One Night in the Outlaw's Bed (3 page)

“Man, I’d fuck that girl two ways to Sunday.”

Diesel snapped his head toward Dallas and bared his
teeth, but the other male was still looking at Maggie.

“Fuck, she sure has grown up since the last time I
saw her.” Dallas was a newly patched in Grizzly MC member. He had been a Nomad
for more years than Diesel could even remember, and had hung around Steel
Corner for extended periods of time. So his knowing Maggie and recognizing her wasn’t
too much of a surprise.

Still, hearing Dallas talk about her like she was
another club whore had this fiery rage burning deep inside of Diesel,
accompanied by the need to knock Dallas’s teeth in.

“Shit, look at the ass on her. And she’s shaking that
shit like she wants me to go over there and fuck her.”

Something snapped inside of Diesel, and he swept his
arm across the table, sending the empty bottles scattering to the floor and
scaring the piss out of the females that hung around them. They scurried back,
and although the music was still loud overhead, the noise from the people had
dimmed and he felt their eyes on him. Dallas was still in his seat with his
beer bottle resting on his thigh. Diesel was fuming. He felt his muscles grow
under his skin, and knew that the scent of his anger was clear, yet that
son-of-a-bitch Dallas just sat there with this stoic expression on his face.

“Say something one more time, Dallas. Say one more
thing about fucking her ass, touching her, or even look at her and see what I
do.”

Dallas cocked a blond brow. “Is she yours?”

For a moment Diesel didn’t respond, but then gritted
out, “No.”

Dallas didn’t say anything for a few seconds, but
then the corner of his mouth kicked up. “So you’re confronting me about a
random female?” He brought his beer bottle to his lips and took a long drink. He
set it down on the table and stared at him with red-rimmed and glossy eyes.
“You actually willing to go head-to-head with me because of some
piece of pussy that you haven’t even claimed?”

Diesel tightened his hands into fists, but Dallas
just kept right on talking.

“Or maybe you have fucked the shit out of that pussy
and feel like going another round? I know you aren’t all about dipping your
dick in sloppy second cunt.” Dallas was piss-ass drunk, and when any of the
members were that trashed they seemed not to have a filter on their mouths, but
that shit was going to get Dallas’s ass beat, and that time was right now.

Diesel gripped the edge of the table and turned the
thing over in one powerful surge. His reaction was ludicrous, intense, and
uncontrolled, but his bear was taking charge right now. Dallas had the fucking
balls to still stay seated, and there was no doubt the asshole knew how close
to shifting Diesel was. “I’m going to beat your ass.”

Dallas stood, finished off his beer, and tossed the
bottle. He swayed on his feet, but righted himself and chuckled softly.
“All this over some female that grew up around you?”
Dallas
shook his head.

"”D, man, Dallas is clearly drunk,” Court said.
“He’s been in his own world. You know that.”

Yeah, Diesel had noticed, but that didn’t mean shit
right now. “Don’t fucking talk about Maggie like she’s just another warm hole
to stick your cock in.” He spoke to Dallas and pointed a finger at where he
knew Maggie stood. Diesel had no fucking idea what in the hell had gotten over
him. But he didn’t question it because he always went with his instincts,
always trusted his gut, and right now everything inside of him was roaring out
that he needed to do this. Hell, he was just thinking about doing the exact
same thing to Maggie as he accused Dallas of doing. He shouldn’t give two shits
who talked about her, or what they said. But it was like this possessive side
of him, the one controlled by his bear, had risen up so swiftly he couldn’t
comprehend what was happening to him. But he couldn’t deny that the moment he had
seen her sitting there, looking all womanly and curvy, had this very deep need
inside of him coming to the surface. Had it always been there and just now
decided to rise up like some kind of damn beast intent on staking some kind of
claim? Yeah, it really had.

He felt everyone watching this altercation, and the
smart thing to do was to just walk away, and maybe he could have if Dallas
hadn’t been running his fucking mouth. Drunk or not, Diesel couldn’t let it go.
His bear wouldn’t allow it, and his human side didn’t want to forget about the
anger.

“Dallas, if you were smart you wouldn’t say another
damn word,” Court said and took a step toward them. “You’re drunk and need to
sleep it off. Clearly you don’t know what in the fuck you’re doing right now.”

“Damn, D, you’re getting soft in your old age, and
actually starting to care about shit other than what cunt you’re going to stick
your dick in—”

Diesel didn’t let him run his mouth anymore. Yeah,
this started over Dallas taking about Maggie like she was just another female,
and although Diesel had never thought of her as anything more than a kid until
now, Dallas needed to know he couldn’t say shit like that. He needed to show
respect, and Diesel was going to show him with his fists. But then he just kept
going, and pissing Diesel off even more. Maggie just wasn’t some piece of ass,
and certainly didn’t deserve to be talked about in that way. Her father was
tight with the club, and because of that she counted as tight with the MC, too.
Even if she wasn’t in deep with the club in any other form than that, she was still
under club protection. He moved quickly in front of Dallas, intent on slamming
his fist into the other male’s face, but a hand on his arm had him instantly
stopping. The scent of Maggie filled his nose in a rush of saccharine
intoxication and something floral. He didn’t have to turn around to know it was
her, because there was this intense spark of electricity that slammed into him
at the point of where she touched him and rushed through his body. His cock had
grown soft from his near fight with the other biker, but now it grew hard as
steel in seconds flat.

Court stepped up beside Dallas and gripped his arm.
“Come on, man. This is not the fucking time or place for this shit.”

Dallas glared at Diesel, and it was clear the other
male wanted to go a round. Diesel had never had any issues before with the
other man, but the fact he hadn’t kept his mouth shut meant he was due to get
knocked down because of it. Stinger had been at the bar hitting it up with a
female, but he was now on the other side of Dallas and pulling him toward the
door. Dallas looked like he was about to say something, but Court made a deep
sound in his throat.

“Dallas, just shut the fuck up. Can’t you see that D
is hanging on by a thread? And if I were going to place bets I’d say D has you
on this one given the fact it is clear this concerns a female that is important
to him, and the fact you can hardly stand up straight.”

They stared at each other for another several
seconds as Court and Stinger tried to pull him back, and finally Dallas
relented, and the three of them went toward the front and walked out of the
door. Court’s words slammed into Diesel’s head.
It concerns a female that is important to him.

Diesel took a step back, which caused her hand to
fall away from his arm. He turned around and looked at her. Even though he
towered over most people, Maggie was especially tiny compared to him. At
six-foot-four and over two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle, Diesel was used
to looking down at people. Because of the fact he was a bear shifter he was
bigger, taller, and stronger than humans and many other shifters, but Maggie
was small, even for a human. She couldn’t be more than five-foot-one, and
although she had curves and thickness that went on for miles and had his
arousal climbing even higher until he thought he’d suffocate from it, she was
so little compared to him. Her eyes were this off slate grey color with a hint
of blue mixed in. They were a unique shade, one he had never seen before, and
that enthralled him. The scent of her uneasiness mixed with the alcohol in her
system made for a potent combination.

Her friend was only a foot behind Maggie, and the
sight of her wide eyes had Diesel taking another step back. Fuck, what in the
hell had gotten into him? And over some female he didn’t even know on a
personal level. Over the years he might have said a handful of words to her,
but then he had gone all territorial on one of his brothers because they
badmouthed her. Diesel scrubbed a hand over his jaw, felt the day old stubble
lining his cheek and chin, and breathed out. There were a lot of people
staring, mainly the ones that were passing through. The ones that knew better
than to gawk at a Grizzly MC member were busy trying to act like nothing had
happened.

“Come on, Maggie.” Her friend gripped Maggie’s arm
and pulled her back.

Maggie stumbled backward, but she never took her
eyes off of him, and Diesel found himself rooted to the spot. Her friend became
a little more persistent, especially when Diesel found himself taking a step toward
her. But right now his bear was taking control, moving closer, wanting to be nearer
to her. He wanted to run his nose along the arch of her neck, and the images
that slammed into his mind over and over again had him drunk with dark need.
What would she do if he tied her to his bed, and made her watch as he pushed
his dick into her pussy? She’d try to stop him, try to tell him to go slow no
doubt, but fuck, Diesel wouldn’t do that, couldn’t because he’d want her too
much. That need would have him gripping her body so hard she cried out in
pleasure and his marks were left on her milky flesh. He wanted to see his
handprints bruising her flesh, wanted that mark of ownership. A low sound left
him, but he couldn’t help himself. The thoughts in his mind were making him
feral.

He should turn and leave, because that was the smart
and safe thing to do, but he couldn’t force the human part of himself to do
that. He couldn’t find the strength to push his bear aside and be stronger than
the fucker.

“Maggie, we should leave.
Now.”
Her friend pulled her toward the entrance, and Maggie blinked a few times
before shaking her head and picking up her pace.

Diesel didn’t move, but he did watch her leave,
couldn’t have stopped himself from doing that either. When she was out the
front door and he couldn’t see her any longer, he took in a deep breath and blew
it out.

“Holy fucking shit, D. Care to explain what in the
hell that was all about?”

Diesel turned and looked at Stinger. He hadn’t even
noticed the other male had come back into the bar.

“Dallas gone?”
He ran his hand over his face once more, finally having the strength to push
his bear back now that Maggie wasn’t in front of him. He looked at Stinger who
was a few feet from him and had this blank look on his face. After the male had
got shot up by Trick over a month ago he had been acting reserved. Diesel had a
feeling that near death experience might have brought some realization to the
other male, because it was like he had done a complete one-eighty on his normal
personality. But he didn’t talk about it, and the members of the MC knew that
pushing for more from Stinger—or any member for that matter—wouldn’t do
anything but drive them back more. But instead of Stinger looking at life in a
new light as what normally happened when someone almost died, he just kept to
himself, and did what was asked of him from the club. He was still there for
the MC and the crew, but when it concerned himself it was like he was cut off,
totally switched to something stoic and blank.

“Yeah, Court took him back to the clubhouse to fuck
a club whore and sleep off the liquor.” Stinger watched him silently for a
second. “He was pretty drunk, D, and I’m sure he meant no harm.” Stinger
reached inside his cut and grabbed his pack of smokes. He pulled a cigarette
out, put it between his teeth, and lit the end with the lighter he fished out
of his front pocket.

“I don’t want to fucking talk about it, Stinger.” Yeah,
Diesel had known Dallas was drunk, and that should have been taken into
consideration where Diesel’s anger was concerned, but it was hard to tell his
inner animal that. The beast seemed to think Maggie was already his, and that
was bad fucking news all around.

Stinger nodded once and turned to head out of the
bar, but he stopped right before he walked out the front door and looked at
Diesel. “You want to hit up the barn and get in a fight to let off all of that
steam?”

Although Diesel had more control over himself than
he had just moments before, he was still clenching and unclenching his hands at
his sides, still felt the adrenalin pumping through his veins, and knew that
hitting up a fight in the barn the club owned on their private property was
probably the best way to let off this anger. It was that or fucking a female
good and hard, and the very idea of sticking his dick in a pussy that wasn’t
Maggie’s seemed abhorrent and not at all arousing.

“Yeah, I think the barn is probably a go.” Since the
club had gotten in business with Sticks, a human male who was deep in the
underground fighting world, and Jace, the Lion MC President, they were making
some good money being the muscle and partners of the illegal fighting that went
down on their property. Of course it wasn’t as much as they had made running
drugs for a few former associates, but it still brought in the cash flow. Although
no Grizzly MC member had participated in the fighting that went down at the
barn, he was about to change that tonight.