Never Kiss an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (61 page)

I could take anything and everything with this man.

I came hard, right on his hand, feeling my cunt tense up and gush. He lifted his head off my breasts and crushed his lips over my mouth, stifling my breathless gasps, swallowing every scream.

“Beautiful, babe, just fuckin' beautiful. You know you come like a rocket a little more every time we do this, yeah?”

I squinted through the ecstasy, regrouping my senses. “Light me up again.”

He stared down at me with those dark brown eyes and grinned. “Baby, you don't need to ask me twice. You're a kept woman now that we're sharing a bed every night. We're gonna ruin these sheets with scorch marks by the end of the week.”

He took my hands, jerked me up like a ragdoll, and flipped me over on the bed. Before I even knew what was happening, my panties snapped down to my knees so fast I swore he really did rip them in two.

His growl pressed against my thighs, vibrating through his lips, moving into my skin like a slow moving storm.

Even after all this time, he still scared me in the best ways. I finally had a man who'd
never
let anyone disrespect me, not even myself. He'd fight for me, bleed for me, kill for me. He'd already done it.

I couldn't imagine how possessive he'd get someday when we were hitched and I had a baby in my arms. The thought made my knees tremble, and so did his tongue, his stubble, both sliding deliciously up, up, up, dangerously close to my aching pussy.

“Skin – please! Let me feel you. No teasing, not today. You know what I'm dying for...”

Wish granted. Without a word, his thick hands shoved my legs apart, and his tongue caught the cream leaking out of me. He licked my entire slit like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

Long, greedy, pussy clenching licks.
Fuck!

I almost lost it again. With him, I turned into every cliché in romance, a sticky, breathless mess of a woman whose mind blanked on everything except the primal need to have him buried in me.

His tongue was so, so good, but it was never enough. I started panting like an animal in heat as he buried his face between my legs.

Sucking, fucking, tonguing me until my core tightened like the world's hottest coil. He held me down the more I shook, a force of nature teasing my most tender flesh, his pressure quickening by the second.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Heaven. Help. Me.

But the only man I ever needed help from pushed me into the blinding fire when his tongue landed on my clit one more time. I nearly scratched a hole through the new mattress, clawing at the bed for support, feeling his strength holding me up as I came.

Harder than before. Always, always harder.

Hot, wet, fiery bliss consumed me.

I rocked against his face while he rumbled pleasure in his throat, fucking his tongue into me, everywhere seemingly all at once. I'd never understand how he did it. He was only human, but he put me into a zone nobody else ever would, a place so secure and sexy I wanted to stay forever.

Skin held me gently for a moment when I finally stopped screaming.

I struggled to catch my breath, loving his fingers running through my hair, stroking me back to soft awareness.

His hot, feral whisper helped too. “You've got thirty seconds to fill your lungs, baby girl. Then I'm filling you. We're fucking all night, and I'm not gonna stop 'til the sun comes up.”

“Oh, God.”

“Yeah, that's the only thing that'll save you from this dick, babe. What were you expecting here? Did you really think I wouldn't fuck you stupid after seeing you dolled up like my goddamned bride? Did you really think I'd just drop my load and crash without leaving you spent to the whole fucking world?”

His hand slipped down to my ass and struck me hard. I whimpered and jerked forward, but he caught me by the hair, shoving me into place, making me feel the hard-on raging against my ass cheeks.

I still pretended I didn't like being spanked and ordered around. But we both knew better. My little white lie only seemed to turn him on more, and soon he nipped at my ear, growling raw desire into me again.

“Bullshit, Meg. I love you so fucking much I could die. You ain't stupid. Don't you ever play coy with me. You're as smart as you are beautiful. You know what lovers do.”

I did. Oh, how I did, and I learned a little more every night I was with him. I had a feeling my education was about to swell a hundred times faster now that we finally had a home together, a new bed to wear down every sultry night.

The cabin was only permanent, fickle, as lovely as it could be. Here, we'd forge a future, in the bedroom and out.

“I know, Skin. Trust me, I do.”

“Yeah, you'd fucking better, beautiful.” He pulled on my hair, twisting me to the side, pointing out the window with the pale gray light streaming in. “Winter's coming soon, sweet babe, and that means you're gonna spend those long, dark nights coming every way I tell you to. We've got to stay warm. We've got to light a fire. And I'm gonna make this town echo with the sounds of my cock making you scream.”

“I love you!” I shouted it just as he spread my legs and pushed inside me.

It wasn't tender. It sounded like a curse on my lips, and it only made his hips piston when he went to work, anchoring his angry tip deep inside me, stroking me in hard, fast, aggressive waves. His balls slapped my pussy harder as he pinned me to the bed.

No surprise, our first fuck here hit harder than lightning. Just like the way I'd fallen for this man. He bent me to him in a flash of fire, heat, insatiable lust.

Whatever spell he'd worked on me today, it was stronger than ever.

He couldn't have fucked me for more than a couple minutes before I felt my pussy tightening again, burning for release, begging me to beg him for what I needed more than anything else.

“Come with me, Skin. Come inside me!” I panted, I moaned, I surrendered as my eyelids fluttered shut.

“Fuck, no. Not 'til I feel your little pussy squeeze this cock like you're losing your mind. You're hot, babe, but you're not burning down yet. I want to fuck a fireball before I let you feel my come.”

Sweat hissed out my pores. He slowed his strokes. I could've turned around and killed him, if only he didn't have me hog-tied with his arms, pinned down like his personal fuck toy.

He stopped me right when I was on the brink. My hips shook. I fought to fuck him back, slam my ass into him, make him lose control until he filled me with his smoldering seed.

“You're a bastard!” I whimpered. “I love you, but I hate you right now. Please let me come.
Please.
”

“Fuck, yeah, woman, you always knew I was. Lucky for both of us you love it like this, don't you? You love all the new ways I find to make you come harder.”

Bastard. Angel. Old man.

Whatever he was just then, he was absolutely right. I'd never felt so alive as my heart pounded, sending fire through every vein, awakening a need in my body like I'd barely known before.

“You want it harder, don't you?”

Was he serious? Like he couldn't feel the raw ache pouring out of me in every gasp, every buck of my hips, every plea filling every molecule?

“Fuck me!” I grunted through my teeth, practically spitting like a lioness in heat. “Harder!”

“Nah, not yet. You've gotta make me believe you deserve it, babe. I oughta have a damned straitjacket on you to hold you down. I want you to fight for this. Remember it. I want you coming so hard on this cock you never, ever forget our first night together, even when we're both too old and senile to fuck like mad.”

“I will! How could I ever forget, Skin?” His cock sped up, slamming into me, and he pulled on my hair. “How?”

The only answer was in his hips. That was when I knew he was right – I was so wound up, so ready to explore in a shower of ecstasy, that I'd remember this until the day I died.

“Because I just might fuck you so hard you lose your damned mind.”

And he did. One hand tore at my hair, holding me up while his other hand grabbed my ass, all the better to jerk me into him with so much force I knew I'd be sore for days.

This
was fucking.
This
was love.

This was him and I, tangled together on levels I could barely comprehend, thrashing our bodies raw. His cock slammed into me so fast and hard I was sure he'd break, and I didn't fucking care.

Not when the pleasure hit. It throttled me like a nuke going off in my belly.

Slow. Dense. Delicious.

Skin roared when he pushed himself deep one more time, and added his explosion to my clenching, sucking cunt. The hot come I'd learned to crave hurled into me at last.

“Skin! Skin! Skin!”

I came harder than I ever thought possible, screaming his name like a mantra until I couldn't even move my jaw. The whole world froze, locked in this unforgettable instant, this fire so hot it turned to ice.

There was nothing here but me, him, and the flames twirling inside of me. I lost myself in the dizzying pleasure and the sound of his rough grunts, stretching out forever, emptying everything he had inside me.

Or at least getting started.

I knew we weren't finished. Not by half. When this badass told me he was going to fuck me all night, he meant every word. I thanked my lucky stars I'd taken a few days off for the big move.

“Come on, baby. Walk with me.” He jerked me up and pulled me to his chest when we were done, grabbing my old lady jacket off the chair.

I loved the little coat. It had PROPERTY OF SKIN patched on the backside, just like my brand. It made me believe I could be the world's baddest bitch every time I slipped it on, or at least one fit for him, the only man whose opinion mattered anymore.

He wrapped it around my shoulders. He wouldn't let me wear anything else, nor did I want to. Then he led me out to our new porch, stained old world brown, a color that reminded me of my dad's library.

The cool autumn air brushed my legs. He pulled me close to his heat when he felt the first shiver running through my body. I rubbed his arms, remembering how much I loved them.

As if I could ever forget. These were the arms that saved me, loved me, dark and devilish with their inks as they were delightful.

He let me lift his hand to my face and I kissed it. I still wanted to worship every inch of him.

“What're we doing out here?” I asked, as if in a dream.

“Having a moment, babe. Just you and me. I told you before, you're gonna remember tonight for the rest of your damned life.”

It was his turn to take my hand. He pushed it against the bottom pocket. My eyebrows flicked up when I touched the hard little box there. Without another word, he grabbed my hand and pushed it inside, pulling it out a second later with –

“Oh my God.”

The little black box sat neatly in my palm. Amazing how something so small could hold the key to the rest of my life.

“Skin...”

“No, baby. Don't talk. Not yet.” He pushed a stiff finger against my lips.

His other hand circled to the black box in my hand, and he flicked it open. The world's most beautiful gold ring sat there inside it, a tiny silver dagger molded on the loop, with diamond in the middle.

“When I told you I wanted you to remember today forever, it's not because we're moved in. It's not even because we're fucking like wild animals. We've been living together for weeks back at my cabin before we landed this place, and I cherish every damned day with you. But you're gonna remember tonight because it's the night you became my wife. All you've gotta give me is one simple word.” He paused, tense and dramatic. “What do you say, Megan Wilder?”

I could barely think. There wasn't time when it all came rushing out.

“Yes!” I whispered, turning toward him, pushing my lips against his.

At some point we stopped kissing long enough for him to take the ring out and shove it on my finger. Its coolness surrounded my finger, but more importantly, it was
right.

“Don't ever forget I loved you before you just made me the happiest outlaw in the whole damned world.” He grinned, gazing into my eyes.

I eyed the scar running down his face and smiled, a beautiful imperfection as beautifully imperfect as all of this.

Fuck perfect. Fuck the man with the trust fund and the job with a suit and tie. Fuck everything I'd thought was grand, what I'd feared had been stolen from me forever by the pimp.

I had the only man I'd ever want right here, the one who'd shown me there was more life on the back of a motorcycle than a lifetime in a stuffy mansion.

“I'm not sure about that, Skin. I think I can make you a whole lot happier before the night's through.” I reached down, feeling his muscular thighs, rounding my fingers to his cock, hard again and pulsing for attention.

“Fuck, you know I love a challenge, babe. Show me. I already know my old lady gives good head, and now I wanna feel my fiance's tongue on every inch of me.”

Smiling, I dropped to my knees. I worshiped his body all night, the same way I knew I would for the rest of my life.

Alive, loved, and finally free.

I never thought I'd love an outlaw, much less marry one. Now, I couldn't imagine being happy with anything less.

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