Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(36)

My eyes ran across his patches, and the dark inks on his arms. Tiger stripes and swords mingled, skulls and tiny cards stamped in black. The canvass hiding the complicated man underneath was just as complex, a mesh of death and courage, blended together to the point where the two were nearly indistinguishable.

“Get some sleep and don't worry about any of this shit, Meg. I'll keep you safe, and so will the rest of the club. You're going home soon, babe.”

“I need to thank you,” I purred, my eyes inevitably dropping to the ridge where his legs met.

He tensed up when I put my hand on his fly. Skin's dark, handsome eyes followed me as I got in front of him and sunk down to my knees, ready to take another man's cock deep into my mouth.

Except this time it was a man I wanted. And I wanted to please him like nothing else, to make him lose control and show me everything underneath the surface. I had to strip him down the same way he'd done to me, if only to share souls with a stranger for one beautiful night.

“Babe, what the hell do you think you're doing?” he rumbled, fisting my hair as I unzipped his fly, reaching in for his cock.

“What do you think?” I actually smiled after I said it, something I hadn't done with a man since I'd fooled around with the rich boy and popular jocks in college. It felt like a lifetime ago.

“Megan...wait. You shouldn't.” He pulled my hair so tight my hand stopped on his boxers, one pull away from grasping the huge, hot, rock hard length underneath. “I don't need any goddamned favors for saving your life.”

“It's not a quid pro quo, Skin. Don't worry about that. I'm not the screwed up little girl you think. I have desires...needs.”

Crap. That last word hissed out of my mouth so sharp it caused me to tremble. My fingers instinctively tightened on his cock, wondering what it would feel like to draw him deep inside my mouth, inside my body.

My * tingled, wet and alive in a way it hadn't been for at least a year. Not even Crawford or the other boy toys I'd had made me burn like this.

They hadn't killed for me. They hadn't warped life and death. They hadn't mastered hell and carried me through it. And they absolutely didn't have a single thing on this giant warrior in front of me, this man who'd carved his glorious body by f*cking and fighting instead of lifting weights.

He was stronger than anyone I'd ever felt, and it wasn't just because he'd saved me. Some of the truckers Ricky brought in to use me were huge, but they weren't as dynamic, as strong, as masculine as this perfect beast I wanted for the night.

One night wasn't a sin. One night with him wouldn't ruin me – on the contrary, it might bring me back to life.

“It's too early for this shit. You shouldn't even think about it 'til you go home and talk to somebody. Get some help. Get your head screwed on straight.”

I looked him right in the eye and ran my tongue across my lips. His words told a different story than the hunger in his eyes. He wanted me, and for the first time in months, I remembered how amazing it was to be wanted.

“Come on. Don't be shy. You're not going to stop me if I pull this out and give it a little kiss, are you? I swear I'm really good at it. I'm clean. I'll make you feel so f*cking good, Skin, if you'll just make me feel human again tonight.” I swallowed, fighting the lump of angst and regret in my throat. “It's been so long...I haven't wanted a man until you. This isn't about repaying you for anything. This is about what I want, and I know it's the same thing you do too. Can't we just enjoy each other for one short night?”

He grunted, as if considering my words. Hell with it.

I wasn't going to give him a chance to think about anything. I practically shredded his boxers with my nails, tearing open his fly, pulling out the magnificent cock I'd only caught a few brief glimpses of in the dark, foggy shower.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, feeling him spring to life in my hand, angry and throbbing. The fist in my hair jerked tighter when I ran my fingers up and down his length, giving him several quick pumps, a prelude to my lips approaching the thick, swollen head, slick with his pre-come.

“You do this, babe, and there's no going back. I don't do teases. I've been waiting to feel you wrapped around my cock from the first time I saw you in that dirty little room.” He paused, pulling my hair harder, his lust almost ripping it out by the roots. “The second you put your mouth on my dick, I own you all f*cking night, understand? And once you're mine, I'll never, ever wanna let go.”

His words made me burn. I smiled and nodded, all I could manage with the fire between my legs blazing deep up my body.

I'd never wanted any man so bad before this moment. My grip on his cock tightened as his relaxed on my head, and I leaned into him, inhaling his scent, opening wide for the tip of his pulsing erection.

He tasted just as good as he smelled. Earthy, raw, masculine. I slid my tongue all the way over him, orbiting his crown, drawing him deep into my mouth.

“Fuck!” Skin roared, repositioning his hand until it was on the back of my head, controlling me, pushing me to take him deeper.

I did. Without hesitation, without a second thought, without wondering if I was losing my mind. I sucked him deep, surrendering to the sweet primal wave sweeping over my senses.

I took every inch of him I could manage, and it still wasn't half his full length. I attacked his cock with an energy I'd never had with any man, much less the filthy Johns in the whorehouse.