Outlaw's Bride (19 page)

Clutching at his cut, I swung him around, threw the bastard at the wall like a shitty piece of furniture. Something cracked, but it didn't knock him out like I'd hoped. He yelled, tried to charge me, right as the rest of the clubhouse realized hell was coming down.

Everything exploded around us.

Asshole Beam crashed into my chest. He was a lean motherfucker, but he'd gotten enough leverage to knock me down flat.

We both hit the floor, fists swinging, snarling like feral animals, a death match surrounded in screams.

I grabbed his face and shoved it, hard enough to rip him off me, assuming I didn't crack his fucking skull first. Then his fingers connected with my jaw.

Blood flooded my teeth. I instantly knew the asshole smashed me in the face with brass knuckles – there was no fucking way any other bastard would bust my jaw this hard with his naked fist.

My arms wrapped around his back and felt for his spine. He wasn't just out to fight. He was going to fucking kill me if I slipped up. I had to fight, had to kill him first.

Asshole threw another punch, and I rolled my head just in time. His brass knuckles slapped the floor with a deafening bang, like a grenade exploding next to my ear, and I dug my fist into his goddamned vertebrae, pounding the same weak bone like a jackhammer.

Die. Die, you cheating, worthless sonofabitch.

I fucking wanted him to. But of course, I wanted to make him suffer first. Suffer good, hard, and long for putting his filthy paws all over my woman.

Too bad the brothers had other ideas. Before I could crack his spine, the asshole pulled away from me, like he was lifted up into the air by strings. Then it was like nine hundred pounds of bricks collapsed on top of me, knocking the air outta my lungs.

The bastards intervened, right when I had him where I wanted him.

“Let me the fuck up!” I growled, screaming with all my might. The pressure piled on top of me caused it to slip out like a whisper.

“No, goddamn it. Hold him tighter. Pin him the fuck down.”

“He's gonna kill somebody!”

I couldn't even make out who the hell was shouting. The voices all blurred together, Rabid, Brass, Asphalt, and Southpaw. All aligned against me to prevent me from snapping Beam in half.

They scrambled, directionless, forced to control the Enforcer who was supposed to be keeping their asses in line.

It took four mean bastards at full strength to keep my hands behind my back. Slowly, the pressure eased, and I got on my feet.

“Jesus, let him go!” Sally yelped, soon as she saw me. “He's bleeding!”

It was true. I'd been goddamned lucky not to lose a few teeth from Beam's punch. The blood kept coming, mixing with my spit, so fast and heavy I couldn't swallow it without getting sick.

I craned my head and spat on the ground. When I looked up, I saw Beam across from me, being held by several burly prospects. Hate blazed in the asshole's wounded eyes. I sent two blistering fireballs back at him outta mine.

“Piece of shit. You lost. Keep your goddamned dirty hands
off
my old lady, or I'll kill you next time for sure.”

“There isn't a ring on her finger yet, asshole,” Beam growled back.

The other guys stared at him like he'd flipped his shit. A couple seconds later, all eyes were on something else. Blackjack marched up the hall with his tough old fists at his sides.

“What the hell's going on here, boys? I've never heard a bash so quiet you could hear a glass shatter, and I've been to hundreds.”

“Caught these two brothers fighting over Sally, Prez,” Brass said, jerking my arm. “We stopped 'em just in time. They were gonna kill each other.”

“And I would've snapped his goddamned neck like a twig!” I shouted, spitting another bloody mess on the floor. “He tried to fuck with my old lady, Prez. Caught the bastard throwing her against the wall, and she was fighting him too.”

Blackjack swiveled to face Beam, a volcanic storm building in his features. “Is this true?”

Beam clenched his jaw, refused to say shit, even as the Prez got in his face.

After a minute, he cracked his lips and whispered. “The bitch wanted me before this asshole took her prisoner. I was only trying to make things right, Prez, find out how she really felt.”

“I didn't ask for any of it, you bastard!” Sally screamed. “I told you to keep your hands to yourself. You wouldn't listen. I didn't get two words out before you pinned me down, tried to cover my mouth. You tried to pull me into your room, alone.”

Blackjack's teeth flashed. He shook his head for about a second, and then his fist darted out, crashing against Beam's mouth so hard I heard bone crunch.

“You're a goddamned idiot, son,” he growled. “Are you seriously so new to this patch you don't realize another man's old lady is untouchable? Let's be clear – Sally's
Off. Fucking. Limits.
”

Beam shook his head, drooling more blood than I did. “It's not like that. We had something. I fucking swear it.”

He looked at Sally. Anger and sadness filled her eyes, and her head rolled from side to say.
Not a chance.

“Get him out of my sight! And make sure you keep the brass away from him.” Blackjack's face twisted with disgust, and then he turned to face me. “You're right to be upset, son, but we'll resolve this like the club charter says we will. Go home. Take your girl with you. We'll settle this in the morning. As for the rest of you – get the drinks flowing again, dammit! Crank the music up. This is our night, and the entire club won't have its fun ruined by two brothers locking horns.”

Blackjack turned and passed through the cheering crowd. An instant later, the boys released me, and I stumbled outta their grip. Took all my strength not to follow Beam, being led away by the other guys, out to the lockers where he couldn't do more damage.

I fisted Sally by the wrist and started heading for the garages. A little ways later, she ran ahead of me, flattening her palms on my chest. I stopped.

“Jesus, Roman, I'm so sorry. You know I fought him all the way, don't you?”

I wiped stray blood off the corner of my mouth and smiled. “Yeah, babe. I do. You proved something to me tonight. This loyalty thing goes both ways.”

She nodded. Her touch softened, became more delicate, slower as her hand glided down my abs, dangerously close to my cock. Before I could take another step, she let one hand fall below the belt line. That raging hard-on the fight killed sprang back to life with a vengeance.

“Save that shit for later. You tease me for another second, I'll blow the roof off this goddamned place.” Slowly, she drew her hand away, mumbling an apology.

I shut her up with a rough kiss, pulling at her bottom lip with my teeth before I broke away. “You got nothing to be sorry for. Now, let's get the fuck home.”

We tore down the road. Sally never held onto me so tight. She kept asking me if I was really all right every time we hit a stop light.

I told her I'd never been better, and I fucking meant it too.

I'd have hellfire shooting through my jaw tomorrow, and it didn't matter one damned bit. Long as I got her alone, naked, and moaning underneath me, I'd suffer a hundred blows from bitter cocksuckers like Beam.

Christ.
My dick sapped badly needed blood from my damaged face. Lust pounded in my veins, so harsh and tight and explosive I couldn't even think.

Never knew how the hell I managed to pull the bike into the garage and drag my ass inside. Jackie came walking down the stairs. The teenager's eyes lit up when she saw my screwed up face.

“Holy shit, is he okay?”

Sally looked up, and her face held a sexy prediction only I could read. “He'll be fine. Here, a hundred dollars, just like we agreed, plus a little extra for cab fare.”

She stuffed the bills into her purse and beamed. Whatever concerns she had about me getting fucked up were smoothed over instantly by money.

“I'll be upstairs, babe.” I walked up and took a quick look at Caleb, sleeping like an angel in his crib.

Then I went into the bathroom and started cleaning up. The hot water felt good, but it didn't do shit to suppress the hard-on becoming a damned missile in my pants. Every time I remembered the way her ass rubbed on my cock, fire crashed through my veins, lust incarnate.

I had to fuck this chick tonight. I absolutely
had
to.

The sexual tension tore me up inside a thousand times worse the way I'd gotten my teeth rattled.

I wiped blood off my face and gargled to get the metallic taste outta my mouth. My jaw resonated fire, but it was nothing some horizontal acrobatics wouldn't fix.

I heard the taxi pull into the driveway to pick up Jackie and take her home, then growl its way out again. That shit was like a signal to my dick, telling it we were
finally
alone, all except our sleeping son.

Fresh lightning sparked in my brain and spread through every nerve.
Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her.

It kept hissing through my vein like a damned mantra. I toweled off and walked out shirtless. Found her standing in Caleb's room, admiring our kid, looking intense as all hell.

“She did a good job putting him to bed,” I growled softly, coming up behind her. I wrapped my hands around her waist, nuzzling her neck, trying to resist sinking my teeth into her soft, sweet flesh for a few seconds longer.

“Yeah, she did. You feeling better?” she asked, spinning toward me.

I didn't answer with words. I took her by the hand and led her back into the hall, gently pushing the door shut behind me with my boot. Then my greedy hands hugged her closer, tighter, winding straight down to her ass.

I captured two big handfuls of the curves I'd been admiring all night, and lost it. “You tell me, babe. I'll be better after I fuck you so hard I wipe away every last trace of that asshole's fingers on you. Hell, I'll be better when you're screaming my name tonight, begging me to work this dick in deeper.”

“Roman,” she purred my name, wrapping her hands around my back and pulling me tight.

It was all I needed to lean into her, making sure she got a nice hard brush from my cock, still raging like a warhead in my pants. I must've caught her clit in the thrust because she arched her back and moaned, shriller than before.

“I've missed this hot, sweet pussy wrapped around me for two years. Two fucking years too long. Come on, babe. Let's catch up, talk skin-to-skin again.”

H
is eyes were full and dark. He'd fought like hell for me. I wasn't sure how he was even standing after the savage blow from Beam's fist, but he was, and the rigid cock brushing against my pussy said lust was a much bigger problem than his pain.

“Come on, babe. Let's catch up, talk skin-to-skin again.”

He lowered his head, growling as his lips met mine. My mouth tensed up, opening for his tongue, and I moaned into his kiss as every muscle below the waist unraveled.

We kissed for more than a minute, hot and rough and wanting. Then he snatched me up, pulling me into his arms, speeding toward the bedroom.

I hit the bed and bounced as he shoved me down. Roman pressed me into the sheets, covering me completely, moving his mouth over mine. He kissed meaner than before, trying to get his tongue deeper, deeper,
so
deliciously deep.

It was like he'd forgotten how good I tasted, and he never wanted to again.

His hands slid beneath me, cupping my ass, and squeezed. My legs instinctively wrapped around him, and I moaned when he broke the kiss, bringing his marvelous mouth to the nook of my neck.

Teeth. Fireworks. A molten heat like nothing I'd felt for two years exploded in my core.

His huge cock rubbed me through his jeans. I didn't know whether to shred our clothes this instant, or just let him keep going, forcing me to come right through my panties and skirt.

“Fuck, babe,” he growled, breaking the love bite near my throat. “You know how bad I've been starving for this? I'm
dying
, ever since I got my brand on you.”

“Not half as bad as me,” I whimpered, fixing my eyes on his. Then the bad girl took over. “Fuck me, Roman. I want you inside me so fast and hard it wipes away the last two years. I want you to fuck the bitterness right out of my heart, fuck away the pain, fuck me blind until I can't see anything except the future.”

His lips peeled back and he growled. He leaned up, throwing his cut off, before peeling off the Grizzlies MC shirt underneath. The roaring bear emblazoned on his chest showed itself, and so did half a dozen other rough MC symbols, swords and skulls and thorns inked on his beautiful skin.

“God, I've missed this. You've added to the canvass, I see.” I ran my fingers over the new additions near his abs, a 1% sign in a diamond patch, dripping like black blood.

I'd noticed them before, of course, all the other times he'd been walking around shirtless. But for the first time since he'd moved in, since we'd reconciled, they were all
mine.
I could study his incredible body in all the detail I wanted – at least until I couldn't do anything except beg for his cock.

“Bring those hands lower, babe. There's another surprise.”

He grabbed my hand and guided it down to the ridge tenting his jeans. His fingers squeezed over mine, making me feel his cock. I shuddered, and then jerked up when I felt something small and unnatural near the tip of his cock.

“What the hell?” I swallowed and grinned. “Jesus, is that what I think it is?”

His hands ripped at his belt and he shoved his jeans down, then worked off his boxers, the smile on his face growing. “You tell me, woman. Put your hot little tongue on my dick. Think about how the new improvement's gonna feel inside you.”

Orders, orders. And I couldn't help but comply. He leaned on the bed, helping me up with his hands, then running one hand through my hair, balling several thick blonde strands in his fist.

I rubbed my thumb over his swollen, angry head, finding that little stud. Jesus, it was real after all.

A small, cool, very metallic bead planted dead in the center of his tip. Just imagining all the ways it would feel inside me made my clit burn. I looked up at him as I loosened my lips, stroking his massive length, opening wide to draw him into my mouth.