Outlaw's Bride (32 page)
Authors: Nicole Snow
“Time to go, babe. Let everybody else have their fun, and we'll have ours. No bullshit – I'm gonna fuck you 'til sunup, 'til you scream, 'til the whole damned bed's soaked in our come.”
His hand reached for my thigh, squeezing it through my dress. I thought for sure my sweet white bridal gown would combust.
He didn't have to ask twice. With a snarl, he grabbed me, and carried me over his shoulder all the way down the hall to the elevators. Our room was attached, high up on the top floor. The place had an awesome view Rabid and Christa told us about when they'd stayed here in the summer.
But by the time we pushed into our room, the only view I cared about was the one in front of me. Roman threw me onto the bed and pinned me down, smothering me with his lips, stamping fiery kisses down my neck.
His fingers went straight between my legs, cupped my wet mound through my panties, and squeezed. I couldn't take it. I wasn't even sure why I'd bothered to put them on.
I pushed against him, trying to find room to take it all off. I'd never wanted us naked and joined so fucking bad before. Every nerve ached, and the swelling fire in my womb made my fingers nimble gymnasts. I was halfway stripped in less than a minute, only stopping to struggle with the zipper on the back.
Growling, Roman turned me around. I shivered with delight when his thick fingers found the zipper and yanked it down. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed everything down, unwrapping me, baring the gift he'd claimed. His hands slid back up, cupping my breasts, squeezing them so hard my nipples puckered.
“Hurry,” I begged. “I. Need. This.”
“Stand up and let it drop, babe. Everything except the stockings and those heels. It's all you get to fucking wear for the next twenty-four hours.”
He stood up with me. I barely shuffled out of the dress and unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts, before I was transfixed on him undressing.
The jacket dropped, and so did the suit, piece by piece. The bad boy underneath emerged in all his glory, the furious ink all over his hard torso rippling like a canvass in the evening light. When he shoved down his boxers, the bead in his cock shined, making it a target my lips couldn't resist for anything.
He smiled, watching me sink to my knees. I wrapped my hand around his length, feeling his hardness, and squeezed.
Holy hell.
His fingers reached for my chin, clasped it, and closed the distance between my mouth and his cock. “Suck it like I taught you, babe. These are the only lips I ever wanna feel wrapped around this dick.”
As if I needed any encouragement. I lowered my lips slowly down on him, teasing him, taking in his taste. His masculine scent stroked all my senses, a hypnotic majesty that took over each time I was this close to him, making me hornier.
Slow, gentle strokes, rapidly turning fiercer as the fire in my pussy roared. One hand snuck down and I played with my clit. I might have died with my mouth full of his cock if I didn't.
The thunder in his throat rolled out, building with his pleasure. His stern fingers fisted my hair, moving me faster on his cock, and his hips began to meet my strokes. I shoved my tongue deep into his crown, tonguing him in his most vulnerable spot, begging him to fill me.
If he came down my throat, then I'd lose it too. Hell, I'd finger myself senseless if I saw him shoot anywhere right now.
What the hell was happening? Why hadn't anyone told me the sex gets a hundred degrees hotter with that ring on my hand?
And it looked awfully good wrapped around his rock hard length. Roman's huge chest swelled, taking in breath, cursing it back out again as my lips quickened.
“Fuck. Shit. Goddamn, babe. Stop.” He wasn't asking. His rough fist tugged me away, until his cock popped out of my mouth. “You suck like a good wife. I wanna see you fuck like one too.”
“You seriously don't want to come in my mouth?” I bit my bottom lip, teasing him.
Please.
He paused, his eyes bright, considering it. Then he shook his head, giving my hair a jerk to make me stand up.
“You've got a month to get off those damned pills, Sally. I'm not coming anywhere except your hot, wet cunt 'til Caleb's got a brother or sister on the way. Might as well practice.”
Practice.
Yeah.
I couldn't argue with that, as insane as it sounded. Hell, I wouldn't be arguing with his insane desire to knock me up again soon. I hadn't told him, but I'd already stopped taking my pills two days before.
The holidays were a good time to get pregnant, right?
I wanted it to be a surprise, big news to break near Thanksgiving or Christmas for both him and Julie. I was also a little afraid of what he'd do to me when he found out there was nothing between his seed and my womb.
I had a feeling it involved rope, sore legs, and weeks of being bound while he fucked me and came inside me, until he'd claimed my womb for the second time.
He pushed me down at the edge of the bed, standing up while he pushed his length to my entrance. The fingers in my hair grew softer, sifting through my blonde locks, sliding down my neck.
“Fuck. You're the hottest old lady, the hottest wife, a man could ever ask for. And I'm gonna fuck you 'til you believe it too, babe.”
“Do it.”
Two words. It was all he needed to push inside me with a growl, and then the steady creak of the bed crashed into the pleasure surging through my body, drowning out everything.
It wasn't twenty thrusts in before my body tensed up and jerked. I wrapped my legs around him, clawed at the sheets, and screamed.
I came for the second time that night, and then I couldn't stop. Something inside me broke that night, and I shuddered through three mind blowing climaxes, each one harder than the last. I saw stars before he came, and not just in my eyes.
Outside, the huge window showed the bright lights beginning to sparkle in the sky. He pushed me higher onto the bed and climbed on, throwing my legs over my shoulders, the better to fuck me harder.
“You're not done yet. You're coming with me this time, baby girl. Milk every inch of my dick dry.”
My eyes narrowed and I locked my arms and legs around him, tight as they could go. I was growling with him by the time his thrusts quickened, pounding into me so hard they shook me like an earthquake, hammering me from the inside out.
“Fucking come inside me, Roman. I need to feel your heat. I love you, Travis.” I sounded desperate as all hell, like a different person, whispering those words.
It didn't matter. I sounded like his
wife,
the one who'd love him more than anyone else in this world.
My words caused his hips to go completely berserk. He fucked me like a huge, tattooed snarling bull, slapping my ass with his balls and grinding into my clit. I started to worry I'd lose control again, become another gushing, screaming mess before he finally pierced deep and emptied himself inside me.
No, I need his come this time.
Fucking. Need. It.
My fingernails dug deep into his skin. His expression matched the bear tattooed on his chest by the end, and he roared just as loud, stabbing deep inside me and swelling.
“Here's my dick. Here's my come. Take it, take it, and don't you fucking stop, woman.”
I wouldn't dream of it. Especially when his cock swelled more than ever, and he ran his teeth into my neck, holding me down like a vessel as he erupted.
We writhed together forever, locked in an embrace so fiery we matched the stars through the window, twinkling on the horizon. I came so hard I lost my breath, my voice, my everything, fused to the only man whose heartbeat could match mine.
The wedding ring on my finger turned molten hot, and I swore it was the
only
thing I felt as my body became a foundry, every inch of me melting, unraveling, merging into him.
His heavy breath and the gentler tickle of his stubble brought me back to life. That sweet sandpaper on his face always grew back so fast. Not that I'd expected anything less from a walking cannon of testosterone.
“You feel that heartbeat, babe?” I grabbed my hand, pulled it to his chest, right over the furious Grizzlies MC bear. “That's my love. That's what's gonna keep us up all night. That's what's gonna shake off the fuck-haze tomorrow and keep us riding to the orchards.”
“It's supposed to be a beautiful day,” I said, swooning a little bit when I imagined us riding on his bike along the rows of apple trees. The prospects had brought his Harley to the lodge, all we'd need to enjoy our special week.
“Here,” I whispered, pulling on his fingers until they hovered over my breast. “Feel mine. That's my life. That's everything I'm going to keep alive for you, baby.”
“And you'd better keep it going a long time, babe. We've got a lotta decades to blaze. I'm gonna make the most of it before shit slows down and we're staring at our grandkids.”
I slid my legs up and down his calves, reaching for his cock. “You'll just have to fuck me harder, I guess.”
He grinned, taking his hand off my breast to reach for my ass. A couple seconds later, he had me on all fours, dangerously close to round two.
“Careful, babe,” he rumbled in my ear. “You tease me like that, you just might get everything you ever wished for.”
The joke was on him. I already had, and the rest of our lives were rolling out before us like a slow moving sunrise.
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OUTLAW'S OBSESSION
I: Some Wounds Don't Fade
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t was hard to say goodbye to the kid because I knew what was waiting for me up the street.
Martin made tutoring easy. Only eight years old and obsessed with Napoleon, he wouldn't have needed me at all if the schools did a better job kindling his interests.
“His grades are already coming up! I dunno how you do it, lady, but you earned this. Here.” His mother, Shirley, gushed all over me, pushing the check in my hands.
“Thanks.” I was careful to make sure she didn't see how hard I pinched the scrap of paper when I stuffed it into my purse.
I didn't even take a second look to verify the right amount. There was no point when every single cent was going to an utter bastard who'd have me by the throat for the next ten years, no matter how much I earned.
Shirley gave me one last wave and I headed for my crappy old beater parked near the curb.
I got in my car and tried to collect my wits. It wasn't easy with the evening sun setting over Redding, casting its light across the dashboard. If there was one thing I hated as much as getting paid and forking it over to Big Ed, it was seeing my face in the rear view mirror.
The scars were still there. Visible reminders that the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club had wrecked my whole life, and it wasn't going to let up anytime soon.
Sure, they'd healed about as much as they were going to after a couple months, but my skin would never be the same. Fang robbed away what little beauty I had, torturing me in the back room of their clubhouse, all over an internal war I didn't even know about until he began to slice into my face and whisper death threats in my ear.
I pulled away from the curb and set off toward the nursing home, trying not to let my scars summon old ghosts. I'd survived Fang. Hell, I'd helped his own men kill him.
Missy, Brass, and that other man I didn't dare think about saved me from an agonizing end. And I returned the favor by marching out with them as living, breathing proof of everything the Grizzlies MC's old President had done.
Half his men couldn't take seeing me standing with Brass and his buddy, cut to pieces. They turned on the devil and his flock of demons. Rabid barely had time to escort me to safety when the shots started going off.
When it was all over, the man who pressed the knife into my face was dead. The Grizzlies MC chapter here in Redding began to change with new guys in charge.
Maybe their lives changed – I didn't care to know.
Mine didn't. Fang's death didn't change a thing. I was still knee deep in the same old shit that began long before the monster pressed his blade to my cheeks.
Big Ed answered to Redding, but he obviously wasn't interested in listening to the new crew leading their mother charter. He had his own agenda. All the bastards in the Klamath charter did, and they were going to make me pay until I was destitute and bloodless.
His bike was already parked outside the nursing home when I got there. A quick stop at the bank turned my hundred dollar check into cold cash, the only thing he'd accept. I added it to a couple hundred more I had waiting for him, hoping it'd be enough to make up for the payments I'd missed last month.
