Never Kiss an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (60 page)

The whole damned world froze over in my woman's eyes, and melted like a steaming glacier. She nodded softly, gratitude on her lips.

“Thank you. Somebody finally understands.”

“All right, all right,” her dad growled at last, giving me a sharp look. “Parker, Skin, whoever you are, I don't know if I'll ever be happy about this situation you've created with my daughter, but I'll listen to the women in my life. I'm going to go downstairs and get the account information so my little girl can get you checked out.”

“I appreciate it. Whatever the hell I look like to you, I take good care of her. That's never, ever gonna change.” I said it like I was swearing on my life, ignoring the sirens in my head, calling me to look her daddy dead in his eyes.

“I need your word on that.” He stepped closer, flattening his hands on the table, accepting the challenge in my eyes. “Because if I ever find out she's gotten hurt thanks to you, I know what club you belong to. I'll have the National Guard out there dismembering it.”

“Save the fucking call to the Governor,” I said. “I'll die before I ever let anything happen to this woman.”

“He's telling you the truth,” Meg said, running her hand gingerly through my hair. “Please, guys, can't we put the egos on hold until he's better? I promise we can work this through. He's saved me more times than I can count, and now it's my turn to return the favor.”

Satisfied, her dad nodded. Her ma served us some water and made small talk while he retrieved the paperwork. Then, folder in her hands, we headed back to my brothers in the truck, waiting behind the gate.

I waited 'til we were out by the gate, where the high floodlights didn't reach, before I grabbed her and pressed her to my lips.

“You're supposed to be sick,” she laughed, giving me that smile that made me want to fuck her through the pavement.

“Yeah, whatever, babe. You know I love you. I'm gonna get my shit checked out, and then it's gonna be a whirlwind moving you in. I'm not living one more night without you in my bed.”

“Oh, Skin,” she whimpered, all she could manage before she pushed her hot little lips against mine.

Oh
was right. I'd be hearing her make that noise over and over, clenching on my cock. Whatever the fuck happened to me or the club, I'd be reminding her she was mine for the rest of my life.

* * * *

One Month Later

I
t was a frosty day, a couple weeks past Halloween. I'd closed up the cabin a couple days ago for winter, the place we'd been sharing for the last month, while I got all our shit together.

My head hadn't fucked me over too bad. A few days rest and a follow-up said it hadn't done permanent damage, and I hit everything hard as hell as soon as they let me off bed rest.

I let Meg off at work that morning. She was back at her dad's company, taking it more seriously than before, talking about following me into accounting or some shit. I didn't give a damn what she did, as long as she was happy and wearing my brand.

I couldn't wait for evening. It was finally moving day. We'd be hauling our junk into the new place we'd picked out, this cozy apartment just outside the city, overlooking the mountains.

Today was the first day of the rest of my life with this woman. Just had to get through church first.

I met up with Sixty and Crawl at the bar. We filed into the big meeting room, with all the brothers waiting.

Dust twirled the gavel in his hand, staring through the wall like usual. Or, at least, that's what he wanted everybody to believe. I knew he was looking at the club relics on the wall, all the photos and things that belonged to the guys who were gone, perched forever beneath our big black DEADLY PISTOLS MC flag.

Bit by bit, the Prez was fixing up the club into something his old man would've been proud of. Shit, today I could say the same about myself, knowing my dad's eyes would've popped if he could see me with the woman I'd claimed.

And it was all fireworks from here. I'd have a ring on her finger before New Year's, and then we'd be working hard and long on our family.

My dick jerked when I thought about all the fucking we'd do to make our baby. Sweet, merciful Christ.

If I didn't strap her to the bed 'til she was knocked up, I'd lose my damned mind.

“Okay, boys, let's keep this short and sweet because some of you got other business.” He looked at me knowingly. “We've got girls to interview next week for the new skin shop in Knoxville. The place has got its pink lights and a liquor license, and it's all set to go. We just need some girls before we can open the floodgates to some serious money.”

Joker grunted. “Fuck, Prez, you know that ain't the real reason we'll be bringing in bank. Do we really need to spend so much time interviewing some chicks?”

“Damned right we do. The Deads are a few men short, but God knows the bastards aren't beneath using anybody as spies, even women. Hell, if we hadn't stopped 'em, they'd have sold Skin's old lady to some twisted fucker looking for a bitch to hide under his bed.”

My eyes darkened. I looked at the Prez and nodded, trying not to imagine the hellish fate that would've been on the line for my woman if I hadn't come along.

I'd saved her. And she'd done the same to me. That woman didn't owe me anything except her heart, and now that I had it, I was gonna keep it 'til we were both ashes.

“Let me put it out there now – who wants to screen the girls?”

Half a dozen hands with shit-eating grins behind them shot up like lightning. Everybody's except for me, Joker, and the Prez.

“Damn, Prez, just say the word. I'll have a fucking classified up on the web by nightfall if it gets us hiring pussy sooner.” Firefly grinned wide enough to chew the world up, his big biceps flexing as he slapped the table.

He'd been outta commission riding for a week or two with his torn up shoulder. But the bullet hadn't set him back much. I'd seen him in the bar last week, another hot blonde on his lap, sucking the horny bastard off while he sucked down the closest bottle of Jim.

“The sooner things are looking legit, the better.” Dust said, moving his eyes across us, and stopping on me again. “Skin, you've got all the financials together for our order up north, right?”

I nodded. “Fifty big. That'll get us lots of shiny new toys from the Prairie Devils. I talked to Throttle's man last week to work out the specifics. All cash, locked up tight. They'll bring everything we want down to Kentucky. It'll be good to start building a relationship with those boys now, before we clear a trade route to the Carolina beaches.”

Dust grinned. I'd never seen the Prez look so determined, as if he was already seeing the clubhouse plated with gold.

“That's what I wanna hear. We'll work on the battle plans and make sure we've got some residual money coming in to keep us afloat. Then, when the trap is set, we'll swing it shut on the Deads' balls so fucking hard they scream.”

The boys laughed. Even I couldn't resist a bloodthirsty grin. I'd never give their club enough payback for what the motherfuckers tried to do to Meg and me.

“You heard the Prez.” Firefly looked around, still wearing his smug grin. “Let's party harder and hire the hottest sluts we can get for the new bar. We're gonna have a route punched clean through Deadhands' territory to the ocean by spring. And then this club'll be so fucking rich we'll make every man wearing different colors cry like a jealous bitch.”

“Firefly said it. A year from now, half of you won't even recognize this clubhouse, and the rest of you'll be blinded by the glory. One year.” Dust's voice went stern, hushed, and he lifted a finger. “We'll make the whole continent shake. Everybody's gonna know the Smokies are home to the biggest, baddest MC around, one that will fuck anybody who fucks with us straight into oblivion.”

Fists hit the table. Men jeered. I believed he was right, all except one thing – I already had the hottest pussy in the world waiting for me at home. I was already overflowing with wealth, rich beyond my wildest dreams, as long as I put my lips on hers every night.

Didn't blame any of my brothers for getting all excited about heaps of money and hot new girls. Shit, a couple months ago, and I'd have done the same.

The Prez had a lot to be crazy about, and so did all the boys. But my life was shining like a second sun, all thanks to her.

What the hell use did I have for more bloodlust when the only thing I had on my mind was getting home and fucking my girl?

I
stood in front of the mirror, doing a spin to check the skintight stockings clinging to my thighs. We'd fucked so many times by now it was second nature, but something about today made me flush like a virgin.

I couldn't believe we were really moving in together. Heck, I couldn't believe I was going to survive watching him unloading all those heavy boxes, everything the movers I'd hired brought to our doorstep.

Work could wait. I needed to keep my sanity, and so, I planned a surprise, the best way I knew to bring my man into bed and wear me out. The boxes could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, it was all about us, and I couldn't wait to christen our empty new place with cries of our pleasure.

I heard his bike pull into the garage just as I slid beneath the sheets. The screen banged shut half a minute later.

“Babe?” he called, his heavy boots thudding on the hardwood floors, gradually weaving through the maze of boxes and furniture, making his way to the bedroom.

“I'm in here,” I said softly, once I knew he was in the hall.

He froze in the doorway the second he saw me. “Fucking shit.”

I grinned, turning on my side, feeling like something out of an old 1960s movie where women went all out to seduce their men. Of course, none of the men in those black and white flicks had a thing on Skin. Not with their suits, their ties, their sharp waxed mustaches.

The man holding himself in the frame looked like a bull about to charge. “What's this? I thought you wanted to get started setting up? You must need my cock like crazy.”

“You know I do,” I moaned, pushing my legs together.

Jesus, my panties were already soaked. He stepped loudly into the room, his hands working on his belt, dragging it out through the loops and fisting it in one hand.

“I oughta spank you silly for teasing me like this,” he growled, his eyes dark and serious enough to do it.

“You know I'm not a tease,” I cooed. “Well, not much, anyway. Come on, old man. Take what's yours. I know you can't get enough of me. I'm yours, all yours, forever.”

I still couldn't say those words without my voice shaking near the end. Several months ago, I couldn't have imagined this.

When Ricky and his Johns had me under lock and key, I never thought I'd willingly give myself to a man again.

I never thought I'd give it all up so easily.

Never thought I'd crave a masculine touch.

Never thought I'd stamp something like PROPERTY OF SKIN into my very flesh.

But I did. I did it all for him, as surely as my pussy burned to feel him in me, slick and hot and wanting.

“Shit, woman, there goes the whole night.” His belt dropped, banging its buckle on the floor.

His clothes weren't far behind. I sucked my bottom lip as I saw his cut fall, and then the shirt he wore under it. He rolled it off over his head to reveal the dark tattoos I loved to scratch, kiss, and bite.

We always started slow, but ended so rough. Fucking Skin was like a slow moving heat storm, a tempest that made me wet with sweat and desire. One that didn't let up until I was completely exhausted, shaken, and wanting him all over again.

His pants dropped and he kicked off his boots, saving his boxers for last. His cock sprang out, angry and ready, pulling him toward the bed like a magnet, eager to fill me hard and deep.

Two more steps, and his hand shot out. He stopped near my belly, grabbing at the sheet, and ripped it off in one vicious yank. It went flying over his shoulder across the room, and there was nothing else between us.

“Fuck me outta my mind,” he growled.

I swooned as his hungry eyes crawled over me, slowly feeding our lust. He saw everything I had for him, the creamy lingerie I'd picked out. White stockings, white panties, white bra.

White, just like something I'd wear walking down the aisle, or maybe on my honeymoon.

I'd decided that morning I wasn't waiting for a wedding to dress like his whore, his wife.

I ached to feel every inch of him slamming me senseless in our brand new home. It had been the longest morning of my life at Daddy's office, like torture, waiting to trade my long business dress for this lingerie I'd picked out as his old lady.

“You're damned lucky I'm gonna make you come your brains out before I shove my cock inside you, woman. It'll make it easier when I shred that white lace you're wearing like fucking confetti.”

He pounced, covering me with his massive, beautiful body. I moaned when I felt his cock press against my panties, nothing but sopping wet lace between us. Skin's lips pulsed along my neck, kissing down my throat.

His hand moved aggressively, pulling my bra aside. I whimpered and shook when he took my nipple in his mouth. It only caused him to growl, and pin me down harder.

Holy shit. Holy Skin. Holy Parker!

Yes, everything was holy when his wicked mouth went to work. His free hand slipped down the waistband to my panties and he circled my clit, faster and faster as his tongue moved like clockwork over my nipples.

I feared I'd come on the spot. My hands scratched at his powerful wrist, but he held me down so easily, dominating me completely.

This man never lied. He always lived by his word, doing exactly what he promised, whether he was killing monsters on the street or taking over every inch of me.

That meant I could never hide, never hold back, never stop the waves of pleasure from crashing over me and sweeping me away.

When a man possesses you so much, seizes every molecule with his energy, hiding isn't even an option.

“Fuck, Parker...I can't!”

Oh, but I could. His tongue moved to my opposite breast just as his thumb found my clit, running over it again and again. His rough fingers stroked my pussy to heaven.