Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(58)

Finally, it must've sunk in. Firefly leaped up from the bar and caused his girl to jerk up awkwardly, losing her headrest.

“Congratulations, brother. I'm done giving you shit.” His big arms held us both, crushed us to his massive chest. “Let's get this woman inked up. It's about time this club had some good news.”

Amen to that.

Meg watched me nervously from the padded chair. She'd chosen to take my brand on her shoulder, a perfect place for me to see it whenever I told her to wear something loose in the warmer weather. Better still when we were naked and I mounted her from behind.

I'd watch my brand appearing on her skin like a damned target, all the encouragement I needed to f*ck her harder, mark her from the inside out. My balls churned, aching to unload inside her, watching as Firefly kept her arm pinned down with one hand, and used the other to scrawl the design we'd picked out with the ink gun.

“You're doing so good, baby. This is the last pain you're ever gonna feel for me. I promise.” I grabbed her free hand and laced my fingers through hers.

I couldn't tell if she wanted to laugh or cry. Her whole face twitched, on the verge of going to pieces.

Her smile said everything I needed to know.

We'd only talked about the design minutes before Firefly went to work. I watched him etch a heart on her shoulder made from iron bars, just like the gate in front of her home. The center was all open, and the Enforcer stenciled PROPERTY OF SKIN, DEADLY PISTOLS MC TENNESSEE onto her flesh one glorious letter at a time.

By the time he was working on the finishing touches, I couldn't hold it. I leaned in and crushed my lips on hers, tasting what belonged to me. Fuck if she didn't taste even better already – something I'd have thought was impossible.

“She's all good to go, brother.” Firefly turned off the ink gun and grinned, admiring his work. “Lucky man. The girl was hot before, but now? Shit, ya'll are lucky I've got somebody to keep me company tonight.”

I shot him a withering look. Joking or not, I didn't take kindly to other men sniffing around her, even my own brothers. Jerking her up by the wrist, I pulled her into me, holding onto her extra tight, grazing my stubble across her bare neck.

She shuddered. Fuck if it didn't make me imagine her rippling underneath me.

Christ, she'd get f*cked tonight. Harder than a boulder dropping. I'd slam my cock in and out of her 'til sunup, marking her as mine, making her understand beyond any shred of doubt what her tight little body did to me.

“We're done here, Firefly. Thanks for playing artist for the night.”

“There's nobody better in this MC. You taking off for the night, or crashing here?”

“Yeah, we'll be back when the Prez says it's time for church. Or whenever this little lady wants to go home. Try to keep Dust from spending every damned cent of what we just inventoried. I know morale's been low, but f*ck, we've finally got ourselves a second chance. We deserve it.”

I was talking about the club, but I held Meg's eyes the entire time. My new old lady never wavered, catching the hidden meaning in everything I said.

“Yeah, we do,” she whispered, just as we headed out. “A second chance, and a whole lot more.”

They'd be the last words I'd let her say tonight before I f*cked her incoherent.

We left the clubhouse and rode underneath the moonlight. It was going on two o'clock in the morning, a bewitching hour, but I wouldn't trade this ride for anything.

She pressed close to me in the cold, purring in my ear during the ride to my cabin. My cock pulsed in my denim each time I felt her breath, imagined feeling her tongue wrapped around me again.

I wanted her to suck me off, almost as bad as I wanted to take her * over and over with my mouth, my cock, my hands, whatever would make her go to pieces. I hadn't f*cked her enough yet – not nearly enough to wipe away all the traces of Ricky and the bastards he'd sold her to for pennies.

“Hold on tight here,” I told her, a quick warning before we entered the final stretch.

My bike growled up the last bend, an unpaved dirt road through the forest. She yelped surprise, ducking underneath the low hanging branches, bringing her so close to me my entire body ached.

She stirred me up like a goddamned fire.

I needed to f*ck. Not just in the pure, crazy, animal sense, though that was there too. I needed this woman like I needed to cleanse my own soul, meld bodies and heartbeats 'til I emptied everything I had inside her.

No chick was ever worth truly draining myself for 'til Megan. And now that I was about to give her a proper honeymoon as my woman for the very first time, no other girl ever would.

We rolled up next to the lake and I parked the bike. My hands burned to touch her. I pulled her up and ripped her helmet off, sneaking in another kiss, bending her over my bike and holding her while we kissed, one last taste before we headed inside.

“If I'm going to be your woman for the night, yours forever, there's something I want to know...”

Why did she sound so shy all of a sudden? My lips pulled up in a smirk and I leaned in close, teasing my lips across hers without closing in another full kiss.

“Anything, babe, as long as it ain't club biz.”

“Your real name can't be Skin. What was it before?”

My eyes widened. I'd never had a woman ask for my given name since I'd put on the patch. That shit belonged to another world, and it was never supposed to have a voice once my folks were gone.