Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(59)

They'd been the last to call me by my name, and that was the way I'd intended to keep it.

But hell, I'd never dreamed of claiming an old lady 'til now. I'd never brought a woman to this place, into my private world, beyond the bike, the bar, and my cramped little room in the clubhouse.

“Walk with me. Let me show you the lake.”

“But!”

I cut her off. Taking her by the hand, I led her down the steps going down to the old dock, the same place me and my old man launched our boat for fishing. Those were the best times I had with Dad, when he was away from the club.

“You wanna know my name? Fine, babe, I'll give it to you, but you're gonna know the rest of me too.”

“What is this place?” she whispered, smiling as we gazed up at the stars, pristine and reflecting on the calm waters.

“Family cabin, like I said. It was my grandpa's, and then my dad's after him. It's mine now, seeing how they're gone. It's been my second home since I was a kid, back when everybody called me Parker.”

“Parker?” She beamed. “That's a beautiful name. So much nicer sounding than Skin.”

“Don't be fooled. Skin's who I am now. Parker's just an afterthought, Meg, a memory and a secret that doesn't mesh with the rest of my life anymore. I never meshed anywhere 'til I put on the patch and took my road name.” I clasped her chin and held her face for another kiss.

Goddamn, her lips tasted good. All of her teased my tongue like whiskey and honey. I thought about all the places I'd let my mouth roam tonight, at least 'til it decided to find that hot, wet place between her legs and smother her clit.

She moaned as I broke the kiss. “Can't I use it a little bit? Parker, I mean? It can be our secret, just like the new tattoo.”

“Whatever, babe, go ahead and say it when we're alone, if it makes you feel better.” My arms tightened, pulling her close. She didn't realize what a gift I'd just given her. “That ink on your shoulder's like a contract or a vow, yeah, but it's not a secret. Hell, I want every brother to know you belong to me. You're a marked woman, mine 'til the death. You got it?”

She didn't answer me with words. I barely had time to tuck a stray lock of her chestnut hair behind her ear before she leaned into me, tempting me with those lips.

My hands swung lower as we kissed. They found her ass, clasped it hard, and squeezed, pulling her into me, a prelude to everything we'd do inside my place. Cozy, naked and truly alone.

I'd f*ck her 'til the Smoky Mountains echoed with our cries. My cock twitched, hounding me to rip her jeans and panties clean off. I pushed my hips into hers and broke the kiss, slowly spinning her around, walking her up to the place before the horny motherf*cker in my pants caused me to take her outside.

There'd be plenty of time for that over the next few days. Tonight, I wanted to f*ck her behind the walls, ease her into being mine completely behind closed doors, and then mine forever out in the open with the night sky watching us.

“Why Skin?” She whispered on the way up, wiggling her fingers in mine.

“You never heard? Every road name has a story behind it.”

“Don't tell me.” Her smiled faded. “You skinned somebody alive, didn't you?”

I chuckled. Shit, the girl could make me laugh, but I couldn't let that distract us from what was about to happen tonight.

“Nah, I like tanning asses a lot more than I enjoy skinning them. Only women's. They named me Skin because I started saving the club's ass. First with Uncle Sam, and then in more important ways. Seems like this MC's always been living by the skin of its teeth, and that's the way I roll too. Living anywhere but the edge ain't worth living at all.”

We got to the door and I wiggled the lock. No sooner than we got inside, she pounced on me, moving me to slam her against the wall and bury my lips on hers.

“I love it!” Meg cooed. “Your name fits what's happened with us, too. You know this isn't just because you saved me, right? I really do love you, Skin. I want the man behind the hero...all of him.”

Fuck. Her hand settled on my cock and she pressed her fingers against me, gave it a firm pinch.

I put my hand over hers and moved her fingers up and down, forcing her to feel my heat, how hard and hot and ready I was for her. She whimpered when she felt me pulse behind my jeans, ready to bust through them and take her on the damned floor right here.

No, I couldn't do that shit. I had to shut the animal screaming inside me up, if only for a second.

She deserved better tonight. We deserved more.

I wanted her in a nice, cool bed. I had to f*ck her good and proper, slam her into the mattress when I emptied myself inside her. I wanted to hear her screams bouncing off the walls like gunfire, and f*ck yes, I wanted 'em reverberating in my ears forever.

With a growl, I spun her around, swept her into my arms. “Come on, baby girl, let's get our asses to bed. Just one rule in this house.”

She quirked an eyebrow and laughed. “Yeah, what's that?”

I walked her several more steps through the small cabin before I answered, passing the little kitchen. When we were at the threshold to the bedroom, I set her on the floor, smoothed her ass with one hand, and then worked my way up, ripping off her shirt before she could draw another breath.