Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(20)

But my body understood with every shallow stroke he made inside me while he emptied his balls.

I finally understood what this was really all about as his seed leaked into me, flooded me, filled me so full I could feel him pouring out the crevices in our flesh.

He f*cked me so hard I tilted my hips, giving up one last round of bliss, before we both collapsed, exhausted and overflowing.

Sometime later, he rolled off me. We both sucked the sweetest tasting air ever into our lungs, staring up at the star scape rolling by above.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” I asked, tilting my face toward him.

“Not half as pretty as the shit happening down here on the ground,” he growled, so convincing I thought he was serious.

I slapped him on the chest with my hand and laughed. “Oh, come on. Stop. We've already done the deed, Joker. You don't have to keep saying that stuff.”

“Don't f*ckin' have to, but I will, babe. It's true. All of it.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulled me onto his chest, cupping my ass with one hand. He squeezed.

“You know, you're kind of a dick, but so far...I don't regret this,” I said, mulling over my words. “I was afraid I would, as soon as it was all over.”

“Over?” He quirked an eyebrow. “We ain't half done f*ckin' tonight, babe. I'm thinking I won't be done even then, neither.”

“No?” I said, surprised.

“Nah. Piece and me are gonna be held up here in town for the next few weeks, staying at Grandpa's place. Club business,” he growled darkly. “Sure I'll find some time to slip away for more enjoyable shit. Now that my favorite watering hole's gone bust, I'm gonna need more than just knocking back shots at home.”

I laughed, squealing playfully as he tightened his hold on me.

His words were enough to make me want to put the brakes on, to keep my hopes checked before they soared like rockets. Except that glint in his hazel eyes...I couldn't ignore it.

It was a bright, honest shine. One that meant everything he'd said, his need for more than one night at a deep, primal level beyond any speech.

“Why don't you help me move while you're here? Assuming you can spare an evening, of course,” I said, giving him a sharp look. “I need to be out of mama's place before the bank comes next Friday.”

“Sure. Where you going next?”

“Little apartment on the edge of Seddon. I scrounged up just enough for a deposit and some new furniture. It'll do, until I can find another gig. Maybe I'll just take something easy like ringing folks up or stocking shelves, then wait for another opening at a bar.”

“You really wanna do retail your whole damned life?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

My smile melted. No, of course I didn't, but it was just about the only good option I had in this tumbleweed town, pummeled by a crap economy.

“We can't all just ride off into the sunset and make our money other ways,” I told him, shaking my head. “Christ, Joker. If you're about to offer me some kind of strip job or worse, don't even go there. I don't want it.”

He stiffened underneath me, tightening his hold on my back. I laid a finger on his chest, giving him one firm tap, right across the winged skull darkening his skin.

“I want you, Jackson. Not the club. Whatever else is happening between us, that's as far as it goes.”

“Babe, don't be f*ckin' stupid,” he said, following the kiss I'd laid on his chest with one on my forehead. “You think I want any of my brothers seeing you naked, then I'm gonna think I truly f*cked your brains out. I want you happy, square with your money. If you ain't finding shit here for work, you oughta look elsewhere.”

“Where? Like Knoxville?”

He smiled, cocky and sly as ever. “Something like that. Helluva a lot more opportunities out there than Seddon. Even more in the Tri-Cities, not too far over.”

I didn't answer him then. There wasn't anything to say when my brain was still processing, overwhelmed by everything that had happened tonight.

So, I just buried my face in his chest, freely breathing that scent I'd remembered for three terrible years.

Maybe I'd have to move, if it kept him a little closer, and paid me, too. I'd wanted to put down roots in this town because it was all I knew, but it wasn't working out that way.

Here, the ground was barren.

Not that I'd be making any fly decisions tonight.

All the misery of mama, poverty, and the bar hadn't turned me into a fool. We'd just see how well the next few weeks went.

By the end of them, if he wasn't just playing me – a very huge if – then maybe it'd be time to think about finding somewhere new.

His fingers pinched my ass, causing me to look up. That mischievous smirk on his lips turned into a hungry one.

His hand slipped down, pushed between my legs, and pulled them apart like he owned them.

Tonight, I suppose he did.

He jerked me up, moved me over him, until I was straddling his cock, already rock hard.

“Enough f*ckin' around with the future, Summertime. We've got the whole damned night ahead, and I'd rather hear you screaming than giving me shit any time. You've got nothing to worry about, long as you're in these arms.”

One push of his hands on my ass cheeks lowered me on his cock. Then I couldn't think about anything at all except how good, how right, how incredible he felt deep inside me.