Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(151)
“Thanks, Prez. You're the f*cking best.”
I really meant it. I tucked the money carefully into my saddlebag and rode, fast and hard, taking off to the hotel where I had the girls while we waited to find something more permanent.
“Is Jackie home?” I asked, as soon as I pushed my way into the kitchen. I tucked the bag in the closet near the door, just out of view.
Missy ran toward me and gave me a kiss. My cock jerked fierce. Damn that woman had a gift for making me jump, no matter how tired or preoccupied I was with other shit. As soon as her lips landed on mine, there was one thing on my mind. It was hard as f*ck to put sex on hold, but I needed to do this.
“She's doing homework. Why?”
“Get her in here right now. I got something for you girls. Both of you.”
She gave me an odd look, and then moved to the door joining our two rooms. I'd rented double, knowing we'd be here for at least a week or two.
One knock and the kid opened up. She came out, and both of them sat at the little table in the corner. I ripped the closet open and pulled it out.
It took my girl several seconds to realize what was coming down in front of her. Then her hand trembled, reaching for it cautiously.
“Present from Blackjack. The shit you were owed all along from your dad. It's not everything...but I think you'll agree it's plenty.”
Missy unzipped it and pushed her hands through crisp, fat stacks of cash. Jackie let out a squeal and jumped out of her chair, looking like she'd just run face first into one of those gawky boys she loved to listen to, signing about broken hearts or some shit.
“Use it wisely, girls, I know you will.”
Missy dropped the two wads of money she was holding back into the bag. It was her turn to freak out, jump into my arms, and wrap her legs around me. Big f*cking mistake.
I couldn't resist kissing her hard, all while her little sis laughed and made a face.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “You don't even know what this means...”
“Yeah, babe, actually I do,” I said. “Means you're gonna send the kid to college and finish school yourself. Then you're gonna do whatever the f*ck you want with that money. It only took a drive through hell to bring it back where it belongs, right?”
“Right,” she agreed, pushing her smiling face into mine.
We'd spilled a lot of blood and suffered to turn everything upside down rightside up again. And now, it was all worth it, clear as the sun and laughter lighting up the room.
XI: Room to Love (Missy)
One Month Later
The Nevada sun was high and hot, but I wore it anyway. Ever since I put on the jacket with PROPERTY OF BRASS sewn on its leather back a couple days ago, I felt totally naked without its smooth, comforting embrace on my skin.
I sat beneath a sunbeam at the massive casino hotel, looking down over the pool where Jackie spent the majority of the last two days when she wasn't with us. My little sis was definitely making the most of her Memorial Day – stretching out in the warm water, trying to catch a tan. Some gawky looking boy kept coming around, making her flush and giggle.
“Shit. Is that kid sniffing around the girl again?” I turned and saw Brass standing there with my afternoon coffee and a beer for himself.
“Oh, leave her alone,” I said with a smile. “She's having fun here. I'm sure she likes having somebody besides us for company.”
“Says the big sis who doesn't notice all the friends she's been having over lately.” Brass narrowed his eyes, still looking out the window. “Girlfriends are one thing. I'm keeping my eye on that f*cking punk, though. She's too young to know a good man.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes. “I hope we have a daughter someday. You're going to make one hell of a dad.”
That got his attention. He stepped away from the huge window and pulled me up, tugging me into his arms. “Fuck, babe. Any kid you give me's gonna come out so perfect I'll have it easy. But right now, I'm too damned horny to worry about changing diapers or waving a shotgun in some scrappy boy's face when he comes by for prom.”
“Oh.” I looked down and noticed the lump in his pants. “Sounds like we'd better go take care of that. You never know when Jackie might get sick of her company and come knocking for another night on the Vegas strip.”
“Plenty of time for everything, Missy.” He leaned closer as we walked toward our room. “I'm gonna f*ck you hard enough 'til we can get back to it around midnight. You're gonna feel it when you slip your heels on and hit the town tonight. I'm not ashamed to leave you sore.”
No, he wasn't. The instant we pushed into our room and he kicked the door shut, he ripped the coffee cup out of my hand and set it on the bathroom counter.
“Save that shit for later. You'll need a pick me up when we're through.”
Rough hands pushed me to the wall and he sank down, tasting my lips, kissing his way across my throat while he groped my breasts through my shirt. Jesus, the leather wrapped around me was really sweltering hot now.
I tried to push it off, but Brass grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me. “You lose everything but that. Leave it on, old lady. I wanna see my name on you when we f*ck.”
“Brass!”
He tugged at my jeans, and then my panties. They came off fast and he allowed me to step out of them. Then he grabbed my legs, pushed them to the wall, keeping my thighs splayed apart for his face.