Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(43)
Meg flashed me a smile. I'd caught her walking outta the shower, a towel wrapped tight around her, tempting me to tear it off.
She shifted her weight, forcing me to see the contour of her hips. “You mean you're taking me out to dinner tonight? What, are we dating now, or something?”
The girl winked, and my blood turned into fire.
Fuck. My dick remembered everything we'd done last night, everything she had waiting beneath that flimsy little towel. I'd f*cked her for hours after I spilled my seed inside her the first time, and it still wasn't enough.
I wanted more. I wanted it so damned bad I had to fight with everything I had to shut down the instinct to march over, strip her bare, and f*ck us both seven ways stupid.
But I didn't do goodbye f*cks. Especially when I'd finally gotten the clearance to get her home without any huge hangups. I had to do it now, before the Prez changed his mind, or Joker helped him in all his ruthlessness.
“You heard me, woman,” I said, turning away from the beautiful sight in front of me and ripping open the closet. I pulled out all her new clothes and began throwing them on the bed, wondering if she'd want any of this shit once she was with her rich family again.
“Jesus, Skin! Slow down.” Next thing I knew, she stood next to me, tugging on my arm. “Why can't we talk like normal people? Tell me what's going on?”
There wasn't any time for that. As soon as I had her outfits laid out, I grabbed an old bag from cleaning my cut, and started to throw her shit in there, leaving her a pair of jeans and a tank top to change into.
“I said, you heard me. You're going home. Nothing else to say.”
Her jaw dropped. Her big blue eyes became wide moons in front of me, moons I'd stared into last night while we f*cked, her chestnut hair tangled between my fingers.
My dick begged me to slow down, and so did her expression. But I wasn't listening to either of them. This mission couldn't wait, dammit, and nothing was getting in my way when I had a chance to get her to total safety.
“I don't understand, Skin. It can't be that easy.”
“Things change, babe.” I shrugged, tying the bag shut, ignoring her. “Quit acting like you're all upset. This is everything we've been waiting for since I dragged you to the clubhouse. I'd be a damned fool to give it up, and so would you.”
“Home...” she repeated the word like she needed to just to grasp the meaning again. “Holy shit. What will I tell my parents? I still haven't figured anything out. I mean, I had some ideas, but I woke up so late after last night, and none of them are very good.”
“You'll have a week tops to sort that shit out in the comfort of your own home,” I said, grabbing her by the wrist. I led her into the bathroom and set her change of clothes on the toilet next to her, stepping outside with my back turned while she changed.
Fuck, my eyes burned knowing she was naked behind me. I heard her clothes rustling slowly, as if it took her massive energy just to move.
I couldn't turn around, no matter how much my body begged me. If I gave in and saw her in the nude again, I'd want to keep her here forever. I sure as shit wouldn't let her leave without one more f*ck, one more fiery, passionate fling on the bed next to me, grabbing her sweet ass and shaking her 'til she almost broke while I slammed myself in so deep my balls bruised her.
My fists tensed at my sides. Lucky for her, she didn't have a thing to worry about.
I wasn't gonna f*ck her and send her home with an even more screwed up head. Just like I wasn't gonna look her in the eye right now and let her see what she'd done to me, turning me into a lustful, possessive mess.
Me, Skin, the rock hard motherf*cker who never got attached to any *. I'd always been the man to f*ck and forget. Hell, I still was that guy, it was just harder this time, because I'd spent more time having her in my bed than most girls.
“You have to tell me what's changed. What's the catch?” Her voice darkened.
I turned around and faced the only woman I'd slept with as opposed to just f*cking. The only woman I'd dreamed about wearing my brand, and maybe the only chick this side of Nashville who never f*cking would.
“Prez had a change of heart. I convinced him. It isn't right to hold you here like our personal cash cow. Lord knows you've had enough of that shit.” She folded her arms, shooting me a skeptical look through all her shock.
The girl wasn't stupid. Shit, that made me want to f*ck her more, hard enough to rattle the brains in her pretty head.
“You're expected to deliver the money, babe. That shit hasn't changed. Quarter million, solid, straight from your folks.” I gave her my coldest look, trying to make her realize how serious it was without scaring her. “Consider it a finder's fee, the price of rescue, operating costs, whatever the f*ck you want. Truth is, everybody knows what's on the line here. The club's interest in the reward money is the same it always was. Big difference is, now you've got a chance to get it over to us while you start to put your life back together. Come on, I know your family's rich. Two hundred and fifty big's a drop in the damned bucket, isn't it?”
She cocked her head. “Okay, fair enough. And what happens if my parents say no, Skin? What if the police ask too many questions? What if I can't convince them?”
I had a crystal clear vision of everything Dust told me. I saw myself being held down by all the brothers and punched in the face, over and over 'til Joker broke my nose, plus a few ribs. They'd have to beat me stupid to make me stand down while they pulled her outta her house and forced her back into slavery, this time shaking that killer ass for grubby motherf*ckers in our nudie bar.