Outlaw's Bride (18 page)

Maybe peace didn't sound so fucking bland. Hell, once I started fucking her, I'd need it just to make up for all the lost time. I wouldn't be able to focus on shit once I started owning her pussy good and proper.

And if a day finally came when the club didn't have to fight the wolves so hard, then so be it. I'd welcome it with open fucking arms.

Sally looked hot. My dick almost burst through my pants and shot to the moon.

She came waltzing down the stairs in this tight country girl top, a short skirt hugging her thighs, and cowgirl boots to complete the fuckable trio. More important, she was wearing her old lady jacket for the first time. I caught a flash of the back – PROPERTY OF ROMAN.

Everything – and I mean
fucking everything
– about seeing that shit made my balls dump fire in my blood. I grabbed her as soon as she was in reach, whipped her into my chest, and smashed my lips down tight on hers.

She moaned with surprise, savored me for a second, and then pushed me off. It didn't take much to heat her sweet cheeks. Thank fuck, because that meant my odds were damned good ending up in her bed tonight.

“Holy shit,” she muttered, wiping at the lipstick I'd just smeared. “Calm down, big boy. We've got a long night ahead of us.”

Fuck,
did I love the sound of that. Lightning hummed in my cock.

“Is the kiddo okay, or what?” I asked.

“He's fine. Jackie's got him tucked in for a nap. She'll wake him up in a little bit if he's hungry.”

I nodded. Missy dropped by a few minutes ago to drop the teenager off, on her way to the party with Brass herself. Her kid sis had suddenly become everybody's favorite babysitter, and it was getting harder to pencil her in now that school was in full swing.

“Good. That's our cue to bounce.” Without another word, I grabbed her by the wrist, and led her out to my bike, relishing the heat in her hand.

Christ, what the fuck was she doing to me? Just touching her fingers sent pure lightning ripping through my skin, energy invading my brain 'til I couldn't think about anything besides her soft hand wrapped around every inch of me later.

No, dammit. Not now. I had to focus on the road.

“Hold on tight, babe,” I told her, passing her the spare helmet. I fixed mine and waited 'til hers was on, then we took off.

My cock pounded in my jeans the entire time her hands were on me. When we were just a few miles from the clubhouse, she pushed her hands against my abs like they were some special stones. Damn if it didn't set me off.

All I wanted to do was pull over, throw her down in the grass, and fuck her brains out. I'd jerk those hands over my neck and slam my hips into hers, fucking and rutting and coming 'til we were both spent.

Shit, the way this night was going, I wasn't sure if I'd survive without a straitjacket.

The clubhouse was booming by the time we got in. A couple new prospects nodded respectfully and opened the door for us.

I held onto Sally tight, pushing through the tight crowd of men in Grizzlies cuts, prospects, locals, whores, plus one Prairie Devil. Tank raised his glass when we passed him at the bar, and I nodded back.

We squeezed in next to Rabid and Christa, waiting our turn as the poor bartender worked frantically to keep the booze flowing to all the rowdy brothers and their women. Rabid's hand landed on my back just as I caught the bartender's eye, pointing to the huge bottles of Jack behind him.

“Goddamn it's good to blow off some steam, isn't it?” he said with a grin.

I nodded, and even cracked a small smile. Being strong and silent all the damned time was the best way to keep this club in line as Enforcer, and I'd never loosen up too much, even among my own brothers.

Still, I beamed on the inside, especially when I heard Sally laugh.

“Jesus Christ, girl! Now we match. Yours is so nice and shiny!” Christa beamed at my old lady, the scars on her face fading in her happiness.

She'd been tortured by our old fuck of a President, Fang, before we managed to kill the dead weight. Then she'd been through the wringer again a couple months ago, caught in the middle of our clashes with the Klamath charter up north. It was a fucking mess 'til Rabid and the rest of the crew cleaned shit up.

I grabbed a beer and mixed it with several big splashes of Jack, passing one to Sally as she yammered away with Christa.

“So, is this the norm when you're a taken man? Just sitting here all night drinking?”

Rabid laughed and shook his head. “Nah, bro. You gotta get some grub too, and take your girl out back to dance after everybody else starts to pass out or fuck around here.”

“Dance?”

“Yeah. Christa loves it.” His smile faded a little and he leaned in close. “Only thing is, I think I've created a fucking monster. She's so into it she wants to set up dance nights once we get the new bar running in town. She wants us to take tango lessons and shit come winter so we can be the ringleaders.”

I laughed and took a long pull of my drink. “You're fucked.”

“Nah, I'm man enough to deal, Roman. I'd do anything for that chick, even if she is a little fucking crazy sometimes.” His hand slapped my shoulder again. “Believe me, that's the way I like it. You'll find out soon enough.”

“Yeah.” For once, my hyperactive brother wasn't just bullshitting and looking on the sunny side.

I had a feeling he was right. Sally pulled on my cut 'til I turned toward her.

Fuck, that top. It got me every time. Her cleavage peeked out perfectly – just like the damned thing had been designed to get my cock going turbo.

“Where's the food? I'm
starving.
” She jokingly grabbed her belly.

Fuck, something about the motion made me wonder how hot she looked knocked up. I'd missed that.

Well, no fucking way would I be missing it again. My dick jerked, thinking about pumping another load inside her, giving her another kid I'd get to see from the very start this time around.

Someday,
I thought with a growl, helping her up and leading her into the small kitchen behind the bar.

Missy was back there with Brass, busting some cook's balls over the hot wings. The Veep looked at us with a shit eating grin on his face, thoroughly amused.

Hell, he had good reason to be. Putting on the brand does something to a woman, gives her spice and spunk. Not much different than the way a man changes as soon as he earns his bottom rocker.

“It's all open on the carousel over there. Meat galore. Don't be shy about stuffing yourself, babe, there's plenty more where that came from. They keep grilling all night at these bashes. The crazy shit that starts up after the families drop off always leaves the boys hungry.”

She cocked her head, and then a knowing smile spread across her face. I followed her to the buffet line, mercifully empty, and started loading up my plate.

“So much for eating healthy today. It's a miracle some of your older guys haven't had coronaries.”

I laughed. “You fucking with me? Red meat and hot sauce is practically rocket fuel in this club. Shit, same goes for any MC headquarters worth its salt that I've ever been in. Stop worrying about those hips. They'll still get me hard as fuck, even if they get a few inches thicker.”

Her jaw dropped. At first, I thought she'd taken it the wrong way. Then, the little minx stopped in front of me, giving her ass a solid push into my dick.

Fucking shit, I almost dropped my plate. I'd stuff myself with snacks and lay off the booze. The night was going better than expected, and I didn't wanna drink too much so we could get home sooner.

Hell, I'd pay Jackie her full dues for a couple hours babysitting if I had to. A small price to pay for hauling her into the new bed and getting my dick wet.

“Let's go,” I said, leading her back into the big bar area.

We found an empty table and devoured our dinner. Wasn't sure what Brass' old lady was digging her claws in about because it was pretty damned perfect to me. Still, no matter how much it pleased my tongue, nothing would taste better than having her lips on mine tonight, this time as a prelude to making every perfect curve on her ripple.

I couldn't wait to eat her. I'd tongue-fuck her cunt so long, so deep, I'd be tasting her for days.

A couple sluts walked by, both hanging on Asphalt's shoulders. One of 'em was Twinkie. She saw me and gave me a wink. I gave that bitch the coldest, deadliest stare ever, the same one I used during the interrogations.

There was no easing away from sluts once a brother decided to stop fucking 'em. It had to be a clean, harsh break, and it took me a few seconds to meet Sally's gaze, knowing she'd probably seen the fucking sideshow that just went down.

She had her arms folded, giving me a cautious look. “Are you still into her?”

“Get the fuck outta here!” I growled. “Babe, you've got two pretty blue eyes in your head, so I know you're not blind.”

I shoved my plate aside and pushed my chair over to her, slapping one hand on her thigh. I squeezed her 'til her skin rippled, leaning into her ear, pouring my hot breath out in a whisper.

“Ask me again. Does this look like I'm into that skank?” I swallowed, trying to hold the lust in, keep it from throttling my whole damned system just a little while longer. “Does
this
feel like I'm fucking into her?”

She shuddered as my hand slid up her thigh, brushing the skirt aside. I touched her panties near the center.

Soaked. My dick pounded, pulsed like it was surrounded by a bed of needles.

God fucking dammit. I needed to fuck this chick, and if she really couldn't see it, then I was gonna show her in the worst ways.

“Better answer me quick, babe,” I whispered in her ear. “We've got a lotta people here, and not a lotta space. Some of 'em are bound to see my fingers going in your cunt. I'll flick your clit 'til you come right here in front of everybody if you don't tell me the fucking truth. You think I'm into that slut, or you?
Tell me.
”

I meant it too. Hell, I meant more than I'd threatened. I'd shove the table aside and bury my face between her legs if she didn't spit it out. She needed to tell me I'd broken through her icy wall
now
, or else I'd smother her sweet cunt with my tongue 'til she creamed all over me.

“Me!” Her voice hitched, trying to hold back the pleasure as my fingers toyed with ripping her panties down. “I'm sorry, Roman. I shouldn't have doubted you. It's me you want...isn't it?”

“Damned straight. This is the last warning, babe. You give me those jealous puppy eyes again, and I
will
throw you on my lap and smack your ass. Then I'll bring you off so fucking hard you'll forget there's even another pussy on this planet to get upset about. My dick, my mouth, my hands only wanna go in
you
from now on, and I'm gonna get real fucking rough if they don't get there soon.”

Panting, she threw her hand on mine, just as I slid my fingers through her folds, finding her clit. I pulled my hand off hers, all at once, feeling my blood churn like magma, pooling in the steel pipe between my legs.

My hand was gone and she jerked up, straightening her skirt. The jealousy vanished by the time she looked at me again, and I gave her a satisfied nod.

Yeah, that's what I fucking thought.

I noticed our near empty plates and grabbed them, stacking hers on mine. “You want some more, or what? Another drink? We'd might as well enjoy this shit while we're here – unless you wanna get home earlier?”

Unless you wanna get home and feel a thousand times better than I just made you feel with two fingers on your bud,
I thought with a grin.
Unless you wanna find out how good this dick feels balls deep in your cunt.

She pursed her lips and ran a hand over her face, wiping away the sweat beading on her brow. “No, we'll hang out a little longer. Not that I'd mind turning in early. Let's go find your friends and their old ladies. But first, I need to run to the ladies room.”

I pointed her toward the big open one down the hall. My eyes followed her round ass as she disappeared into the crowd.

Shit. My cock wouldn't stop hammering, especially when I realized this chick was built to breed. She had the kinda wide swagger that makes a man drool like a goddamned maniac. Hell, I practically had to wipe my mouth, remembering how I gripped her ass while she rode my cock two summers ago.

How had I survived without that perfect ass for this long?

She'd filled out a little more since our last romps. She'd gone from fuckable to damned near perfect. Needless to say, I wanted a piece of that the same way a starving wolf wants fresh meat.

I couldn't wait to sink down deep in her cunt, reminding her she was always made for me, and only me. With her, there was something different, and it wasn't just the son she'd already given me.

I knew I'd never need to fuck another hole again as soon as I got her under me, owning her the way I should, taking over all I'd ever need for my greedy fucking dick.

I sat so long in la la land, thinking about all the nasty ways I'd fuck her tonight, that I lost track of time. All the minutes we'd lost didn't hit me in the face 'til an earsplitting scream rang out.

The first screech was so shrill and sudden, I thought it was some slut, or maybe just a high note in the half-muffled rock pouring through the speakers.

Then it happened again, an octave up, high and loud and unmistakably hers.

I threw the plates on the ground and took off, shoving fuckers aside like they were cardboard cutouts. When I saw what had her upset, I nearly went through the goddamned roof.

A couple brothers and their old ladies gawked at the scene, their fists trembling, unsure what the fuck they should do. Beam had Sally up against the wall, pinning her down tight, anger lining his face – way too fucking close to hers.

Instinct kicked in. I shoved two guys to the floor in my mad rush over. He spun around right before I reached for his shoulders. The dumb bastard flattened his fist in my chest. I had so much muscle there his best hit wouldn't even leave a bruise. His hand bounced off like a rock, and I grabbed him.