Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(113)

The shower hissed and filled the bathroom with steam while we kissed. One fast, furious taste and I knew I was in too deep...all the horror and disgust in the world couldn't have stopped my * from tingling as he worked his tongue against mine.

Holy shit. So much for shame.

“What are you doing?” I shook my head, breaking the kiss. I shouldn't have bothered asking, because one more squeeze of my ass told me.

“What does it look like? Cleaning up and f*cking your brains out before we eat breakfast,” Brass said, bringing one hand to my breast, tweaking my bright pink nipple.

I shuddered. My body was completely shameless, and it was quickly overpowering my head.

Oh, shit! This can't be seriously happening, can it?

He looked down at my panties wadded up near my feet.

“I'll stuff those in your mouth if you're worried about sis hearing more than she needs to over the shower, but it's plenty loud with this shit going. Come on.”

He brushed the curtain aside and stepped in, pulling me with him. His hands worked fast, picking up where they'd left off, plumping one breast while the other slid between my thighs. He found my clit and worked his fingers, tender trending rough, strokes so filled with need I couldn't have dreamed about saying no.

“Just so you know, this is the last time we're f*cking all secret squirrel, babe. Next time, I'm gonna drag your pretty ass somewhere we can f*ck good and proper. I wanna hear everything that comes outta your mouth when you come on my cock.”

I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing would come out. I barely stopped the moan building in my throat in time, knees shaking, folding my palms tight against the wall. It felt so good having his fingers moving through my folds, swirling against my clit, all while the steady hum of hot water beat against our backs.

My head started to roll back and forth, struggling to hold it all in. Brass slowed the circles around my clit, holding me in suspense. Bastard tease!

Just as I tried to turn, he grabbed my wrists and held me tight, throwing my palms back to the wall.

“Don't. That was just a warm up. No f*cking way are you coming on my hands and mouth twice in one morning, Missy. This dick's not halfway done with its workout.”

I heard something crinkle up and fall to the floor. He'd snuck a condom out of his pants sometime when I was lost in pure bliss on his fingers. Heat bloomed in my womb and shot up my spine when he rubbed against my ass, hard and sheathed, ready to f*ck like never before.

His hand slipped away and found its way over my mouth. I could smell my own scent on him, a wetness against my lips thicker than water.

“Bite this shit when you need to. Taste your cream on my fingers. It's hot as f*ck that I did this to you, babe, and now I'm gonna do a whole lot more.”

He pushed inside me, and my knees went full jackhammer. His cock slid up more easily this time, probably because I'd never been so wet in my entire life. I sucked my bottom lip and chewed, resisting the urge to bite his hand like he'd invited me to.

I'd need to save that for later. But not much longer – when he started to thrust, I knew I wasn't going to last long.

Fresh lava swelled inside my head, bathing me in creeping pleasure, like someone kindled a fire near my brain stem. My ass lifted up and fell against him, rocking to meet his thrusts, following his lead as he picked up speed.

My lips formed an O against his skin. Brass pounded deeper, harder, faster. My back arched and the firestorm in my belly pinched everything tighter, a vortex that wouldn't let go until every muscle in my body turned to stone.

His hand clamped over my mouth a second before I screamed, pushing it back inside me. The suffocating fire ripping through me made me lose my mind. I couldn't think about the pain or serving the club or what Jackie would think anymore.

All I could think about was how f*cking good his dick felt buried in me, swelling as he let go and joined me in ecstasy.

“Fuck! Fuck! Don't. Fucking. Stop.” His last words gurgled out before he let go, filling the condom deep inside me, making shallower strokes with his throbbing cock, losing his load.

He f*cked right through my pleasure. His balls pulsed against my *, hurling seed, stretching our pleasure to its rabid breaking point.

I sweated, clawed, and rasped into his hand all through my climax.

When it finally let up, I slumped down, wriggling my ass against him to milk the last energy out of him. His big chest rose and fell in waves. He cursed as he pulled out, drawing off the condom and shoving aside the shower curtain to toss it toward the waste bin.

I heard it hit the trash next to the toilet. Perfect shot.

“Fuck, baby girl. I'm never gonna get tired of this. I wanna keep f*cking you 'til I can't even think. You understand?” He held one hand around my waist and slowly turned me around.

My lips trembled. “Yeah. I think I do.”

“Think? Shit, that means I've still got work to do. By the end of the week, I promise I'm gonna find some way to get us both outta this shit for good. I'm done letting anything come between me and this *.”

I cocked my head, stepping into his warm embrace, listening to the steady slap of the water on our skin. The steamy cloud filling the bathroom was like a second embrace layered over us, a welcome dreamy haze in the post-orgasmic bliss.

“You really think your club's going to trust us? Let me off the hook that fast?”