Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(112)

I let go, falling so fast and hard I could feel my brain coming out my ears. My hips smashed desperately at his, bucking and writhing, begging for his climax. Brass joined me halfway through the fire licking its way up my whole body, drowning me in its glorious wave.

He grunted, threw his hips forward, and held them there, cock pressed snug against my womb. I felt him swell, even through the condom, and then the heat in his skin became an inferno. His head snapped back and he clenched his teeth, snorting, struggling not to growl or curse so loud it shook the whole building.

If the sex wasn't so amazing, it would've been a total pain holding in our pleasure. Instead, sheer ecstasy muted us, shuddering through our bodies harder in spastic waves, locked together as his cock jerked deep inside me.

He spilled everything. I saw my sweet surrender mirrored in him, the venom leaving his body as he lost his come in the condom, deep inside my *.

It felt like we were locked together for an hour before he finally pulled out. His hand shook as he held the condom to his skin, a satisfied growl leaving his lips.

“Fuck, babe. That was the hottest f*ck I've had since –“

He stopped talking and my ears perked up. The only thing that could've ruined the bliss was the creak I heard deep in the apartment.

Jackie!

“Come on!” He grabbed me by the wrist and lifted me up, running for the bathroom as he grabbed half our clothes.

Shit. The door clapped shut. I had my back pressed to the wood, trying not to look too hard at his gorgeous, naked body in front of me. Jackie's soft footsteps moved past us and then stopped when she got into the living room.

I didn't see my bra, or the oversized shirt I'd been wearing...Brass' cut was still somewhere on the floor too.

If my sister saw that mess of clothes out there, we couldn't hide it. She'd have no doubt about the dirty, dirty deed that went down on the floor just a few minutes ago, the wild animal lay I hadn't fully processed myself.

“Brass!” I whispered, hoarse and scared. Panic shot through my eyes.

“It's okay, babe.” He gave me a serious look, sliding on his jeans, shirtless and shining with sweat and dark ink. “Let me handle this shit.”

I stood there like an idiot as he flung open the door and stepped out. I grabbed the handle, wanting to scream after him, but he strode out as confidently as if he'd just showered.

Watching through the crack in the door, I saw Jackie jump, and turn to face the huge biker standing a couple feet away. Her mouth fell open, and so did mine.

“What'll it be today, darling?” Brass said, his arms folded. “Pancakes, or French toast?”

Jackie looked like she was about to blow up in tears. Oh, God. My heart tightened up and I clutched at my chest with one hand. My nipples were still soft and full from f*cking him.

Damn! Why couldn't we have had one more second to grab the rest of our clothes so I wouldn't have to run out there buck naked? And wouldn't doing that make things worse?

My legs felt like they were stuck in concrete. Then the silence broke. Jackie opened her mouth and doubled over. Next thing I knew, she was laughing.

High, shrill, girlish giggles I hadn't heard since sometime before dad got really bad. Brass caught her before she fell onto our crumpled clothes, holding her hand and helping her into the recliner. While he was down there, he scooped up the rest of our things, giving her a minute before he stood back up.

“What's so damned funny?”

Jackie took one look at him and burst into laughter all over again. “It's...nothing. You're cool, is all. I think I want the toast.”

“Coming right up, soon as I help your sis get dressed.” He smiled and padded past her, returning to me.

Jackie spun the chair around to face us. I was still looking at the sassy red sheen on her face before Brass stepped inside and slammed the door behind us, but not before she caught my eyes. I jerked my head away, blushing like I hadn't blushed since...crap, since I was probably her age.

“What...what the hell was that?” I asked, shaking my head.

“A wink and a nod. Don't ask, don't tell. Owning the shit that just happened between you and me without sitting your little sis down on the couch and talking about the birds and the bees. Me and my own sis did this kinda shit when we had dates in the house under Ma's nose. Well, me way more than her...if she'd f*cked more guys, maybe she wouldn't have ended up with that Prairie *, Blaze...”

He stepped past me, kicking off his jeans, and reached for the shower handle. I was too stunned to ask what the hell he was talking about with his own family business.

“That's crazy!” I gasped. “She's fourteen, Brass. She knows what we were doing...”

“Exactly.” He turned to me and winked. “And she didn't seem real upset by it neither, did she? Best way to deal with it is being open and honest. She doesn't need any dark and dirty details. We'll keep that between us, babe.”

He reached behind my back and pulled me in, one hand moving to my ass. Before I could even curse, he had the panties off I'd just thrown on, pushing me against his chest.

I'd never seen his eyes so bright and mischievous. If it wasn't for the fact Jackie almost stumbled in on us f*cking, I would've loved it.

My hands beat his grizzly bear tattoos and I tried to wriggle away. Brass laughed, pulling me closer, pressing his lips to mine.