Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(120)

“Jordan,” she whispered. “It's good. Strong. About what I expected.”

“Good. I'd have laughed in your face if you expected me to be called Manny or some shit like that.”

“I don't care what they call you. I know what I want, Brass, and it's right here.”

Fuck yes, she did.

Missy leaned down, flicking her tongue along my lips. A couple more flicks in quick succession teased me stupid.

Little devil. She knew how to work my ass as well as I knew how to work hers, and I loved it. On the fourth lick, I reached up and fisted her hair, holding her tight to my lips.

I wouldn't let her outta that kiss 'til she reached down and grabbed my cock, hardening against her thigh. She gave it a good squeeze and I grunted. I wanted to pull her thighs open and drive deep inside her, make her ride me for all she was worth, but I needed another condom first.

I saw red, thinking about how I had to get her that shit I had waiting in my jeans. Things would move a lot more natural after I gave her the pills I snatched from the club infirmary.

Not that I was gonna register a single f*cking complaint about the filthy deeds going down in this bed all evening. No f*cking way. Every day breathing in her sweet scent while I fused my dick to her was a good one.

I just hoped like hell there'd be many more to come, many more perfect days tangled up in my old lady.

“Come on, babe. We gotta get this shit locked in for Friday before you take off.”

She pulled on my cut, dazed at all the choices in the rental office. Reserving something to carry her and Jackie north was the best way to get them outta Redding without the brothers being able to track her down. Giving her my truck was way too risky.

“You're sure you can afford this?” she asked, her fingers running over a cherry red hatchback thing in the catalogue.

“Yeah. We'll be good as gold just as soon as my next club stipend comes in. Better to get our pieces together now.”

“But we don't even know where yet!”

She looked so damned confused, disoriented. I grabbed her hand and pushed my fingers through hers. Raw strength always reassured a woman, and I had no doubt it was gonna work on the one I wanted most.

“I like the look of that car.” I pointed at the bright red vehicle. “A little style, and not so much it'll draw attention. Extra space to carry your shit north, and plenty rugged for the mountains and forests we'll be dealing with past NorCal.”

She punched me in the arm. I grinned. “Careful, Mister. I just might decide to take that Harley up and have you drive Jackie in the hatchback.”

I laughed. She knew how to dish it out and take it. My kinda girl, as if it wasn't glaringly f*cking obvious by now.

“All right. That one it is. It's even got some fancy USB shit to keep Jackie entertained. I'm gonna get both you girls new phones before we blow town, as soon as we're free and clear.”

I left her standing near the counter while I went to arrange the rental. I looked behind me while the skinny f*ck with the thin mustache at the counter ran my card. Saw her walking off, probably heading for the restroom or something.

The kid passed me my printout and told me the car would be ready in a couple days. Perfect timing to get the reservation fee off my shit and pay it all in cash, same way I dealt with everything. Before I moved away, I looked him up and down.

The dude wasn't much younger than me, maybe a year or two. He looked like a little boy. I grunted. One thing I'd never regret about this life was that it made me a man, no matter how f*cked up it could be sometimes.

If it wasn't for the club...I might've turned into something like that, and then I'd want to blow my f*cking brains out. The civilian world wasn't for me. If I really and truly left the patch behind, then I'd have to find something else to do.

There had to be something out there to accommodate men like me. The world still needed a place for roughnecks and road warriors, even if we were an endangered species.

There must've been something better than clacking keyboards or ringing up pissy, impatient customers at a place like this. Whatever it was, I swore I'd find it. Anything to rake in cash for my girls without lopping off my nuts was fine by me.

A man provides. I should've done it for Ma and Shelly back in Missoula, before my own sis was reduced to shaking her ass at a Prairie * bar for spare cash. But my relationship with the ladies had been...strained, to put it mildly.

A f*cked up home was all it took to drive me into the club, and then I found the sick paradise heroin offered. I shook my head, trying to do the math and figure out how many months it had f*cked outta my life. Looking down at my arm, I saw the fading impression left by a fat needle. It was the last time those freaks in fake Grizzlies colors forced it into my veins after I betrayed them, trying to make me OD on the one thing I loved.

Blaze and Shelly saved my dumbass that night. I thought Fang did too, but he was just a king, moving his pawns around on the grand board.

You're gonna do better, I vowed. You f*cking have to.

I waited impatiently by the restroom for Missy. She didn't come out for five minutes. Then ten. Then another five on top of that.

Weird, and seriously f*cking suspicious.

A motorcycle growled outside, not far from mine. I spun around, just in time to see a dude with long black hair pulling away. It was quite a distance, but I'd know that damned patch from a hundred yards away.