Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(135)
Just past the screen door, a pot clanged, putting a big fat exclamation mark on what I'd said.
“I don't give a shit. Not 'til you choose the words coming outta those sweet f*cking lips more carefully, babe. You wanna play with bears?” He pushed his forehead against mine. It was warm, pleasant. “Fuck that shit. You better tell me there's only one bear you spread those killer legs for. I'm not the sharing kinda guy. Instinct tells me to rip another dude's dick off if he even looks at what's mine, you know that?”
I shuddered. My tongue flicked against my lips, mischievous as the thoughts and desires soaring through my flesh. I wanted him, ached to my core for him, yearned in a way I hadn't known.
“Yeah?” I whispered. “What else does instinct tell you to do?”
His hands spread wider on my ass and then clenched it. His fingers dug in, hard enough to make me wriggle against him, pushing my clit over his dick through our jeans.
Holy shit. He was so f*cking hard. Rough and eager as diamond, except diamond didn't feel so warm and smooth, and it sure wouldn't feel as good as him inside me.
Despite all the chaos, I'd remembered my pill. My * tingled, swelled, and ached a little more when I thought about pulling him up inside me without a condom.
Deep. Bare. Ready to surrender everything that was quintessentially his.
Fuck it. I couldn't be a good girl anymore, not when he was so close.
How was I seriously supposed to resist this? His hips ground against mine, pulling me closer, and resistance wasn't even on the radar when his lips found mine.
His tongue twined with mine and formed slippery, hypnotic, wonderful circles. I moaned into his mouth. It only encouraged him.
Brass grabbed my bottom lip with his teeth, sucking it deep into his mouth, flicking his thick, strong tongue over both our lips again and again. It was his trademark, a salacious preview of what was to come.
I reached between my legs and put my hand on his dick. He grunted. Smiling into the next kiss, I pushed my way around him harder, breath hitching when my clit pressed perfectly on his hardness through the denim.
Jesus, to hell with that denim! I wanted him to grab my waist and rip the jeans off right f*cking now.
“Brass!” The screen door popped open and banged in its frame.
Mortified, I looked up at Saffron. Brass broke our latest kiss and shot his sister a look that could've cooled the sun. The brunette threw one hand over her mouth and barely stifled the humiliating laughter just in time.
“Well, I was going to ask if you two wanted some dessert...but it looks like you've beat me to the punch.”
Red hot blood filled my cheeks. I tried to look away, fighting to wriggle my way off him, but he wouldn't let go. His fingers stayed tight around my ass, painful reminders of sheer sex stopped in its tracks.
“Go back inside, sis. We'll be in after a little while.” Anger flowed through his voice. Not a shred of shame. “And yeah, keep something warm for us. Lemme guess – it's that patented brownie a la mode stuff, right?”
Saffron looked right at me and gave a curt nod. Oh, God. I thought I'd be sick right then and there, all my redness turning green now that my shame was complete.
“I'll keep it ready for you two.” One more wickedly knowing smile and she went back inside.
I slapped his chest so hard I heard the thud. “Let go of me!”
“You f*cking kidding, babe?” he growled, tightening his grip until I couldn't move. “We haven't f*cked for days. Shelly makes a mean f*cking treat in her kitchen, but I'd give up ever tasting it again for one more taste of you. Right here, right now...”
“But Jackie's waiting for us,” I moaned, desperate to extinguish the guilty fire roaring inside me.
“She can wait a few more minutes. She's probably stuffing her face with brownie and loving it. Come on. Down by the lake.” His eyes narrowed. “Don't bullshit me, baby girl. I know you want this as bad as I do. Things are about to get a lot more f*cked up before they get better. We gotta take advantage of these times together, you know?”
I nodded, wondering where he was going. He rocked his rock hard erection into me, raising his hips high enough to lift my whole body, and then I couldn't wonder about anything at all.
I came undone. His dick made me want to jerk and moan like a madwoman, igniting a temporary insanity any courtroom would've approved.
Warm, hot breath poured into my ear. His stubble raked my neck, prickly and masculine. Sexy as hell? Oh, yeah.
Damn! There was that heat again, thawing the glacial shame in my veins, becoming the filthiest kind of lust.
“I'm making sure Fang and his psychos are dead one way or another. Don't know if I'll walk out alive when the big showdown comes.” He kissed my neck, right in the middle, giving me a shudder that silenced all the worries his words wanted to stir. “Only one thing's clear: I'm not leaving this f*cking planet without having you as much as I can. I don't care if I die tomorrow with lead in my chest, or in my sleep when I'm a decrepit old bastard. We're f*cking, babe. Fucking on demand. Fucking day and night. Fucking to remind you you're my old lady, and you're never gonna get claimed half as hard as when I'm between your legs, filling your *, no matter what the f*ck happens from here. Come on. Live and learn. Let's f*ck.”
By the time he whispered those last two words, I was a shaking, sweating, sopping wet mess in his hands. My hips were moving on their own, shifting against him again and again, every nerve screaming to be f*cked while my stupid head tried to say no.