Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(57)

Don't do it, I thought, clenching my jaw. You know where you belong, babe.

Here. Now. Forever.

“Honestly, I don't know what I'm getting into here,” Meg said slowly, pausing just long enough to make my damned heart stop. She spun around, flattening her hands on my chest, smiling at me. “But if it brings us closer together, Skin, I'm ready for it. I'm ready to take on anything. You saved my life and taught me I didn't die back in Ricky's place. You showed me I could have another life. You're all I could think about at my parents' place. I dated plenty before the pimp took me, and I never found any man with a scrap of what you're offering.”

“Babe, f*ck, just say the word,” I whispered, tightening my hold on her back, fighting to keep my hands off her perfect ass.

“I love you, Skin. And, well, I'm game for whatever this old lady thing means. No regrets. No going back.” She turned and looked at Dust, pushing her cheek onto my chest. “Just keep my man safe, Dust. That's all I'm going to ask from your club. If what he's telling me is true, then I'll be out of your hair for good, right?”

“Shit, you're sweet. Innocent and a little dumb. Nah, it's worse than that, girl. You haven't bought yourself a ticket outta anything.” Dust's smiled, and his shoulders straightened. “Becoming an old lady means you're part of this family. If anybody owes anyone else here a damned thing, it's the club promising you protection, the same as any brother.”

We both broke into a smile. I couldn't keep my lips off her. I didn't give a shit about the bulldog with the PRESIDENT patch watching us neither.

We plunged into a new flurry of kisses in the Prez's office, hungry as all hell, feeding the fire we shared, flames that wouldn't be dashed 'til we finally consummated this thing.

Hard, deep, and long. I wanted to f*ck her so damned hard she'd forget the first time. This was a night to remember, the most important one of our lives, and I'd spend the next few hours shaking every curve so hard she'd weep from the pleasure.

“All right, kids, that's enough!” Dust snarled, standing up. “You've both got twenty-four hours to change your minds before I announce this to the rest of the boys. Skin, you'd better bring her home with your brand inked in her skin, or I'll tear your damned ears off for leading everybody on. You, girl, make up your mind for good after tonight. Now, kindly get yourselves a room, and get the f*ck out of my sight.”

We stepped out and I closed the door, a split second before I grabbed her and threw her against the wall. We picked up right where we left off, out in the hallway, our lips dancing a desperate tango.

Tango? Fuck that. I'd never been much for dancing.

I shoved my tongue in her mouth, found hers, and dominated it. I pulled at my baby's bottom lip 'til I heard her whimper. Her breasts pushed into me, her nipples hard underneath all the fabric, and I stole the breath from her lungs.

My hips hooked to hers and I pushed. Hard. I wanted her to feel how hard and ready I was for her, how bad I wanted – no, needed – to f*ck her.

Getting her branded was just the first step. Taking control and owning her, well, that was deadly simple, and also a helluva lot more fun.

“Come on. We've got one more stop to make before we can get the f*ck outta here.”

“Huh?” She stopped and smiled, her eyes questioning mine. “You mean there's somewhere else we can go besides your room?”

“Yeah, there's a place not far from here, a family place I've had forever. It's a nice night, and not too cold.” I inwardly snorted, deciding not to bother dancing around this shit anymore. I leaned in close and hissed fire in her ear. “Obviously, I don't give a shit about the southern wind. This place doesn't have much for heat, but I'll make you burn between the sheets. You're mine, Meg, and that means I'm gonna spend every spare second f*cking you senseless. I'm not stopping 'til you're soaked like a sauna, not 'til your sweet cunt's massaged my dick dry half a dozen times or more.”

“Oh, God.” Her eyes fluttered shut as my hand grabbed her thigh and squeezed.

Fuck if I could take a second more. Grabbing her again, I led her to the bar, praying Firefly would still be there, maybe a little more sober now that he'd gotten in his fun for the night.

I found him with Blondie's head on his lap, a beer in his hand, staring lazily at an old Western playing on the flat screen without any sound.

“Aw, shit.” He took one look at Meg and stubbed out his smoke in the ashtray. “Your little toy's back? Did she bring the Prez the cash, or what?”

“You'll find out tomorrow, brother. All the club's business has been taken care of. Every man wearing this patch is gonna be pretty f*cking happy, let me tell you.” I walked closer, tugging Meg with me, who'd suddenly gone shy in my grip. “Keep the bullshit on your tongue. If I hear you call her a toy, a whore, or a stray again, I'll put my fist in your face, and I don't give a single f*ck if you know it's coming. I need ink, Firefly, if you're not too f*cked up to draw. She's mine, brother, and I want my brand on her tonight.”

His jaw dropped. “No f*cking way. Skin, the human calculator with a porno fix, settling down?”

He shook his head once, twice, three times. I nodded, coldly, staring him down. Why the f*ck did everything take so long around here?