Never Kiss an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (30 page)

His teeth locked around it, all while his hand aggressively mauled my other breast.

Hungry. Possessive.
Fucking hot.

My fingers reached across his shoulders, touching his back. I dragged my nails across his skin, careful not to rip him up, but wanting to just the same.

We'd shared too much blood, sweat, and tears. Tonight, we'd share bodies yet again.

I wondered why it always felt like it was new, exciting, and forbidden. He reminded me when his face sunk lower, kissing and nipping down my belly, before he started working on my thighs.

Growling, Firefly held my legs apart, the perfect view for watching the huge, dark stripes inked along his back ripple.

“Oh, Jesus. You're going to ruin me tonight,” I whispered, losing my words when his teeth pushed into the soft, sizzling skin around my inner thigh.

“Ruin you?” he echoed, forcing me to feel the heat of his breath in every word, dangerously close to my soft, aching pussy. “Baby girl, I'm owning you tonight, and every night after. Wrecking you for my dick's just the best part.”

Shit, shit!
His tongue slid into me, pushing up in a slow, torturous lick. I practically self-combusted on the spot.

My hips rolled, dying to have his face wedged there good and proper. I craved his lips, his tongue, his everything without hesitation. They shot me straight to the beautiful stars and moon lighting up the night, all the places I wanted to frolic, alone with my man.

Sweet energy pulsed through me the instant he grabbed my legs, pulling them apart. All the better to take me with his tongue. Firefly licked straight through my folds.

He licked
deep.
Forced me to feel every scratchy prick of his stubble, one more thing that reminded me I'd married a real man, a big, beautiful bastard so hard and serious no one would ever question our love.

My body tensed up as his tongue lashes quickened. He found my clit, drew it into his mouth, and sank his teeth down just right, delicately holding the little bud taut while his tongue flicked over, and over, and over.

Holy hell!
My fingers and toes instantly curled.

I needed something to grab onto, but there were no sheets out here. My legs folded completely around his body. My hands pushed through the scratchy earth, knocking the pebbles underneath us around while the stream sang to my pleasure.

Come, come, fucking come for me, darlin'!

I could feel him saying it, and nature urging him on. Hot, naked, and sweating underneath the moonlight, it hit me. I'd never done something this taboo!

Anyone could be watching out here. Anything, too.

And somehow, I didn't even care. Nothing else mattered except knowing that I had a man who wasn't afraid to strip me naked and fuck me stupid.

Anytime, any place, any way he pleased.

“Firefly, Firefly, don't stop!” I pleaded, scratching his short, dark hair when his tongue slowed.

He always teased me near the end. The bastard knew how to tie my body in knots and then cut them loose at once, sending me spinning off to pleasures I was just starting to comprehend.

But there wasn't any fathoming the ecstasy that swept in, picked me up, and slammed me down again.

I came – hard enough to make the stars quadruple in the sky.

Blood turned to fire, raging in my veins. The stream's gentle hum became a roar, pounding harsh and staccato in my head.

My hips bucked wild on his face, riding his tongue. His fingers dug deep into my thighs as he held me down, lashing me with strokes again and again.

Soon the stars were swallowed up in blinding white as every muscle in my body oozed sweetness. Tingling, burning, shooting up my spine, I writhed on his face, barely conscious of calling his name like a mantra.

“Firefly...”

My lover, my husband, my old man.

“Firefly.”

My love, my life, the outlaw I'd given my soul to.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, Firefly!” I screamed it, my entire body shaking as his wicked mouth sent a few final pleasure bursts streaking through my skin.

I'd love him forever. And the fact that he was so damned amazing at owning my body was just Reason One Thousand and One on the list.

“Hot fucking start,” he growled, pushing his cock teasingly against my entrance as I shook off my pleasure coma. “But we can do better than that. Everything we just did, that's good for a warm up, darlin'. You're gonna
scream
before this night's over. You'll come harder for me, Cora, and we'll both fuckin' love it.”

Harder? Oh, hell!

I reached up, brushed his Adonis abs with my fingertips, slowly dragging them down to the huge, throbbing perfection about to push inside me. Reaching for his shaft, I wrapped my fingers around it, and squeezed.

“Fuck, yeah!” he rumbled, closing his eyes as I stroked him slowly, up and down. “Just like that, baby. Make me hard as nails, ready to charge the fuck into you.”

It must've been well into the high seventies, and humid too, but goosebumps peppered my skin. I couldn't hold them back, knowing what was coming. I stroked his thick cock several more times, feeling it twitch in my hand, drooling pre-come just above my pussy.

Before, I was wet. Now, I ached worse, soaked like he hadn't just brought me off with the best oral pleasure I'd ever had in my short, sweet sex life.

“I need you in me now,” I whispered, trying not to bite through my lip. “Please!”

“No, darlin',” he said, grasping my hand and pushing it away.

He couldn't be serious?!
I followed his eyes, turned toward something to the side, before they locked onto mine.

“Let's go.” With those two words, he picked me up, and carried me back to his bike.

For a split second, I thought the absolute madman was going to throw me down and ride off, both of us still buck naked.

He set me down instead. I pushed my toes into the soft Tennessee soil as he got behind me, took my hands, and bent me across the seat of his bike.

“Get a good hold, and keep it, woman. I'm gonna fuck you so hard that bike might flip,” he growled, kissing at my neck. His fingers pushed through my hair, wound it tight, and pulled, exposing even more of my neck to him. “We're making the only run that really counts, Cora. Not fuckin' stopping 'til the trees are shaking with your moans.”

Just like that, he pushed inside me. My eyes went wide and my fingers hugged the leather seat.

Oh, fuck. Holy hell!

Here. We. Go.

His cock drove deep, straight up to my womb, and then stopped for a second. His hands moved across my body while he held himself there, feeling me, listening to our breath coming heavier by the second.

“You love this shit, don't you?” His first thrust glided through me, stoking the fire in my veins.

“Yes!” It was hard to even speak with raw pleasure overwhelming my nerves.

His hand pulled my hair. The other wrapped around my front side, went low, and pushed between my legs. He pinched and flicked my clit while we fucked, hurling me out of my mind.

“Firefly...”

I whispered his name in between the strokes, saying it a little faster and harder each time he drove into me. The bike's wheels squeaked softly in the soil, supporting our weight, the only leverage I had to weather this storm of a man leaving me soaked and tingling to the core.

He tore me up each time his hips rolled, wrecking what little remained of the walls I'd put up since day one.

Firefly shredded me. Every thrust pierced deeper into my body, my heart, my soul.

Fucking wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be vicious, carnal, and crude.

But he did so much more than that. Sex with him was a trifecta.

Love. Devotion. Family.

Every rampant flick of his fingers between my legs struck like lightning. I held onto the bike like the edge of a cliff.

Anything to keep myself from collapsing in the earthquake that was Huck Davis, my Firefly.

He jerked my hair tighter, bending my face to his until my ear laid against his lips. “Fucking come for me, baby girl! Come just like you're begging me to. Your pussy's clenching like a goddamned wildcat, drowning my dick in your juice. Let it all run wild.”

I bent my head a little more, moving into his grip, and kissed him. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, quickening his violent, ass slapping thrusts.

Another second, and I was gone.

Just lost it. Right on the spot.

My body went numb, joining my fingers. They'd lost their feeling about thirty seconds ago, digging into the bike's seat so hard I almost broke my hands.

He jerked my head, forced my mouth off his, and I screamed into the night. Oh, God, I shrieked like crazy, straight to the heavens, spilling all the nasty things he did to me.

About ten seconds in, I heard him make the feral grunt he always did right before he was about to explode. Our bodies crashed together even harder, and he pinned me to the motorcycle, slamming his cock into me so hard his thighs clapped against my ass like I was getting spanked.

That sound razed me all over again. I came harder, feeling him balloon against my womb, right before his cock jerked fierce.

He flooded me. Groaning, twitching, smashing his body into mine. We hugged and fucked and came together, grunting out our pleasure, breathless by the end of it.

My pussy took every molten drop of him. Even though he'd given me a baby, it still wasn't enough.

I
craved
him, needed his seed inside me on some desperate primal level I couldn't understand.

My body was made to be a vessel, and I'd finally found the only man I ever wanted – the only man I needed – to fill the empty void forever.

Our lips pulsed together again as we came down from the high. Then he grabbed my hand, pulling it off the bike, shadowing me against him as he pulled out.

“Fuck me blind. Never thought I'd see anything hotter than having my brand on your skin, babe.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. That ring...” He held my hand up to his mouth, staring at the golden loop before he kissed it. “Hotter than the fuckin' desert sun. I want to see that thing sparkling every time you reach down and blow me.”

I turned around in his arms, facing him, unable to hide the smile twisting my lips. His words were filthy, but I loved them anyway. Every single one.

“I'm ready for town when you are,” I said, feeling my tongue sweeping across my lips.

I already wanted to taste him. Imagining those hard muscles twitching while I sucked him, rolled him against my tongue, and caused him to explode in my mouth...

He saw the glint in my eye and took my chin, turning my face into his kiss.

I'd become insatiable.

I loved Firefly. I wanted to remind him how much it all meant to me every waking second.

“Bullshit,” he growled, when he could finally take his lips off mine. “We're not leaving 'til I'm ready to crash in a warm bed. Let's clean ourselves up.”

He took my hand and led us into the nearby stream. Before I knew what was happening, clear mountain water rushed around us, barely up to our waists. Cold, but cleansing.

“Feels damned good rushing around you, don't it?” he asked, playfully splashing water further up my back. “Nothing in this world like cooling off proper after a nice fuck.”

He tossed more water up my back, massaging me in between. I smiled, cupping a small puddle in both hands, and slowly turned to face him.

“Nah. I can think of one thing...”

I shivered, letting my body acclimate to it, before I spun around and threw it in his eyes.

Firefly stopped. For a second, we both stood there, my toes anxiously grasping at the soft, round pebbles under the water.

“Did you really just splash me right in the fuckin' face?” he growled, his voice turning stone cold killer.

Uh, oh.
I folded my arms and looked at him, never losing the defiant smile tugging at my lips.

“If you really wanted a spanking before I'm in you again, babe, next time just ask.” I could tell he was trying hard not to laugh as he grabbed me, bent me over, and pulled me from the water, ass up.

Yeah,
I thought,
but where's the fun in that?

Who the hell knew? He showed me a different kind of fun a second later, rubbing my right cheek before his palm moved backward, winding up.

He spanked me hard as I clung to the edge of the dry rocks. My body twitched, shaking and overheating, knowing what would be making me shiver next, after his hands had their fill.

“Love you, babe,” he said, pushing inside me. I didn't think a man could get this hard again so fast. “Love you so damned much I can't even think straight.”

“Better work it out, then. We've got a lot of planning to do for the baby after this honeymoon.”

I tried to tease him. Nothing compared to the slow, tense push of his hips on mine, a thrust to remind me who was really in control.

I moaned. His teeth dug gently into my shoulder, and he slammed himself into me a few more times, pushing my throat into the cradle of his hand. Perfect for holding me in place, right where he wanted.

“Oh, darlin', we're gonna work it out like the end of the earth depends on it this week. If I'm holding your waist and you ain't naked, I'm not happy.”

Smiling, I let myself slip into the pleasure all over again. He sealed his vow with another sharp thrust of his hips, carrying us all the way home.

Two Years Later

W
e'd only seen this spot once since our honeymoon. This was the second time, and the whole damned world had changed, getting bigger and wilder like the stream in front of us.

Wished I could've ridden us in on my bike like the first time. But I had Lucy to tote around now on these family outings, plus another kid on the way. The truck would have to do, muddy and reliable, for hauling all our asses to the right spot.

Soon as we were out, I took Cora's hand, watching as she pulled our daughter outta the kiddie seat.

“Come to mama, baby girl!” she cooed.

That shit never failed to light up my face. She was as good a ma as she was my wife, my old lady, and hearing her say it reminded me I had two baby girls to look after now.