful music, Sabrina. You fight me, I'll rip your panties off and stuff them in your sweet mouth. We're fucking right now regardless, and I don't give a shit if you're gagged or howling like crazy when I'm emptying myself in your cunt.”

He rubbed harder, faster. Jesus. I loved him, wanted him, and he was still a total bastard.

Naturally, I fucking loved it.

He did me a favor by clapping his hand over my mouth while he worked off my pants. A little turbulence jostled us when he slid down my panties, swinging them around my ankles like a pro. I watched them crumple in one hand.

“Fuck. You soaked every last inch of these bitches. You think you can keep it together without going to pieces on me, or am I gonna have to show you how good this pussy tastes?”

Growling, he pushed the gusset across his teeth, tasting my cream. My thighs started to shake. His free hand went between my legs and two rough fingers pushed inside me. He began fucking me before his cock ever came out, softening me up for him, adding to the napalm that drenched the lace in his fist.

“God damn it,” he grunted, throwing them over his shoulder. “I can't kiss you and taste the real thing at the same time. Hold it together and don't cry on me girl. I'm gonna make you come so fucking hard you're never ashamed of anything again. The only whining I wanna hear is that little chirp you make right before your clit goes nuts on my tongue.”

There I was. Lost at fifteen, maybe twenty thousand feet. He held my legs open, a powerful and unbreakable grip, ramming his face between my legs. Rough stubble braised my thighs. I arched my back when his tongue found the wet spot.

Jesus. Fuck.

I took every part of the heaven's name in vain, and then did it a few times more when his fingers clenched my ass cheeks, spreading me apart, wide and open just for him.

He dove in, fucking me with his tongue, licking and sucking until I pumped my hips back. Furious laps circled my clit. He did that thing where he sucked it between his teeth and growled, vibrating my entire pussy with his thunder, smothering me in total pleasure. The beast between my thighs wouldn't be satisfied until I gave it all up.

Fortunately for him, it wouldn't take long. My vision blurred and my head rolled to the side. I saw early evening stars shining out the window just as his tongue engulfed me.

It was like the whole plane exploded from a meteor strike, leaving us tumbling through the night sky. I let go, tearing at his hair for something to hold onto, screaming and coming so hard I forgot all about the crew.

They must've heard everything. It was filthy, shameful, and – like everything else with this man – absolutely mind blowing. His mouth sucked and licked and fucked my pussy in endless waves. Each movement lashed me higher, until I must've left the atmosphere for a few glorious seconds and slammed back into my body.

When I came out of it, he had me in his arms, jerking me against his shirtless body. “Fucking shit. You scream like that again, babe, and the pilots are gonna wreck this plane from jacking off, the jealous fucks.”

I laughed. He took me by the hand and walked me over to the bed, completely buck naked. When we reached the edge, he tapped his knees on mine, pushed me down, tearing at his belt and dropping everything below the waist.

“Spread your legs. I
need
to be inside you, Sabrina. Right fucking now.”

I obeyed. The firebird on his chest looked hungrier than before, ready to swoop down and fly through me while his thrusts rattled my body. I didn't need to touch its fiery wings to burn.

Anything but drawing him deep was unthinkable. I heard voices behind the thin door separating our cabin from the rest of the plane. Two stewardesses laughed, and then there was a manly, guttural chuckle with them.

Crap. The whole crew was enjoying our performance.

I locked up. Anton saw me struggling to wrap my head around fucking where these people could hear us. His face darkened, and the foreplay was over. He pushed his dick inside me in one rough thrust.

My pussy instantly clenched around him, obliterating any hesitation. That stud in his cock glided over places I couldn't even describe, massaging me from the inside out, making my pulse match the delicious throb in my pussy.

Perfection. I'd forgotten how incredibly well we fit together. His thrusts reminded me how good our rhythm could be when he started to get into it, rocking the little bed with his thrusts.

He was a mountain, a tidal wave, and hot lava all in one. My clit sizzled each time he swept low, cursing and whispering in my ear, nipping at my throat.

We fucked. Hard. We fucked and rocked and sweated out the last few drops of bitterness and betrayal we'd left behind in the States. Anton sped up, seized my hair in his fist, and pulled until my lips crashed against his.

I was coming when he pushed his tongue into my mouth, suffocating in him, and loving it.

Everything below my waist turned to tingly mush, pure hot pleasure racing to my brain. I tried to scream and gasp for breath, but he held me down, fucking me and swallowing every scream in his kisses.

“Oh, fuck. God!” I screamed when he finally let me up, never skipping a beat with his hips.

I wasn't sure how the plane wasn't crashing to the ground with his furious jerks. He pulled out, turned me around with a quick slap on the ass, and mounted me from behind, taking the reigns he'd formed out of my hair again.

“Not God, babe. It's me. You fucking scream my name when I make you squirt all over the sheets. I'm not holding your mouth shut this time. Let it go. Let it all fucking go.”

He didn't suffocate me with another kiss, no, but he held me down even rougher. Every thrust battered me to the bed, a challenge posed in his hips. My body was ready to meet him. Primal instinct kicked in and I bucked back, grinding my ass as hard as I could on his pubic bone.

Big mistake. The friction only fed the manic fire he'd sparked in my pussy. Before I knew it, I was clenching my burning jaw and burying my face in the mattress, all I could do to stop myself from shrieking bloody murder before my body fried itself again.

Oh, no.

“Oh, fuck!” Anton pulled me up on his cock, whipped my head to the side by the hair, and sank his teeth into the soft nook where my shoulder and neck met.

He was growling when he started to come. I could practically feel his heartbeat each time his dick jerked, heaving his molten essence into me, so much seed my pussy numbed and overflowed. I tore at the sheets, screamed without thinking, lived and died in his amazing grasp.

We came for an eternity, rocking and snarling, draining every molecule of air from our lungs. His teeth didn't even start to hurt until I was coming off the high.

At last, he let go, lingering inside me for a good minute before he pulled out. The plane's engine droned on, sweet white noise grounding us on planet earth.

“Mister Ivankov? Is everything all right?” A fist knocked on the door ahead of the woman's voice.

“Bring us a couple glasses!” Anton shouted back. “Straight vodka. We're fine.”

“God.” I rolled over, and he pulled me to his chest, dragging me through several large wet spots on the bed. “I could really use a drink.”

“We gotta get some water into you too, babe,” he said, pointing to the wetness spattering the bed. “See what you fucking did? You've got about a minute to get into the sheets before she comes in and sees you buck naked.”

He stood up, walked to the door nude, and left me to struggle into the bed. My mouth was still hanging open in disbelief when he returned with two crystal glasses of good vodka and an ice shaker.

“You're an animal,” I said, hating the smile that killed all the mock venom in my voice.

He shrugged, handing me my drink. “You're an Ivankov woman now. I like my girls to give me everything and hold nothing back. Fucking nothing, Sabrina. You know it. I love this shit because it's the best damned trade in the world – everything love should be. We know the drill. I'll keep giving you the world, and you keep squirting all over this dick when I fuck your brains out.”