Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(14)

We were strangers. This shit shouldn't feel so familiar, but hell, it did.

Her eyes softened. I stared into them, fighting the wild instinct to take her in the next five seconds.

I'd wanted to kiss her before. It overpowered me now, and I wondered how many more seconds I'd need before I crushed my mouth on hers, reigniting the explosion we'd had that night when she was too young, and I was too stupid to come back sooner.

“Everything keeps changing, Jackson.” I gave her a sharp look when she used my real name. Her hands moved across my chest, soothing the frustration. “You're Joker now, I know. You have been for years. But I remember back before you weren't, when it was just you and Freddy, two young guys kicking ass around town.”

I let myself smile. “Yeah, babe. I remember those times, too. Funny how f*ckin' far away it all seems.”

She didn't have a clue. Hell, I barely understood it myself.

I'd killed for the club since I'd put on my prospect patch years ago. I'd hauled drugs for Early a couple times, Dust's old man, and now we were trying to get gun deals with the mob. Fucked an endless train of bitches I couldn't remember to save my life.

I'd done some good, too. I'd stood up for my brothers. I'd lived free, and helped everybody else with these colors do it too.

Whether it was those nights when Skin started talking about his old man with tears in his eyes, or keeping Sixty off his bike when he'd gotten his second f*ckin' DUI, I'd been there. I'd bumped beers with Piece a couple hundred times, cheering the club's small victories, and stood in a straight line when Dust became the new Prez, burying his father.

Ashes to ashes. Dust to f*ckin' Dust.

The world kept turning with its blood and fire, its f*ckin' and killing. Lived my life in the thick of it, taking one road at a time, and a dozen women a month.

Tonight, I just wanted one thrashing around on my cock, giving me her body like I was the last man she'd ever f*ck.

“How many boyfriends you had?” I growled, narrowing my eyes.

There went those fires on her cheeks again. Pure crimson.

Her eyes looked around nervously and she licked her sweet lips. “Joker, come on. You can't just ask a girl that, especially when you haven't seen her for years.”

“Bullshit. Treat it like that ride home was only yesterday, 'cause that's the way it feels.”

“Whatever. Not a whole lot, Mister Nosey. There's been too many other things in my life to worry about besides chasing boys.”

No way. No goddamned f*ckin' way.

She was talking like she hadn't been kissed since that night, much less f*cked.

She couldn't be a virgin. She couldn't...or else my dick was gonna blow in my pants like a f*ckin' kid.

I'd pulled myself off too many times, thinking about taking that cherry. If I had a chance to do it, to do her for the first time, tonight...

Fuck my promises. Fuck that shit about me being too bad for her, giving her a chance with the men she deserved.

She needed to be f*cked good and proper. And nobody could put it to her like me.

No more bullshit. None.

My hand roamed up her back, fisted her long dark hair, and pulled 'til I heard her suck in a sharp breath.

“Admit it, Summertime. Whatever else has happened, the good and the bad, you missed me.”

“Maybe a little,” she said shyly. “But you turned me loose. You wanted me to stay away. So, I did.”

“Yeah, we did. That was a big, fat, f*cked up mistake.” I stared at her, and she blinked, shocked beyond words at what I'd just said.

Hell, maybe I was shocked, too. Whatever, this wasn't the time for any regrets.

“Something else you missed, too,” I growled. “Same thing I've been missing, if you wanna know the bitter truth. Something we never got a chance to taste in full.”

“Yeah?”

Yeah. I jerked her face into mine without a second thought.

Our lips collided like thunderheads coming together.

Lightning in my mouth. Steam in my blood. Molten steel just twisting and turning through every channel in my body, churning fire in my balls.

I'd be in her soon, laying a claim I should've put down three goddamned years ago. Fuck, she tasted sweet. Couldn't stop for anything now. Wouldn't f*ckin' stop.

Her little tongue melted against mine, and I took it. Could've twirled that succulent flesh around in mine damned near forever.

Only, this time, forever was about ten more seconds before I started tearing her clothes off and taking what was mine underneath the moon and the stars.

The countdown started the second our lips locked.

Five. Four.

Three. Two.





3





Flash in the Pan (Summer)





As soon as the bastard kissed me, the last three years were gone.

Obliterated in his magnificent lips, his tongue, his power, his passion. The energy he'd only given me a teasing taste of on a summer night so long ago returned.

Except this was more than a tease. This kiss said he wasn't letting up, wouldn't turn me away for stupid reasons like innocence anymore.

Not this time. His kiss was too serious, too hot, too hellbent on mastering mine.

If I let him take what he wanted, there wouldn't be any going back. Oh, God.