Never Love an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (25 page)

I typed something quick back, told him I'd be home in another day or two, after spending time with Becky. I said a small prayer he wouldn't actually check in with her. I left it short and sweet, adding a brief note about how excited I was for therapy, and turned the phone off.

I hated lying to him, when he'd done so much for me. But Dad wouldn't understand this – not yet – just like he wouldn't understand that the only therapy retreat I needed was already right here in front of me.

“Shit, babe, you're awake.” Skin walked in, wearing nothing but his jeans low on his lips and a smile. “Just in time for eggs and pancakes. Get out here.”

I smiled as he took my hand and dragged me to the breakfast table. The first couple bites told me the boy knew how to cook, and that made me grin even more.

“What's up? Not enough salt?” He shot me a sharp look when he saw me staring out the window, chewing my food.

“Sometimes I can't believe I'm really here. With you. Doing this.”

Skin smiled, folding the long scar on his cheek. “Believe it, woman. If you want, we can spend every summer doing this. Can't imagine any other way worth spending the time when I'm not with my brothers. I'm gonna hit the town looking for places outside the woods next week, before winter creeps in.”

“Oh, we're moving in together already?” I couldn't hide the hope in my eyes.

“Damned straight. I'm not gonna let my old lady live with her folks forever. What kinda man would I be? Shit, come shopping for places with me. It'll give you something to think about.”

I reached across the table for his hand. “I'd like that. This is all happening so fast...”

“Yeah, it is. When I spot something I want, I move like lightning, babe. You'll figure that out fast, if you haven't by now.”

“No, I kinda had a clue.” I took another bite of my food, chewing slowly, enjoying the warmth and strength of my fingers in his. “What makes a man like you so decisive? There's got to be more to it than...well, that.”

I motioned at his beautiful chest with my fork, staring at the Deadly Pistols MC tattoo blended into his huge muscles. The smoking gun and skulls across his torso seemed more like a birthmark than something he'd gotten later in life, intricately and forever part of him.

“There's more, yeah. But it all begins and ends with this club, the only family I ever had, especially once my folks died.”

I frowned. He'd mentioned it before, but it really hit me for the first time. Guilt filled my heart, reminding me how I'd lied to my two perfectly sane, loving parents.

“My old man bit the dust when I was just shy of fifteen. The club had a run in with the wrong gang hauling meth on a run through Kentucky. They chased our guys right off the damned road with their trucks, and Dad caught the worst of it, a bullet through his back and a cracked skull in a ditch.” He held up his hand, studying the big Pistols ring there, the same one he'd given me as collateral in Ricky's spa.

“This is all I've got left of him. It's a good reminder how quickly things can go to shit. I live my life moment by moment, babe. Sure, I'm a planner when it comes to numbers, but fuck if I hesitate when I'm onto something good, or taking out any threats to the things I love. It's all I know how to be, and it hasn't let me down yet.”

“You're a good man, Skin.” I smiled softly, squeezing his hand. “I had my doubts after the rescue...but not for long. I get why you did what you had to. You risked your life for me when I was just a stranger, you and the other guys in your club. I wish I'd gotten a chance to thank them.”

“You will. Bring 'em beer or BLTs, and they're good.” His eyes flashed with a jealous, possessive energy. “The only man you gotta be concerned about pleasing from now on is right here in front of you. You're mine, babe, and I'm never letting go. Not for
anything.
”

His tone made me shudder. He was really, truly serious. He spoke with an anger ten times deeper than my dad's when he'd thrown the detective out.

This man had killed for me once, and he'd do it again in a heartbeat.

I finished my breakfast and sat back in my chair, safe and satisfied. It was the first time I'd felt this way in months since he'd saved me from the pimp.

“It's a beautiful day,” I said, loving how the light came through the window and caught his hazel eyes. “Can't we take a hike?”

“Sure, but there's something I've gotta take care of first.” He stood up and walked over to me, pulling me up with both hands.

His lips crashed on mine. The addiction in my body reawakened, tingling for him already, no matter how many times we'd enjoyed each other last night.

“What's that?” I purred.

“Turn around.” The edge in his voice told me he wasn't asking.

As soon as I did, his hands were around my waist, tearing down my jeans and panties in one stern tug. I gasped at how quickly he unraveled me, how fast he made me go from wet to completely soaked.

Completely his.

Skin took me right there. He bent me over the kitchen table and mounted me like a bull. He held me by the hair and fucked me hard, so damned hard I whimpered, loving his masculine force colliding into me.

Halfway through, he grabbed my shirt and pulled the loose corner down, just enough to expose my shoulder. “Fuck, babe, I can't get enough of how good my brand looks on you. I wanna see that every time I've got my dick buried in you to the hilt. You hear me?”

I did. I tried to moan a reply, but nothing except hot breath came out as he moved his hips faster, slamming into me, taking me to the edge.

“Every. Fucking. Time,” he growled, quickening his thrusts.

I couldn't hold it. I never could with this man, and it thrilled me to surrender to him again.

“Come with me, Parker. Please!” It was all I could force out before everything below my waist convulsed.

We rocked and came together, just like that, grunting in total heat. His cock slammed into me, deeper than before, and he held it there while he swelled.

Hot, potent come pumped into me, scorching me from the inside out, and wiping away what was left of my sanity. I let go and became a mess of pure pleasure, rocking on his erupting length, coming together in one sweet, frantic rhythm.

He kissed me again and slowly pulled away. I felt his seed running down my leg. Something about that made me smile, just being a vessel for this wild man.

“Shower?” I asked, stepping out of my fallen clothes.

“Sure, babe, and I'm coming with you. We'll clean up together. Then I'm keeping you full of me the whole damned day, overflowing, whether you like it or not.”

I smiled and took his hand. “Lucky for you, I think I love it.”

By mid-day, I thought I'd gone to paradise. We walked deep into the forest, bright and magical in all its hues.

I scrounged up what I could find in his fridge for a picnic, mostly sandwiches and beer. We talked and laughed, hiking into the wild, one with nature and each other.

I know how sappy that sounds. But I was love-struck, opening my heart for the first time as a brand new woman. I never thought I'd meet such a deliciously handsome, warrior like him, a man who made me feel completely secure, whether I was on his bike or in his bed.

We stopped next to a small creek and sat on giant boulders to eat our lunch. Skin sucked down his beer and passed me a canteen of water, pulling me into his lap as he did.

His dark brown eyes captured me and drew me in. I couldn't resist his face. My fingers reached up and traced the scar going up his perfectly square jaw.

“How'd you get this?” I asked, wondering if I should bite my tongue as soon as the words were out.

“Knife fight in Sturgis, not long after I'd earned my bottom rocker.” He smiled. “Trust me, the motherfuckers had it coming. I scarred their asses ten times as bad as what they did to me. I got off lucky – a couple inches higher and they'd have taken out my eye.”

Frowning, I shook my head. “Don't you ever get tired of it? The constant danger and fighting, I mean?”

He laughed. Deep, rich baritone that seemed to shake the whole forest. His feral edge should've disturbed me, but truly, it didn't do anything but make my nipples tighten and my pussy tingle.

“Babe, this club's what I live for. It's the only life I've ever known, the only one that makes sense to me.”

“But you're a smart man,” I mused, running my fingers along his stubble. “You're like the club's accountant, aren't you? You could do so much more with your life.”

I tapped the small TREASURER tag underneath his name patch. Skin nodded.

“Yeah, the boys would be lost without me. Lucky for them, I know how to handle the IRS just like the shitheads who disrespect our colors. There's nowhere I'd rather be than behind my bike or drinking with my brothers.”

He paused, deep in thought, and then snorted. “Well, fuck, maybe I can add one more place to the list...”

“Yeah? Where's that?”

His hand ran through my hair, took my locks in a fist, and pulled them tight. “In you, babe. And I'm not just talking about that sweet pussy I'm about to fuck right here. I'm talking about having you with me on the open road, having you in my room, my cabin, my bed. Fuck. I gotta get you out of your parents' place the second we get back. I can't stand having you anywhere else. You
belong
with me, babe. Here's the proof.”

His hand flowed down my neck and stopped near my new tattoo. It was still a little sore, but I didn't care. I smiled, overwhelmed with new passion, and put my lips on his.

Skin never did anything half way. He kept his word, flipping me around on his lap. His hands worked my jeans and panties down, and he took me right there, sitting on the rocks, squeezing my breasts through my shirt while he fucked up into me.

The closest I'd ever come to something like this was my last night as the old Megan Wilder, skinny dipping with the girls and the dopey rich guys.

Now, I was being pinned down and fucked in front of the universe.

Skin grunted, his pleasure rising, pushing his lips against my throat. I moaned, trying to keep it quiet, and failing a few seconds later.

His free hand reached for my clit, found it, and applied his expert pressure as his thrusts quickened. Blood rushed to my head before it arced lower. The distant foaming creek became a roar in my ears, mixed with his curses, his growls, his commands.

“You better fucking squirt for me, woman. If I pull outta you and my balls aren't soaked, we're not going anywhere 'til you do. Come on, baby girl. I know you can do it. Scream with the birds and the bees out here when you come on my cock.”

Oh, God.
Like I could resist.

I wasn't sure what the hell he was talking about, I'd never done anything like that in my life.

My pussy burned like never before. My hips bobbed up and down on his. I started grunting too, so rough and shallow I barely recognized my own voice, the animal need throbbing through every limb.

“Skin – yes! Let's come together. I want to feel you burst so bad.”

His sharp breath mingled with a low laugh when he heard me whimper the last two words. His cock slowed while his fingers moved faster, and his teeth sank into my neck.

I felt like I had a rocket between my legs, or a dam about to burst. The harsh blood tearing through me became a torrent, something I couldn't hold back, no matter how hard I tried.

My knees started shaking. It didn't stop me from bucking as hard as I could, riding his cock, fucking him just like a whore for the first time in my miserable life.

I'd been forced to sell myself to those other men. I hadn't really enjoyed sex with anyone before Skin. I'd been too self-conscious, too focused on what they could do to me, or too scared, just wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible.

With the biker sinking his teeth into my neck, marking me, all of that faded. It died in the explosive urge to please him, to feel him fused to me in the height of my own pleasure.

I
had
to let go.

“Come the fuck on, Meg. Stop holding back. Your little pussy's gonna soak every damn inch of me when I fill you, right?'

I couldn't answer him at first. I was right on the verge – if only he'd give me something more, add his body pounding strokes to mine, spill his seed inside me.

His hand jerked my hair, pulling my ear to his lips. “I asked you a fucking question. Answer me, babe!”

“Yes,” I hissed, barely a whisper.

His cock sped up. Shit.

So. Fucking. Close.

“You feel that fire building between your legs?” He growled. “You're gonna give it all to me. I'm gonna walk you through the damned mountains dripping me when we're done. You're my old lady, my girl forever, and you're coming for me anytime I ask. Got it?”

“Yes!”

“Fuck yeah, you do.”

Yeah, I did.

His hold on my body tightened. His cock sped up, hammering into me with the full force of his hips, all the masculine strength he had focused around my clit.

The tension building around my womb went off like dynamite, ripping me in two.

I shuddered, I screamed, I think I blacked out for a few insane seconds in the throbbing inferno consuming me.

My pussy completely lost control, and I could feel myself gushing all over him, adding my wetness to his as he stroked deep, buried himself with a roar, and erupted.

Skin never stopped fucking me through our blinding climax. His cock thrust in and out while he buried his seed, adding more heat than I could handle, making me come so hard my fucking heart stopped.

With other men, there was fucking. Then there was
this,
whatever it was.

No filthy word seemed fit to do justice to the wild cascade he'd ignited in my body, burning me down.

I gasped, desperate to refill my starving lungs, when I finally came down from the frenzy. Skin held me tight and stroked my hair. He hadn't gone soft. He held his cock inside me, enjoying my warmth, our heartbeats dancing as one.

“You believe in destiny, babe?”

Jesus. He asked me a question that deep when my head was still buzzing from the sex? I laughed and shook my head.