Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance (Outlaw Love)

by Snow, Nicole

  Yes, sir!

  I threw my hips back into his so hard the bed began to shake. I fucked him for all I was worth, feeling him slap my ass again whenever I slowed down, desperate to meet his frenzied thrusts.

  It didn't take long. The molten fire building up inside me broke through my nerves, the sharp, delicious agony he'd left on my ass cheeks blending like never before.

  I'd never thought I was into this kind of stuff. Tonight, I stood corrected, and I think I became the biggest pain slut who'd ever lived.

  Being spanked by the wild animal fucking me from behind sent me into a universe of blinding pleasure I'd never imagined. When I came, my pussy tightened so hard on him he had to use all his strength to keep going through it, fucking me into an orgasmic frenzy, robbing all of my senses except one.

  My mouth opened in a perfect circle and I tried to scream. But nothing would come out. My lungs burned to keep oxygen flowing into my convulsing muscles.

  And I twitched hard on his cock, flopping like mad, especially when he growled. Asphalt pinned me down so I couldn't move, leaving me a prisoner to his thrusts.

  I couldn't tell where the first blinding release stopped and the next began. I couldn't talk, couldn't breathe, couldn't even scream as he owned me in the deepest sense.

  He played me like his personal instrument, pulled every one of my strings tight, until they snapped off in the relentless fist tangled in my hair, the savage thrusts fucking me into carnal seas that tried to drown me.

  Can't breathe. Can't breathe – and I fucking love it!

  Pleasure overwhelmed me. I thought the storm was breaking when I felt his fingers on my ass again, spreading me open, just above his pistoning cock.

  Two stiff fingers sank into my virgin hole. He held them there, stroking me, while his cock slammed deep in my wet pussy.

  I came again, panting bloody murder, somewhere between a scream and a moan.

  His name was the only thing on my speechless lips. I mouthed it like a mantra as both my holes tightened on him, and he erupted deep against my womb with a vicious roar.

  “God. Fucking. Damn it!”

  The pleasure ripped through us. So hot, so intense, so wild I swore we'd fused into one shaking, grunting being for the next few breathless minutes.

  Austin, my love.

  Asphalt, my life.

  The one, the only, the love I'd always have written in blood, sweat, and tears.

  When it was finally over, I felt his hot seed trickling down my leg, just as he drew his cock out of me.

  “Jesus, Austin,” I said, focusing all my energy so I could roll into his waiting arms. “What the hell was that? Who knew sex could be so...so...”

  “Explosive? Yeah, babe, it's a fucking grenade when you're with me. You think you've got it all figured out, that you know everything I can do, but you haven't seen shit.” Grinning, he rested his forehead on mine, calming my lips with his before he spoke again. “You don't have a fucking clue how I'm gonna make your body shake in all the years to come. Can't wait to show you, Elle Jo. Cannot fucking stand it.”

  * * * *

  The boys were heading down to Portland soon. I overheard the whispers at the bar, sensing the tension coursing through the clubhouse like a dying autumn wind.

  The Redding men who'd taken old ladies made their calls. I heard Brass, Rabid, Roman in their private moments, telling their women they were going to come home safe, the last rites an outlaw has before he puts his life on the line.

  My heartstrings strummed each time. And every night Asphalt kept me at the hotel, holding me tight against his chest when we weren't fucking hot and hard.

  “You're staying under lock and key, babe,” he told me. “We'll keep a couple prospects playing rear guard to make sure you're safe while we make our big run. Don't fuck with them. They're trying to do their job.”

  I tried to keep what he said in mind. I'd grown up with daddy's prospects and brothers hanging around constantly, so having my own little security detail wasn't anything new.

  Too bad familiarity breeds complacency.

  The men were locked away all day in their meeting room, probably drawing up their final plans before they hit the Chinese hard. I had to get away from it, go somewhere to clear my head.

  Carbon drove me out to the park where Asphalt and I formed our special connection. I was looking forward to a nice, long walk, trying not to fume that they'd completely ignored my offer to help them translate.

  Okay, so maybe there wasn't a place for my services, and putting me back in the danger zone was too much. But I could've went with them, damn it, could've followed them down to Portland for moral support or more, if they needed to know what the Chinese were really saying when they spoke man to man.

  Carbon wisely kept his distance. I walked the long trail up through the hills, looking back over my shoulder. Fresh smoke curled from the prospect's mouth into the cool Pacific air. I couldn't tell if the look of boredom on his face trumped the disappointment that he was being left behind to look after me while the others rode away to war.

  Dark thoughts crept up on me for the past twenty-four hours, until I couldn't hold them in anymore. Losing daddy and Asphalt both was a real possibility, and it gripped my heart like a boa constrictor, threatening to squeeze the life out of me one anxious second at a time.

  No. I couldn't think like that. I had to stay strong, for both the men in my life.

  They deserved better than defeatism, and so did I.

  The sun picked a perfect time to break through the dull gray sky. For just a second, I stood underneath the lone beam, warming myself. Tried to absorb some sign from the universe that everything was going to be all right.

  If nothing else, it gave me the strength to get moving again. I told myself I'd hit the books later, maybe figure out what other languages I could learn for the club as a backup plan.

  Yes, I was actually considering Asphalt's crazy career offer.

  I rounded my way off the trail and looked for Carbon. Where the hell was he?

  He wasn't by the tree anymore. I shrugged, thinking he'd gone off to the public bathrooms or something. Maybe he'd snuck inside the small service building for a nip of something from a canteen – all these biker boys had to fall back on when they got bored and couldn't get into any new mischief.

  I headed for the building. Pushing open the men's room door, I poked my head in, taking a quick, cautious look inside before I called his name.

  Of course it had to be one of those old bathrooms that curved around a tiled bend, the kind that didn't let you see anything without walking straight inside.

  Somebody's footstep scraped the floor and a man cleared his throat.

  “Carbon?” I yelled softly, staying just behind the corner. “Is that you? I'm ready to get out of here whenever you're –“

  The man burst out from around the corner and tackled me to the ground. Before I could even scream, I hit my head on the concrete floor so hard my ears rang. He dragged me by the legs, and in the blinding pain, I couldn't even think to fight him.

  My legs wouldn't kick. My hands wouldn't claw at the ground. He swung me around the corner, kneed me in the spine, and began tying my hands behind my back.

  I caught a flash of several other devilish looking bastards in neat black work shoes, their cruel faces smiling. Each one wore the same small golden dragon head on their lapels.

  I managed to scream for a solid second before the Chinese mobster clapped his hand across my mouth. Cold, deadly steel pushed against the length of my back, making me shudder.

  “Scream again and we'll cut you open like your friend.” He turned my head harshly, pointing it toward the dirty stall with its door swung half open.

  Oh, God.

  I recognized Carbon's thick riding boots unnaturally touching the ground. Blood pooled out beneath his body where they'd laid it on the toilet, a thick, red stream that could only be coming from his stomach.

  He wasn't moving. He had to be –r />
  Shit. I sobbed against the asshole's hand, and the blade of the knife dug deeper into my back, one more ounce of pressure away from doing everything he promised.

  “Just try my patience again, bitch. You got my brother killed. You're coming with us to talk to Zee, and you'll tell us everything you know before we rip your whore throat out.”

  Behind him, the other two laughed. They whispered several words in thick, angry Chinese, the last thing I heard before the pounding in my head caused me to black out.

  Save your energy, brother Zhao. She'll have a heart attack when she sees what we've done to her idiot father.

  X: Crusade (Asphalt)

  “Gone? What the fuck you talking about?” I sat up in my chair, looking across the desk at Blackjack.

  Roman's hands instantly fell on my shoulders, trying to keep me from getting outta line.

  I shot him a nasty look. Fuck him, and fuck anyone who got in my way!

  If somebody had really taken Elle Jo, like the Prez just told me, then I'd punch a hole through the entire fucking earth to get her back.

  “A small strike team, no doubt, probably sent up here just for her.” The Prez folded his hands neatly and looked at me, his dark eyes shining. “You deserved to know since she's your old lady, son, and we're going to bring her back. That's why I brought you here.”

  “You're damned right we will!” I growled, shrugging off Roman before he could get a death grip on me. “We oughta be loading up and hitting the road to Portland right now, for fuck's sake. No delay. What difference is a few hours early gonna make?”

  “Not so simple,” Blackjack snapped. “There's heavy storms rolling through just south of us now. The Tacoma men need time to mourn their prospect, at least a few hours to shake off the shock.”

  They'd found Carbon completely gutted at the same park where I'd truly owned my girl for the first time. He seemed like a good man, but I couldn't care about that shit right now.

  I couldn't be fucked to think about anything except where my woman was, and what the bastards who had her were doing. That fucking animal I'd beaten to a bloody pulp in the storage container had been about to force himself on her, tarnish what was mine and only mine.

  My blood seethed like a volcano. I was about half a second from going thermonuclear, blowing the fuck up, and coating the Prez and the Enforcer with my own bloody gore.

  “Let me do whatever it'll take to get us there faster,” I said, feeling like a hero for offering them a diplomatic way out.

  Just let me get my girl, assholes, I thought. Then we'll all walk away satisfied.

  “Can't let you do that, son.” Blackjack shifted in his seat, slicking back his long gray hair while he tugged out a smoke from his pocket. He offered me one, and I shook my head.

  The man didn't speak 'til he took his first long pull and blew it high into the air. “Roman.”

  When I saw the giant walk to the door, cover it with his body, and stand there with his arms folded like the Berlin fucking Wall, I knew the next shit rolling outta the Prez's mouth was bound to be bad.

  “This club's at war, about to go off to fight the most serious battle it's faced since the Mexicans. If we play our cards right, it'll be the last fight we face for a good, long while. We'll bring Elle Jo home safe, and whatever's left of Gil. We'll murder every single Black Dragon in our sights.”

  My fist hit his scratched up desk. “Yeah? Where's the fucking punchline?”

  “We can't do any of that if we've got a loose cannon in our ranks. Son, for the good of this club, this mission, and your woman, I'm asking you to stay behind and help the prospects hold down SeaTac. We need someone here to protect our assets and make sure the Chinese don't hit us behind the lines while we go for the throat.”

  No way. No cocksucking, motherfucking way.

  By some miracle, I just sat there like a stone, holding in the rocket fuel billowing up inside me, making me feel like I was about to shoot through the goddamned roof.

  Blackjack's words washed over me. I saw Roman outta the corner of my eye, studying me, ready to knock me flat if my anger caused me to do something really stupid.

  They had to keep order. So did I.

  “You understand, don't you, Asphalt? This move's the last one I want to make when I know how hungry you are to tear a piece out of those sonsofbitches, but my first priority is keeping anyone from getting killed. Your odds are a lot higher than the rest of us when you're so pissed off, you're reckless. The Dragons won't claim one more brother, or any of the women who are family in this club. Do your duty here, and we'll bring her home. Got it?”

  Blackjack looked me dead in the eye and extended his hand. I took it without hesitation and gave him a shake, resisting the urge to tear his damned arm off.

  When I pulled my hand away, the Prez and Roman shared a bewildered look for just a split second.

  Too easy – what the fuck just happened?

  If I made them believe it, all the better.

  “I'm gonna get the hell outta here and work on the bikes. Need them tuned up in case we've got any surprises to deal with in our territory here.” I stood, slowly shaking my head. “Can't wait for this shit to be over, Prez, so we can go home to Redding without these fucking worries..”

  “You and all the brothers, son. You've got my thanks for understanding.”

  I held my rage as Roman stepped aside and cleared the door for me. Didn't show any emotion 'til I was out, and then I headed for the garage, just like I said.

  I watched my brothers come out with guns, ammo, and a few first aid kits for their saddlebags a couple minutes later. Blackjack and Brass rode out ahead of everybody, leading the big war party out through the gates when everything was ready. Rabid looked at me and gave me a stern nod on his way out.

  The respect in his eyes almost made me feel bad about the game I was playing. Almost.

  No, fuck that. With Elle on the line, nothing – and I mean nothing – meant more than keeping her safe.

  The boys would ride slow, probably take the long route through to avoid the lingering storms rolling through the Pacific Northwest. I could cut around them, beat them to Portland, and kill half the fuckstains who had my girl before they even rolled into town.

  I waited 'til it was just me and a couple prospects who'd come up from Redding. Fished out every fucking drink I could find at the bar to keep them distracted and seal their yaps. A quick call had the hottest pussy in town on the way to the clubhouse, three escorts with virgin looks and fake tits that would keep those fucks hammered all night.

  Then, when they were laughing like drunken fools with their dicks straining in their pants, waiting for the girls to show up, I stepped out into the garage one more time. The whores grinned at me when they pulled up and made their way in. I waved 'em through without a second look, not even bothering to glance at their asses bobbing in those heels.

  I had better waiting for me when I got my girl home.

  Nobody saw the shit I took outta the vault – the only new toy the crew left behind because nobody knew how to work it. The Devils dropped it off in trade last week coming from Montana, a peace offering from Blaze to Blackjack since he'd managed to calm shit down with the rogues in Tacoma.

  They said they'd send instructions later about how to use the high powered sniper rifle. I turned it over in my hands, marveling how it was just like the one I'd used at the range last month.

  It was supposed to be Roman's job to figure this shit out and keep it for dirty jobs in the club's arsenal. She was supposed to be in that vault, sleeping like an angel of death, ready whenever we called her to service.

  Too fucking bad I had to interrupt her sleep early.

  I packed her carefully on my bike in the long case, covering it with an extra tarp in case I passed any nosy cops on the road.

  I'd put that big, killer bitch to work for me at dawn tomorrow, and she'd help me get my baby girl home alive.

  * * * *

  I rode without stoppin
g for anything but gas on my way down. Took more than four long hours after leaving at midnight, and I approached the Portland outskirts in the same slow, brutal rain that slowed time itself to a trickle.

  Stopping at the last fill up station before all hell broke lose, I did a quick call to Blackjack. The boys were at least a solid hour behind. Told him everything was fine back in Tacoma, and asked for an update.

  They'd gotten slowed down by the storms more than me, despite leaving sooner, and one of the Tacoma guys had to stop for engine trouble on the way down.

  Fucking great.

  Great for me and the killer angel riding with me, the best chance Elle Jo had at being saved before the Dragons did worse.

  Blackjack was damned right about one thing – the hunger.

  I couldn't shake it, the firestorm raging through my system. My finger burned every time I thought about squeezing the trigger with those motherfuckers in my sights.

  Blood for blood. Vengeance. Salvation.

  They had to die so we could live. The way of the universe, kill or be killed, all I'd ever known. Except now I had something more important than that shit on the line.

  I had Elle Jo, and I'd sworn an oath on everything I had to protect her. I wasn't gonna disappoint her again, if by some miracle the assholes hadn't already fucked her over.

  If they'd stuck their greasy cocks anywhere near her, I swore to fucking God...a lot of men were going to die the worst deaths possible.

  The old plant they'd picked as a base looked like a goddamned castle on the horizon. I had to pull my bike into an abandoned weigh station to get a good look.

  The bastards were definitely there. Saw them through my binoculars, a couple sharp dressed Dragons out on patrol, lazily walking around the edges of the high gate topped with rusted barbed wire.

  Had to find my perch. Had to pray they weren't smart enough to have their own sniper, but I'd never seen anybody up against our club yet who had the cutting edge shit made for murder on my bike.