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

by Nicole Snow

  This was authentic. A prince was about to take me, and it didn't take much imagination to complete the illusion. Only this prince was harder, way more tattooed, and probably had a much filthier mouth than any spoiled bastard who'd ever worn a crown.

  “Open those fuckin' legs, baby girl,” he growled, pushing my thighs apart. I hesitated for too long, lost in my thoughts.

  His hands moved rougher, opening me, his lips laying kisses against my soft belly. “Pay attention. If I gotta start asking twice, I'm gonna tie you the fuck up in these silk sheets and bend you around any way I want.”

  Yes! Yes, please!

  My back arched, perfectly timed to his lips moving lower. He sank down near my knees, kissing his way up, up, stamping warm heat across my thighs. His breath poured over my pussy, teasing me.

  Muscles I didn't know I had wound unbelievably tight. I tried to wiggle toward his face, but he stopped me, holding me back, forcing me to suffer the anticipation.

  “You get my tongue when you tell me you love wearing my name and my ring,” he growled. “Say it, Cora. Make me believe it.”

  Holy fucking shit. Didn't he have a clue what he was asking?

  I squirmed in his hands, desperate to be licked, fingered, fucked. But he was asking me to open all the way, to let him into the deepest part of me.

  Oh, God. I hadn't realized he was an expert psychologist along with being an outlaw and a tattoo artist. Lucky me!

  “I love wearing whatever you give me, Huck. Everything,” I whimpered, feeling him pulse more fiery breath across my pussy, focusing around my clit. “Really, I do. I want it all. I want you to take me.”

  “Fuck, you're a good actress. Almost believe you. Almost.” His thumb started in my thin strip of pubic hair, slid down, and pushed into my folds, moving dangerously close to my clit.

  But not close enough!

  I bit down, clenching my teeth. Going insane from the raw need stabbing me didn't begin to describe this torture.

  “What more do you want?” I snapped, wishing he wasn't able to hold me down like this. Good thing I loved it. “I told you, I'm serious. I love you, you bastard. I. Love. You.”

  No! I didn't realize what I'd said until it was out of my mouth and in his ears.

  Shit. My lips trembled. I was about to try to claw it back, come to my senses, stop the sopping wet sex fever from drowning me in words I really shouldn't say.

  But Firefly never gave me that chance. His fingers pulled my pussy lips open and his face moved into me. Licking, sucking, devouring, shoving me into frantic pleasure.

  His thumb barely moved when my body gave it up. Electric currents hit hard, and he slid two fingers into me, jerking them like mad across my soft, quivering wall.

  My clit went between his teeth. He sucked it, wiped it with his tongue until it swelled and pulsed in his mouth.

  Fuck it. There was nothing left to do in the lunatic heat roasting me alive except own it.

  “Don't stop, love. Never, never fucking stop! I love you, Firefly. Love. You.”

  His free hand grabbed my ass, pulling me into his face. He made me ride him with an intensity that didn't even seem human.

  I came so hard I thought I'd go blind. The words screaming out of my mouth wilted into nonsense, shrieks and moans and sounds I couldn't classify.

  Firefly licked me to heaven and back again. His tongue did things to my clit that caused every muscle in my body to jerk like mad. My eyes rolled back in my head and I let his storm sweep me away, circling deeper into his passion, coming for this sexy, merciless bastard I'd just told the bitter truth.

  Quaking, moaning, and sliding all over his mouth and stubble, I let sheer ecstasy carry me away.

  When it ended, I was panting. He wasn't finished.

  My lover reared up, wiping his mouth, the fearsome tattoos on his chest contorting with his awesome muscle. “This pussy tastes better than ever tonight. I'd eat it again if it weren't so wet it was begging for my dick.”

  He reached for my nipple, and rolled it until I moaned. Eyes shut, I whimpered, letting my words match the plea in my body.

  “Do it. I want you inside me.”

  Like he needed any encouragement. Firefly's weight shifted between my legs, the head of his thick cock rubbing through my folds.

  “Damned good thing nobody knows where we are. I'd blow their brains out and still keep fucking you if we got interrupted now,” he growled, kissing my throat, then digging his teeth into my tender skin. “Turn over. I want you on your knees, taking every inch of me that's about to go off like a hand grenade, darlin'.”

  He helped shuffle me onto my hands and knees. Then I felt him, pressed hard against my ass, tense and oh-so-ready to plunge deep.

  “Fuckin' love your greedy, sweet little cunt. I'm gonna give it everything it wants, and then some,” he said, pushing into me. His hand slapped my ass – the cheek that hadn't been stamped with his name earlier tonight. “Fuck. You were beautiful before, baby, but seeing my name on your ass? Hotter than all the fuckin' stars rolled into one.”

  He began thrusting, pumping, fucking me deep. I buried my face in the fancy pillows, all that was stopping me from screaming my lungs out.

  It didn't take long before the first climax crashed over me. I was prone, open to his power, every single inch of me shaking when his hips collided with mine.

  His fingers dug into both ass cheeks, the leverage he needed for fucking me harder. Mine went straight into the sheets. Holding, tangling, pulling them, desperate to ground myself to something before he fucked me right off the face of the earth.

  Every piston of his cock into me fed the fireball building near my womb. I couldn't take it, the way he fucked me, filled me, owned me.

  Then he took my hair in his fist, threatening to get me to make this place echo with my shrieks.

  “Come on this cock, darling. Come 'til you soak the fuckin' sheets.”

  Oh, hell. Helllllllllllllllllll!

  I exploded. Saw stars. Convulsed on him as he went balls deep, grinding his length into me, making me feel every throbbing inch as he added his heat to mine.

  His cock lit me on fire, searing every nerve. His seed would extinguish it, but only after we'd both been wracked with so much pleasure we were spent.

  Completely, unquestionably exhausted.

  “Love this beautiful fucking pussy. Love fucking it. Love owning it,” he said, his voice a harsh whisper, growling through his pleasure. “Fuckin' love you.”

  That last part set me off all over again. My body milked a few last bursts of pleasure from his cock before I collapsed, wondering if we'd left scorched holes in the fancy silk sheets.

  9

  Where There's Smoke (Firefly)

  “You gotta be shittin' me. It's raining again?” I climbed out of bed, walking over to the huge French doors leading to the balcony. Took a couple seconds for my legs to limber up after fucking all night. “Day fuckin' ten. Where does the time go?”

  “I'll give you three good guesses,” Cora said, sauntering up behind me and placing her soft, sweet hands on my shoulders. Woman rubbed them like a masseuse, using my body to shield her from the chill air.

  It had turned damned cold with the rain blowing in from the Smokies the past three days – or was it four?

  Hell, we'd both lost track of time, being cooped up here for a solid week. Easy to ignore everything when I'd spent every damned day inside her.

  “Gonna have to make a run to town for food soon. We've chewed our way through all the shit here that I know how to pronounce, much less make.” I looked at her and smiled.

  She hugged my waist, running her hands over my abs, teasing my cock hard again. “I'd like to come with,” she whispered.

  Turning around, I pulled her hands off me, and shot her the look that said bodyguard, not just lover. “No. Rules are rules, Cora. You're staying put, whatever the fuck I do. I really oughta call the prospects to look in on you if I ain't around, but the club's been so damned shor
t handed...”

  My brow furrowed. Couldn't even hide it. The constant danger hanging over us was beginning to sting my ass like a swarm of hornets.

  At first, it was easy just to settle, to ignore the bullshit. Bringing her off like a goddamned bull in rut every night helped.

  A man didn't have to worry when he had the best pussy of his life throttling his dick. All the hell wilted when I threw her legs over my shoulders and slid the fuck into her, making her feel every smack of my balls on her ass.

  But every second I wasn't in Cora, wedged between her legs as she thrashed all over my cock, I couldn't stop thinking about the mission.

  The Atlanta Torches were coming. Sooner or later, some rat from the Heel would tell them I'd married the chick they were looking for. They'd sweep into Tennessee anytime now.

  Searching. Coming for my girl. Coming to raise hell and kick my club's balls off.

  Blood? Guaranteed. Shit, mine boiled with the certainty.

  “I'm calling Lion and Tin now,” I said, pulling out my phone. “They'll keep an eye on shit here while I make a supply run. Gotta stop by the clubhouse too, make sure everything's still in line.”

  No sooner than I hit the button to dial, somebody began banging on the door.

  We both almost hit the fucking roof.

  “Get down!” I growled, pushing her gently to the floor. I swept my hand across our pile of clothes 'til I found my nine.

  If somebody was coming in to fuck with us, they were gonna catch a bullet through the chest.

  The double door looked fancy, but the hinges were complete trash. It busted a second later, and I held her down, crouching behind the bed with my gun aimed at the intruder.

  My arm wilted in a heartbeat when I saw who it was. I blinked, did a double take like something outta a damned cartoon.

  “Prez?! No fuckin' way.”

  “Way, asshole.” He stepped in, heading toward me without stopping. Dust had a white band wrapped around his neck, hiding the damage he'd taken from Red Beard. “Took me all damned day to get it outta Joker. Only gonna ask you one time – what the fuck did I tell you, boy?”

  He stopped in front of me, drew his blade, and looked at us. Cora whimpered on the ground. I grit my teeth, wondering why the hell we had the worst timing in the world.

  “Fuck. You okay, darlin'?”

  “Okay?” She sat up, pulling her gown tight, flushing bright red. “Okay?! Jesus, no. I thought he was somebody coming to kill us! Dust, can't you at least knock or yell through the damned door first?”

  “Well...” Prez looked at me like she wasn't far from the truth.

  She stood up, got in his face. Shit, this was bad. I hopped up too, ready to pull her back. Girl needed a reminder she shouldn't be getting in the middle of club biz like this.

  “Leave him alone,” she said harshly. “Firefly's doing everything you told him to do. He's protecting me. He's kept me company. Isn't that enough?”

  Prez looked past her, giving me the stink eye. “Motherfucker. You put her up to this, didn't you?”

  He blew toward me, put his hands around my throat, and backed us all the way to the wall. We crashed against it, fighting for the upper hand.

  Fucking shit! Couldn't bring myself to throw a punch at the Cap'n – not when he'd saved my ass more times than I could count.

  Wouldn't have done me a lick of good anyway, after he'd brandished his switchblade near my nose, telling me exactly what would happen if I didn't settle the fuck down.

  “Firefly!” Cora split the room in two with her shrill cry. “No!”

  “Didn't put her up to shit. She loves me. I love her,” I croaked, fighting for every word through the choke hold the bastard had on my neck. For a man who'd lost a lot of blood, he'd gotten a tiger's strength back.

  “You've been down too long, Prez. Know you said you'd take my dick. You do that shit, you'll be making a big fuckin' mistake. I already claimed her. Ain't just for show. She's mine, dammit. I ain't letting go. Not even for you. Mine, mine, mine...”

  Oxygen levels shat themselves. My ears hummed, the harder he pushed his fingers against the veins in my neck. Stars in my vision exploded into fireworks, warning me I'd be passing the fuck out in another minute or two.

  “Don't make me fight you, Dust,” Cora said behind him. “You couldn't stop daddy from killing himself! I won't let you take the only man who's meant anything since. Back off!”

  Dust's cool gray eyes beamed pure death into mine. He shook his head, digging his fingers into my neck, growling like a fucking psychopath.

  He didn't believe me. Didn't buy Cora backing me up.

  Fuck. He thought I'd walked in when she was broken, warped her mind, taken her like a demon for nothing more than that tight, hot hole between her legs.

  Asshole was flat out wrong. So fucking wrong I'd show him how bad he'd fucked up, assuming I managed to walk outta here alive.

  “Fuck!” Snarling, the Prez released his grip, and his blade clattered to the floor.

  I staggered sideways, clutching my knees, gasping for air. Holding out a hand, I reached for Cora, tried to stop her from rushing between us and picking up his blade.

  Shit on a shingle, she'd lost her fuckin' mind!

  Dust snorted as she picked it up and pointed it at him. “Already got my throat cut once this season, little girl. You can't scare me.”

  “Don't need to,” she said. Her hand trembled as she pointed it at the Prez, but it forced him to keep his distance. “You'll get this back when you accept Firefly and me.”

  “Yeah? So I'm just supposed to believe you've suddenly fallen in love with this big, dirty sonofabitch who spent his free time fuckin' and drinkin'? Jimmy raised you better than that. What's he giving you to cook up these damned lies?”

  “Better, yeah,” she said, running a tense tongue along her lips. “He raised me well, all right. Then he killed himself. Daddy left me all alone. Firefly saved me. I don't care what you believe. I'm falling for him, and I'm never going back. I'm proud to be his old lady, and soon I'll be his wife.”

  Prez's lips twitched. He turned away from her, keeping the corner of his eye on her hand, steadying the blade.

  “This true?” Dust looked at me as I finally got between them, still weak in the head from all the blood rushing to my brain.

  “Yeah, Prez. Already told you. Everything between me and this girl, it's real. She ain't just another casual fuck. Believe me, brother, I can get that shit anywhere. You've seen me over the years. I've been a fuck and dump machine. I've been a bastard. I was waiting for the right one to come along. Didn't have a thing to care about except this patch 'til you threw her into my life.”

  Dust stroked his chin, rubbing his fingers across the gray slivers in his dark stubble. “Damn, brother. I want to believe you. I really do.”

  I held his gaze while I threw my arms around Cora, dragged her tight into my chest. The blade dropped from her hands and hit the floor with a grating crinkle.

  Thank fuck. Crisis averted.

  “Believe it, Prez. Swear on all my colors, on my oath to this club. If I ever hurt this girl, don't worry about taking off my cock and balls. You can fuckin' gut me. I'll hand you the knife to do it, too.”

  I cupped her chin and kissed her. Made sure he was watching every little way I looked at her, feeling the heat in my lips when I crushed them down on hers.

  Cora's eyes closed, her lids fluttering, swept up in the raw, wicked storm of the moment. We kissed for a small eternity before I heard him clear his throat.

  “Here's what we're gonna do,” he said, waiting 'til I broke the kiss and looked at him. “I'm gonna take you on your word, and hold you to it. You keep her safe, Firefly. Treat her right. You're damned right about this shit being as serious as the oath you swore to your patch. Consequences are just as dire too – you go rat on her, you die.”

  We locked eyes. He came closer, stopping a few paces away, serious as a snake eyeballing a rabbit.

  “This
wouldn't be such a big fucking deal if she were just any pussy. We know damned well she ain't. This girl, she deserves better, more than my buddy gave her before he blew his brains out. You're gonna give it to her, gonna make her smile, or I'll skin you alive from the dick on up.”

  Deal. I nodded, loosening my grip, walking over to him. “Hear you loud and clear, Prez. Cora's part of me, ever since I made her my old lady. Gonna make her my wife. Just as soon as she's ready to wear that ring on her finger permanently.”

  “Baby, I already am,” she whispered. “It's never coming off.”

  My damned head almost did a 360, I whipped it toward her so fast. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. I wasn't last week, but now...it's real. I know it is. When this all blows over, we're going to have a real wedding. We'll be together. Forever, Firefly.”

  “You hear that, Prez? I'm gonna be the happiest bastard in the world.”

  We kissed again. I could sense the Prez shaking his damned head the entire time. When I finally took my mouth off hers, he picked up his blade and looked at me.

  “Get the prospects out here to watch her. Need you to come with me. Intel says the Torches are winding their way through Georgia right now, heading our way. We'll need everything lined up to blow their heads off when they get here. Wouldn't dream of doing it without my Enforcer on the job.”

  “Cap'n, you got it. Let's ride.”

  Hurt like hell saying goodbye. It'd only be for twenty-four hours, maybe several days if Lady Luck decided to be a real bitch to me and the club. Tin and Lion would do great watching the house, yeah, but it should've been me protecting her.

  Didn't like turning over control to them. No fuckin' way.

  Too bad the Prez and I were the only boys with military combat experience behind us. He'd done his time in the merchant fleet, even fought pirates or some shit before he'd taken the club over when his old man passed the torch.

  The Cap'n name stuck around for good reason. I rode behind him, taking the twists and turns through the Smokies in the rain.