Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(75)

“Come on,” Joker said, turning his attention back to us. “I think it's time we get this honeymoon on the road.”

The brothers began to split as soon as the old man left us. We made our way through the last of the party, stopping to say hello to Skin, Meg, and her parents on our way out. They looked so happy.

Her rich, mild mannered family looked like they'd finally made peace with their daughter marrying a biker. Or at least they put on one hell of a show.

It didn't matter to me. Nothing was going to ruin this night, not even a few of the people around us stuffing their feelings down their throats.

Joker called to Bingo, who came running after us. All four of us headed up the small, rocky hill to his truck, loaded and ready to take us deep into the Smokies. We had a nice cabin reserved the next week, right next to a mountain spring.

A cabin with two rooms. We'd need the extra wall like air and water for what he planned to do to me.

I was fixing Alex in his kiddie seat, Bingo wedged in next to him, when I felt my man's palm glide against my ass.

I jumped, my teeth digging into my lip, savoring the delicious tingle.

“What's that for?” I asked, turning around, running my hands up over his shoulders. His stubble hadn't ever felt this good, or maybe I'd just never been so horny in my entire life.

“Last part of the vows I couldn't say out in the open.”

Smirking, I folded my arms, looking him up and down. “Yeah? You're telling me Jackson Taylor has limits to what he'll do in public?”

“Whatever. Sure, babe, if you wanna put it like that. Smacking your sweet ass is only the first word of them vows. Once I start, I don't f*ckin' stop, and you know it. You're about to find out what I'm all about when I talk about forever.”

Growling, he reached around, pushed his fingers through my hair, and kissed me. I leaned against the truck, moaning, wishing I could rip this stupid wedding dress off right here.

It served its purpose earlier in the evening. But now it was just annoying, a wall between me, him, and that bulge he pushed hard between my legs.

Shit. I wanted to take him, all of him, and soon.

“Christ. You're really serious, aren't you?”

He looked at me, his eyes narrow. “Babe, you know it. Get in the f*ckin' truck.”



*

Beautiful didn't begin to describe the cabin. It was decked out in rustic splendor with a full bar, a bear skin rug on the floor, and a grill on a tall deck reaching for the woods, overlooking a Smoky Mountain stream below.

All ours for the next week.

We put Alex down for a nap and let Bingo out into the fenced in area to catch the sweet breeze.

I leaned down to kiss the sleeping little boy, still marveling at the son we'd created. Joker came up behind me, pressed his big, thick hands around my waist, and squeezed.

Then my attention belonged to somebody else, and so did I.

“Come on, babe. Can't wait any f*ckin' longer.”

Smiling, I turned. His lips caught mine without waiting another second.

Instant pleasure. Explosive, sizzling, raw, and electric.

Somewhere in the middle of that kiss, I ran out of words to describe it. It overwhelmed me, and so did his hands, running up and down my body.

Growling, Joker pulled me in, hiking me up over his shoulder while I wrapped my hands around his neck.

We went straight to the bedroom. Before he threw me down on the bed, he grabbed my thigh, sinking his fingers in while our lips collided in yet another hungry kiss.

Fuck, this man. This body. This handsome, broken bastard I'd achingly put back together, piece by piece.

He probably didn't know it, but he'd done the same for me. Months ago, I'd lost everything. He'd given it back, more than I ever dared to imagine.

For now, he gave me something else. I hit the mattress hard, thanking my lucky stars it was comfortable.

“Careful, careful! This dress is just a rental and –“

Rrrrrrrrip. When I turned my head, one strap was hanging, and the other came off. His crazy hands sank underneath the fabric and sheared me like a bear ripping curtains.

He looked up with a wicked smirk on his face. “Babe, I'm sitting pretty with the club getting richer and those f*ckin' medical bills paid. I'd lay down a million right now to get you naked.”

How the hell could I argue with that? The raw, greedy tingle in my * wouldn't let me think about it.

I kicked my legs, lifting my butt up in the air when he moved lower, taking away the tatters of my poor wedding dress. At least it would live on in the photographs, a thousand angles captured by the prospects.

“We shouldn't be too loud. Alex just went down a couple minutes ago and we've only got one wall between us. Joker, I –“

His hand went over my mouth. Slowly, he snaked his head up across my cleavage, pouring hot breath as he went, before his lips stopped next to my ear.

“Everything coming outta your mouth's mine tonight, baby girl. Nobody else's. You worry too f*ckin' much. It's our wedding night.”

As soon as his hand eased up, his lips were on me again. This time, I surrendered.

He was right. He was gorgeous. And Jesus, he tasted good.

My hands went around his neck, my fingernails gingerly catching the edge of his cut. He kissed me harder, growling into my mouth, overpowering the moan seeping out of me.