Never Wed an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love)

by Nicole Snow

  New tingles ran through my pussy, crawling into my legs, which slowly opened for his huge, powerful body. “I don't know about this luck, Dusty. I think you'd better show me so I understand. I'm a virgin, after all.”

  I smiled sweetly. It was either play the part with a grin plastered to my hot, red face, or else let the nerves and awkwardness consume me.

  Was that even possible with him, though? This all felt natural. So good, so right, so powerful, it unsettled me deep down inside.

  But I didn't have long to dwell on it when he began kissing my throat. Dust's lips ran low, down to my nipples, growling the whole way. He sucked them slowly, needling them with his teeth and fingers, taking his time to warm me up before I realized I was moaning, grinding my pussy into his knee.

  “Beg,” he said, one simple word when he finally came up.

  “What?”

  “You heard me, darlin'.” He smiled, quickly reaching behind my head and fisting my hair, leaning back so I could see his swollen cock pulsing, dangerously close to my pussy, eager to deflower me. Metal crinkled in his hand, a condom leaving its packet, before rolling over his relentless hard-on.

  “I ain't taking this pussy 'til I hear the magic word. That was part of the deal we made, the one that said this beautiful thing won't go all the way 'til you tell me you're ready.”

  Unbelievable. I didn't know how he could stand it, remembering that stupid, flirtatious dance between us that seemed like a million years ago.

  If my lust didn't have my pride on a leash, I would've balked. Instead, I grabbed his big arm with both hands, digging my fingernails in. I ran my legs up and down on his, loving how his hard muscle and tiny, manly hairs prickled my skin.

  “Fuck me, Dusty. Please.”

  “Pretty please?” he offered, that wicked smirk on his lips growing wider. “No, I think 'please, sir,' has an awful nice ring to it.”

  He was teasing me now. Angrily, I quickened my strokes, tempting him to ravage every inch of me, wondering if there was any other way to make him lose control.

  “You're...you're insane,” I sputtered, the heat raging in my veins making it hard to form new words. “Do you know how bad I've wanted this? How long? How much I still wanted it, even after my fucking brother burst in and saw us tangled up? Dusty, I want every inch of you inside me, taking what's been yours for longer than I care to admit. So, pretty fucking please with a bright red cherry on top. Please, Dusty, please. Fuck me.”

  Heat braised my cheeks, nexus points for the frustration, desire, and filthy words shaming the sheltered little girl inside me. She was what I tried my hardest to bury tonight. The side of me that didn't fit anymore.

  Not with this beautiful man, or the devils I ran away from.

  Tonight, I wanted to be woman, and nothing else. Just the bride, the whore, the mistress who took the world's boot on her ass, and then gave it back harder.

  I wanted to fuck this man so hard I forgot everything.

  Fuck him with all the love and hate and confusion building up inside me. Make him fuck me until we could both pretend we were safe, happy, and completely care free, even if the illusion would fade as quick as the moon once morning came.

  Dusty took a good, long look at me. Tempting me for the thousandth time with his hard grey eyes.

  “You're better than most pros at sucking cock, and you beg like a woman who's about to have her cherry taken should. Almost makes me wanna slide off this bed, get my clothes, and walk the fuck away.”

  What? He had to be joking. My eyes narrowed, staring into his, totally ready to send my fists flying if he was fucking serious.

  “You can't,” I said, locking my calves around his, wishing I were ten times stronger to force him into me.

  His gaze deepened. Bringing one hand down to his cock, he fisted it, rolling the thick head against my entrance. He held it there in a delicious torment, a physical symbol of the line we were both afraid to cross.

  “Don't worry, darlin'. Condom's on. If I walked away now, I'd drive my fuckin' bike into the nearest ravine once I realized what sweet, tight, fuckable pussy I'd passed up. I ain't going nowhere,” he growled, tangling his fingers deeper into my hair, leaning over me, ready for a kiss. “I'm done teasing. I'm taking what's mine because I can't leave this life 'til I find out what your sweet cunt feels like when it's coming wrapped around me. Find out how much louder you can scream my name. I wanted to walk the fuck away because part of me wishes I could keep you like this forever, darlin'. Forever pure, hungry, ready to give it up. Thankfully for both of us, there's a much, much bigger part of me that's ready to make sure my dick's the first and last you'll ever have.”

  First and last? He said it, and there wasn't a spare second to think what that meant once he sunk into me.

  Dusty thrust hard, but sudden. He went slowly, grunting as his cock worked in, making me grind my hips through the curious blend of pleasure and pain brandishing every nerve I had with fire.

  “Oh, darlin', you're tight,” he said, stopping for a second when he'd finally pushed in as far as he could. “Why'd it take me so long to realize you've been hiding a fuckin' thief between your thighs?”

  I smiled, pushing through the burn, bending my hips into him. He growled again, this time an octave lower, rougher and primal.

  “Your cunt's gonna rob me blind, baby girl. Not before I steal all the pleasure I can by fuckin' you breathless.”

  He was as good as his promise. His hips started pumping slowly, pulling back and crashing into mine, each time a little harder. I rode the storm, biting my lower lip a little harder between his kisses, the only thing I could do to steel myself against the explosion he primed in my womb.

  Hurricane Dusty tossed me around the bed until my expensive, imported mattress creaked and rocked beneath us like a cheap cot. He was wind and lightning, and I surrendered to the beautiful chaos formed by his muscles, his thunder, his take-no-fucks tattoos scrawled over every spare inch of his skin.

  His cock gave, and I took everything it offered. I let it sink into me, tear through the faint remnant of womanhood I'd kept up as a wall against any man for twenty-three years, and plunge to places I'd always reserved for my prince.

  Had I found him in this panting, groaning, growling mess we'd become together? Was Dusty the man I'd waited for most of my adult life, the one I told myself I deserved after I dragged myself up from that dark, dirty place where I was born and raised?

  Tonight, he was. I didn't think this could last, not with a man as hard and experienced as him who lived freedom like a daily prayer.

  Maybe it would end the second he decided he had his fill. After he'd finished tearing at my hair, stamping his furious lips against my throat, manhandling my breasts, and snarling his filthy, sexy pleasure into my ear.

  None of it mattered when he was balls deep. I'd found my prince tonight, the greatest fuck of my life. My heart didn't need magic because his dick was enough.

  Dusty pressed his teeth against my ear, breathing heavy as he fucked me harder. “Give it the fuck up, beautiful. I know you're fighting it. Fighting through the pain of my dick stretching you to fit. Fighting me because you're afraid I'll think you're something less if you explode on my balls so hard you soak the fuckin' sheets.”

  “Dusty...” I moaned into his palm, suddenly gripping my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I want to, I want to –“

  “Fuck, yeah, you do. And you're gonna let your pussy do what it does best. Come for me, Hannah. Come so fuckin' hard the only thing left on your mind is when this dick's bringing you off again.”

  Holy shit. He'd gotten a little rougher with every stroke, a little more controlling. That meant a whole lot sexier in some strange, twisted sense I'd only started understanding.

  Whatever he was, it seized my body like mad. I arched my back, threw my full weight into him, and rode his cock, taking his thrusts without holding back, even when they shook me down to the bone.

  Dusty reared up, fucking me faster,
harder, grinding his pubic bone into my clit. He lifted my ass with his free hand, tangling my hair in one fist with the other, throwing his full weight into it.

  He railed my whole body, and I loved it.

  Loved it so fucking much I couldn't hold back. Dom and his demons died with the ones inside me when the spine-tingling pleasure surged, overloading me, bringing every sense I had to ruin, save one.

  Coming? No, this was more.

  This was a full body, brain shattering supernova, a climax so intense it sent shades of red searing through me. I never understood how he held on, fucking me straight through it, slamming his cock in faster and harder while my pussy convulsed around every inch of him.

  Dusty did, though. He brought me home. Carried me deep into myself and back to him again, down the places where life and death intertwined, and only our bodies could speak in a language that made any sense.

  Our flesh must've written an entire volume in the next hour. My first climax blurred into the next, when he flipped me over, spread my legs, and mounted me from behind.

  His muscles bulged, his breathing grew more ragged with every stroke. He wanted to give it up, but he wouldn't yet, not until he'd owned every inch of me several times over.

  And every part of me cried out for more, a complete slave to his body for the night, hopefully the first of many.

  “You're so fuckin' beautiful when you let go, darlin,” he growled softly, reaching around my thigh for my clit. “I don't want to miss you going off again when I give you my come.”

  “Do it!” The words came out in a savage, breathless plea that almost seemed like they were spoken by someone else. “Please, Dusty. Please.”

  “Fuck, Hannah.” His thrusts quickened, slamming his full weight against my ass as he went deep, his balls swinging up to slap my skin softly each time he did. “What the fuck you doing to me, woman? You're driving me outta my goddamned mind.. Like nobody ever has.”

  He'd let the frenzy overwhelm him. I shouldn't have let myself read anything into those mad, sweet words spoken in the blinding place before he exploded.

  But I did. Damn it, I let myself believe him, let my heart swing happily in my chest behind my breasts, rocking like mad. His fist in my hair jerked me up, and his hand came down on my ass, a single fiery clap sending me over the edge again.

  My pussy came on his cock so hard I screamed, the best way I'd ever lost my voice. This time, it was enough to bring him with it.

  Grunting, growling, thrusting like an engine designed to fuck me into oblivion, Dusty added his pleasure to mine. He came, his cock swelling deep inside me, slamming to a halt just short of my womb as his pleasure ripped through him.

  “Fuckin' shit, babe, I'm –“

  “Coming!” I finished for him.

  Just a split second before we finished together, losing ourselves speechless in the hot, bright parade sweeping over us. Flesh, blood, and lightning gave us better words than any we could say for the next several minutes.

  We let our bodies speak the secrets our hearts still weren't ready to give up.

  “You're going on the pill or whatever works best, darlin'. Next time we fuck, I want everything going in you, soaking the sheets when we're done. Only way it should be.” Dust laid next to me, his big arms wrapped around me, resting my head on his wide chest.

  “So there's going to be a next time?” I mused, slowly running my fingers down his body. Just like admiring a statue, some fine piece of art that had somehow tumbled into my bed and come to life.

  Dusty's face tensed, as if he knew he'd said too much. “You're breaking all the damned rules. You know that, babe?”

  “I expect it,” I said, smiling at the stern, sexy confusion clouding his face. “Don't worry. The club doesn't have to know about any of this. Nothing beyond what Huck already thinks he knows, I mean.”

  “Shit, what's the point in hiding? I came down tonight because they had a good idea what's been going on between us. Only thing is, we finally made it real.”

  “We did,” I said, running my hand up his strong neck, tracing his jawline, fingertips grazing his stubble. I couldn't get enough of it scratching my skin when he worked his way up, down, or sideways. “You worry too much, Dusty. My brother isn't the type to hold grudges. He'll get used to the idea, and then he'll get over it, sooner or later.”

  “Gotta be sooner for the club's sake. All hell's about to break loose when we hit the Deads, or if Joker decides he ain't playing by the rules no more.”

  “You can't control any of that.” Easy for me to say when I had my own very big, angry dragon breathing down my neck, who'd murder me without a second thought because I had absolutely no control over it.

  Jesus. I knew sex could change a lot, but I didn't know it could do the unthinkable – make me stop worrying.

  “That's where you're wrong, darlin'. My whole damned life's been leading up to this point. I ain't missing my chance to clean house for good.” He stared at me, his eyes determined. “My boys deserve to be happy. Shit, everybody wearing the patch keeps getting hitched and popping out kids lately. A man looses his taste for blood when he's got a family to chase after. My job's making sure my brothers never have to worry about catching a bullet, or coming home to their kin in pieces.”

  I smiled. Underneath the endless badass bluster and 'fuck all' armor, there was a heart underneath, a selfless one.

  “What about your future, Dusty?” I asked, running my fingers over his brow. “Don't you ever think about what it'll take to make you happy? Maybe someday you'll find something that makes you want to settle down with more than just your business and bikes.”

  “Plenty of time left to sort that out,” he said, his eyes growing distant and cold for a moment, before they snapped back to mine, warmer than ever. “Tonight, I've got all I need to put the devil himself at ease. I'm looking at her.”

  Could a woman swoon laying down?

  Who knows, but his lips were suddenly irresistible, and not just because he had a knack for being kissable. By the time our mouths connected, his hand crawled down my spine, reaching for my ass.

  Coding promised to be double hell tomorrow, after the fun was over and I watched him drive through my gate, returning me to loneliness. Didn't even matter.

  I'd work my fingers hard, until they were just as tired as the space between my legs, and my own worn heart. I had to do everything I could to settle my evil debts and save my life.

  Because for the first time in a long time, I had a future that wasn't a complete shit show staring at me.

  So close I could taste it, touch it, let it pick me up and carry me away. And that's exactly what he did, over and over, deep into the night.

  We enjoyed each other for hours, collapsing in a satisfied purr when our bodies refused to let us have any more. Heaven met my bed, and it was beautiful.

  We kissed, we caressed, and we drifted away with our hearts in a single rhythm. And we were almost asleep when we heard the banging I thought would end the world.

  Dust bolted up, reaching for his gun, stumbling to get dressed. I just sat with the sheet pulled around me, my eyes filled with terror.

  It couldn't be Dom or his men...could it? I chewed my lips, wondering if I should break down and soil our bit of heaven, confess everything I'd kept hidden for so long.

  “Dusty? Where are you –“

  He was already in the door frame, fully dressed, and spun around with a look that said don't ask. I nodded, the last glance we shared before he slipped out, slowly racing downstairs to meet whoever the hell was banging at the door at this ungodly hour.

  I clenched my phone so hard I swore it would break in my fingers. Just listening, staring into the darkness, waiting for the gunshots that would make me scream into the night.

  They never came.

  I counted to one hundred before I stood, slipped on my robe, and stepped out very carefully, taking the stairs down a floor slowly, like I feared they'd send me tumbling down with a single misstep.


  “Shit. Fuck! We gotta get that kid back, dammit.” Dust stood in the entryway red faced, growling to a prospect, one hand on his forehead.

  I'd been around Huck long enough to know that when a biker looked like this, it didn't mean things had just gone to hell. Something awful was happening.

  “Prez, you want me to start rounding up the brothers? I came here first, soon as I heard. I'll hit the road, go by everybody's house, bang on their fucking windows 'til they're heading for the clubhouse.”

  “Do it, and I'll meet you there. Call Firefly and tell him to get all our assets on lockdown. Can't have anybody local fuckin' with us while we're ass deep in emergency.”

  The prospect nodded, and took off like a rabbit, running out the open door. My screen was about to slam shut when Dusty mashed his hand against it, heading for his bike.

  “Dust!” I called after him.

  He stopped, stared, and spun around like a whirlwind. He gave me about three seconds to catch up to him. I could tell he was counting in his head, wondering how much time slipped by.

  “What's going on? You look terrible. Please tell me you aren't about to ride into danger without even a kiss goodbye.” It sounded selfish, but I meant it.

  He looked me up and down, his steely eyes traveling over me, as if for the last time. That scared me worse than anything.

  “Some sick bastards got their hands on Joker's kid. I ain't promising you shit, Hannah, because I fuckin' can't. Not now.”

  “Jesus! Not the little boy...” My heart skipped a beat at the thought, and then again when I imagined what crazy, rabid Joker would do to get him back.

  “Yeah, now you know. Darlin', listen. I'll do everything I can to drag my ass home in one piece, same as everybody else. You're too close to the club between your brother and me. You oughta be on lockdown with everybody else, walled off at the clubhouse.”

  No. I couldn't let that happen when I still had a mountain of coding to do, plus a madman with a gun to my head.

  “Nobody knows about me, Dusty. I need to stay here for work. I'm not some defenseless little girl who needs the club's protection. Lord knows I've let Firefly post guards around here often enough.” I gave Dust a reassuring look, but he wasn't softening.