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

by Nicole Snow

  Some miracle stopped me from turning into a puddle on the spot. Small favor, really, because now I had a lot more on my mind than lukewarm virgin fantasies.

  I saw his lips all over me at once, igniting my skin, pushing me over the edge with just his touch, like the night he'd spanked me stupid.

  They were finally coming. I'd have his rough, incredible lips on mine.

  Conquering my mouth.

  Moving down my throat.

  Worshiping my nipples.

  Turning my pussy into a hot, taut, sopping wet mess.

  “You got something on your mind, or what?” he growled, tangling his fingers around my wrists to keep my hands glued to him.

  “Nothing, really. Just thinking about circumstances.”

  Yeah. Right.

  “What? The shit that brought you here?”

  I nodded. With a growl, he jerked me closer with both hands, hanging mine across his shoulders. I didn't resist – quite the contrary when I let go and fell against him – begging to be closer.

  “Dust has got me on you full time for good reason. All the dark and deadly fuckery heats up from here, Cora. You know it, don't you? Tell me you feel that shit coming, sure as a mountain wind.”

  Yes. Something was coming, anyway. Melting me from the inside-out.

  A chill ran up my spine, cutting through the heat. Yeah, I knew it.

  Of course I did. And it didn't matter, none of it did, just as long as I had him protecting me.

  “I don't know anything,” I whispered. “You won't tell me what I'm really running from, and neither will the other guys. What else can I do except listen to everything you say?”

  Crap. I realized how much my voice was trembling.

  Firefly looked up. Sparks of amusement flashed in his eyes, before they winked out in the icy blue fire that always smothered them, the same glow that filled his whole face.

  “I don't share club biz unless it means keeping you safe.” He drew a long breath, guiding me in front of him by the hands. “Looks like I finally have to. Fuck.”

  He stood, guiding us both to the couch, where he sat down first, jerking me onto his lap. “Your old man got himself in some bad shit, and left everybody else to clean it up. Same thing Dust told you. Had a real hard-on for gambling, and he borrowed some money from another MC called the Torches, down in Atlanta.”

  My heart beat a hundred miles an hour. He softly fisted my hair, pulling me deeper into his lap, twisting my head so my ear was aimed at his lips.

  I tried not to sweat from the one-two punch of being laid across Firefly's magnificent body like this, while he whispered all the secrets I'd yearned for deep in my ear.

  Then he spoke again. His hot breath caressed my earlobe, racing down my neck, almost causing me to explode, just as much as his hand grabbing at my thigh. He held me where he wanted me, open for whatever he wanted to say – or do.

  “Babe, listen to me real fuckin' careful. More than you've ever paid attention to anyone, about anything.” I tried not to tremble, feeling his hand moving up my thigh, stroking and teasing. “The Torches want everything your daddy ever owned to pay his debt. That means you, too. You're collateral, Cora. They'll kill you, fuck you, sell you – whatever they think's gonna bring them the most coin, or else the most satisfaction.”

  I shook my head, sadness mingling with my lust. Two emotions waging war.

  “Jesus. I can't believe he left me like this. Still, why'd he have to do it?” Firefly's hold fanning the smoldering desire in my blood was the only thing that stopped me from crying yet again.

  “Dunno, Cora. Everybody screws themselves one way or another, some worse than others, especially in this world.” He paused, kissing at my neck, before he brought his lips back for talking. “Your old man's not the only one who fucked up. Truth is, I did, too. Tried to fight this shit happening between us. Treated it like a miserable goddamned hangover I could shake off by distracting myself with booze or work or getting my dick wet in other girls...”

  I tensed up.

  Oh, God, now was not the time to tell me about other women he'd slept with. If he was about to announce how he'd been screwing around the whole time I'd known him...my hand went stiff, ready to hit him across the face with all my might.

  “Don't even think it, babe,” he growled, sensing what was coming. “Haven't fucked anybody since you showed up. This is all I'm after. All I fuckin' need.”

  His hand crisscrossed the top of my thigh and then wedged between my legs. I sucked my bottom lip hard, desperate to stop myself from crying out. He'd start rubbing anytime, or else pull my panties aside and take everything he wanted.

  “Yeah?” I whimpered, all I could manage when his fingers felt the wetness.

  Oh. Oh, holy shit!

  “Yeah. This pussy's all I've been thinking about getting up inside since the day I saw you, sad and suffering in that shitty garage. You're all I wanna taste on my tongue, babe. All I want that's hot and pink and wrapped around me. I can't do the shit I loved before since you walked into my life. Not without thinking about first, second, and last. I'm goddamned obsessed.” He sucked in a harsh breath, slowly cupped my mound through slick fabric, and squeezed.

  I practically died.

  “You want the truth? My full fuckin' confession?” Firefly's stare went full primal. “I'm gonna go fucking nuts if I don't get you under me, on top of me, legs wide open and begging for my cock.”

  Total. Goner.

  I couldn't stop the moan hissing out my lips when he put his strength into his fingers. He squeezed my pussy in his hand so hard I thought I'd explode on the spot.

  It took everything I had not to buck against him, just hump his fingers like an animal in heat.

  “You mustn't have a lot to think about,” I whispered, wishing I could chew off my own smart tongue. “All just me? All the time? Really?”

  His free hand caught my hair, twisted my face, until I looked at him, eyeball-to-eyeball.

  “I've got plenty. Already thinking about the fucking shield I'm gonna have to stuff down my pants to keep Prez from taking my dick off after it's been inside you.” Two stiff fingers reached around the center of my panties and began to pull, dragging them down my thighs, exposing me completely. “Before, I just wondered what the fuck was wrong with me. Why I couldn't let go of the urge to lay you down and fuck you with everything I've got, baby girl. You've got a mouth like dynamite and that's what drags me in like bait. That sweet fuckin' ass I felt the other day, and those tight, beautiful tits do the rest. You're a lucky girl, darlin', and I hope you know it. Everybody else I ever fucked, I was lucky to know their names before I tasted 'em. Damned lucky if I wanted a second round. All that's turned upside-fucking-down since you, Cora. I want you. Again and again and a-fuckin'-gain...”

  Sweet. Baby. Jesus.

  His fingers found my naked slit and began to play. Every muscle in my body contracted.

  If there was ever an urge to get away, or fight him off me, it totally died when his thumb glided through my wet folds, found my clit, and started to stroke me to high heaven.

  Those whimpers leaving my mouth became howls. I couldn't pretend I wasn't enjoying this, too shocked by how stupid good it felt to have his hands where they'd belonged since forever.

  “Goddamn, you want this bad, don't you, woman?”

  “Yes!” I squeaked. Barely.

  His fingers teased my entrance, collected my wetness, and used it to fuck me raw. My thighs quivered. The hold he had on my hair strengthened, feeding fire through my roots, igniting cinders through me, from top to bottom.

  “Shouldn't be doing a lick of this shit, babe,” he growled. “You're too good for this. Too damned good for me...”

  “No, no, no,” I panted, pinching my eyes shut as he fingered me faster.

  “It's bullshit!” He spat. “All of it. You come off so fuckin' innocent, and you ain't, darlin'. You've just been begging for my hands, my mouth, my cock up inside, balls deep, all along. Fuck!�
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  Firefly's breath hitched, and his hard-on rubbed against my ass, straight through his jeans. “Lucky you, Cora. So fuckin' lucky. I'm gonna taste everything when you come your brains out all over me tonight.”

  His mouth crashed down on mine. Our first scalding hot kiss happened with his hands pushing me over the edge.

  My clit swelled, hummed, and burned against his thumb. Damn!

  No more holding back. My back arched as much as it could with his death grip on my hair, jerking my face to his. I came, screaming into his mouth.

  His tongue probed deep, twining with mine, sucking each time pleasure pulsed through me. A whole new world was blown wide open.

  Twenty-two years a virgin, gone. Now I needed him to take my cherry good and proper.

  My nipples throbbed hard as stones beneath my bra, my blouse. The fabric became pure torture, when they ached to be in his mouth.

  Hell, every single part of me wanted him. Surrounding him, or surrounded by him.

  Licked, fingered, fucked, filled so deep I'd finally have the itch welling up inside me for what seemed like a million years scratched.

  Pleasure pulsed through my brain for a small eternity before I wilted. When I did, his kiss softened. The bad boy's lips roamed mine more gently, almost tender.

  “Fuck the couch,” he said, standing and lifting me up in his arms. “We're moving somewhere I can get you naked and horizontal.”

  I moaned as he threw me over his shoulder, jerked up my skirt, and took my panties away over my feet. It was only a few footsteps to the bedroom.

  He'd already forced me to come twice, and I still blushed like the shy, silly virgin I was when he threw me down on the bed.

  I moved a shaky hand toward the lamp because the room was dark. He crossed the bedroom faster, kicked the door closed, and punched the light switch before I could do anything.

  “Don't even think we're doing this in the dark, under the blankets, like fuckin' monks. I wanna see you squirm every second I'm licking your pussy. Gotta see your face when you start screaming, darlin'.” His hands moved to his belt, and I heard the buckle clatter as he jerked it through his denim loops.

  “Firefly...” I lost my words, everything except his name, heavy on my lips.

  “Take the rest of that shit covering you and throw it on the goddamned floor. Now. 'Cause if you leave it up to me, I'm gonna shred half your fuckin' wardrobe.”

  I watched the leather cut that always lined his chest fall. His shirt peeled away next, and I could barely remember my own name.

  My eyes were glued to the huge, rock hard, heavily tattooed torso coming into view. A body built like an angel, a statue, nature's best craftsman.

  His chest swelled when he inhaled. The winged skull with two blazing pistols next to it poured fire across his muscles. Every part of him rippled, glistened.

  This body wasn't cut from pumping iron in the gym or running – though I knew he did plenty of that too – he'd earned his strength by actually using those muscles.

  For fucking. For killing. For dropping men with ease, wiping the arrogant smirks off their faces, just like he'd done earlier tonight with Tony the drunk.

  He smiled. “Fuckin' knew you'd like what you see. Go ahead and touch. Follow the inks as far as you want.”

  He never asked twice. Firefly grabbed my hands, spread my fingers, and put them on his abs, the same strong ridges I'd hung onto all along, riding on the back of his bike.

  Now, they beckoned under my fingertips. Naked, magnificent, and hard.

  God! Would it be wrong to just stick out my tongue and lick this man?

  Firefly reached out with the same two fingers that brought me to heaven a few minutes ago. He gently pushed them beneath my chin, tipped my face up, capturing my eyes for the millionth time with those stern blue eyes.

  “Dig your nails in,” he growled, shoving my hands against him. “Might as well get used to it, baby. You'll be drawing blood when I'm between your legs, fucking you over and over...we're fuckin' 'til kingdom come. Been wanting it forever.”

  My fingertips bent. I reached up to his breast, pivoted my nails into his skin, and dragged them down. I whimpered as they fell, tracing the dark, deadly symbols scrawled all over him like a dark, human canvass.

  Holy, holy shit. How can a man be built just like a god? How was it fair that me – Cora – was about to give myself to him?

  My fingertips fell, all the way to his unbuttoned jeans. Then he leaned down, moving his hand behind my head, jerking me into a brand new kiss.

  His lips moved against mine for what felt like forever. Every twitch and twirl of his tongue made me realize I was dripping wet, begging to be opened, teased, and filled by this man.

  Seizing my wrist, he yanked my hand down to the bulge in his jeans. I moaned when I felt it, ready to pop out the crevice in his half-open zipper.

  “That's for you,” Firefly said, holding my eyes just inches from his. “Every fucking inch. That's the cock that's gonna take you, fuck you, own you, Cora. That's the part of me that's gonna make us one, make you cry in ways you can't even imagine.”

  “Yes, yes,” I said, trying not to get too giddy.

  Everything between my legs ached. My core folded in on itself, so ready to be opened up again by his power, it hurt.

  Damn it, this wasn't a choice anymore. There weren't any brakes on the naked, sweaty want rushing through my system.

  I needed him in me. Had to have him split me open, make me a woman, show me all the ways that massive, scary body of his could make me quake and scream.

  “Already told you once – take off your clothes. Now, babe. Neither one of us needs a trip to the fucking store tomorrow to replace everything I destroyed.”

  I looked at him and nodded. Just sat up, undoing my blouse, peeling away everything as quickly as I could. Meanwhile, the sneaky bastard dropped his pants, his boxers, and left his back facing me when I toppled into bed, bare and leaking.

  Ready for him to take whatever he wanted.

  Slowly, he turned. I fought the urge to push my hand between my legs when I caught a glimpse of what he'd been hiding in those jeans.

  If God ever put a bigger cock on a man, then I'd be afraid to see it. Firefly was huge. It wasn't just the raw length and girth that got to me, but the way it swelled when he pushed his fist around it, pulsing with a mad, potent energy, angry and alive as the rest of him.

  “Fuck,” he growled, squeezing his length until the thick head ballooned, spilling a small trickle of crystal clear fluid to the floor. “There's no way you'll be able to take this without getting a whole lot looser and wetter first.”

  Wetter? Looser? Had he lost his loving mind?

  He climbed onto the bed, growling while he pushed my legs apart. His mouth dashed all my doubts when it took mine all over again.

  He kissed me, harder than before. I sucked his lips and trembled, loving how he rammed his tongue against mine. Hungry, feral, just like a wild animal.

  Sometimes, he pulled back, forcing me to lean into him, and struggle for another kiss. He always held me down, making me work for it with that smug, trademark smile.

  “Bastard,” I whispered.

  “Beautiful,” he growled. “Every fucking foot of you.”

  He showed me. His mouth stamped hot, playful kisses down my throat, nipping at my ear, before he sank down to my breasts. My nipples rolled between his fingertips, and then he brought his lips over them, softening each bud against his tongue with the same aggression he'd given me in every kiss.

  “Oh!” I whimpered, wondering if I could come from nothing except his mouth all over my tits.

  I'd heard the strippers talk about sex before. They were numb to it. Jaded, maybe.

  But even they got off to a strong, highly experienced man.

  Tonight, I had that man to myself. I had it all. Looks, experience, and a spark between us unlike anything I'd ever had for another human being.

  Every growl reminded me he must've fe
lt something too. He manhandled me like he wanted, squeezing my breasts as his head sank lower, moving between my thighs.

  Fuck. Shit. He's really going to take me with his tongue!

  And he did.

  Firefly pulled my thighs apart, kissing each one, brushing his rough stubble across my smooth skin. His mouth moved upward, and I heard him stop, rumble, inhaling my scent.

  “Fuck, you smell good. You're wet as a damned garden hose. Too bad it ain't wet enough.” My legs began to tremble as he reared up, staring at me, his eyes fiery blue and determined as hell. “I'm gonna make you soak these fuckin' sheets, darlin'.”

  My pussy throbbed before his tongue even met it. When it did, I struggled to take hold of the sheets, the only thing that would keep us on planet earth while he ravaged me like never before.

  Firefly's fingers had been amazing, but his mouth. Shit, his mouth!

  Lips, teeth, and tongue opened me, stroked deep, wrapped around my clit. He sucked, licked, pulled, and nibbled, teasing muscles I hadn't even known about before he laid me on this bed.

  My virgin pussy had been starved for years, too sheltered and afraid to open itself to pleasure. Firefly made up for years in a sexless desert, sending his lightning through me in every lick.

  My mouth widened a little at a time, forming a perfect ring. My whole body wound up like a spring, so close, inching toward the edge with every rough tickle of his stubble, every lash of his tongue.

  The more I squirmed, the harder he held me down. His tongue scrawled more filthy words across my clit in every wet, powerful jerk than he could've ever spoken.

  Come for me, babe.

  Come for me hot.

  Come for me wild.

  Come for me like your whole fucking life has led you to having my face between your legs. You know it has.

  Come for me like the beautiful, damaged girl you are.

  Come for me NOW.

  My hips jerked. I clutched the sheets and screamed, involuntarily riding his face. Thunder left his throat. He pulled me against his mouth, locking me in while my pussy rubbed his chin again and again.

  “Firefly, Firefly, fuck me, Firefly!” These were my last words for the next five minutes.