Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(65)

The tension building around my womb went off like dynamite, ripping me in two.

I shuddered, I screamed, I think I blacked out for a few insane seconds in the throbbing inferno consuming me.

My * completely lost control, and I could feel myself gushing all over him, adding my wetness to his as he stroked deep, buried himself with a roar, and erupted.

Skin never stopped f*cking me through our blinding climax. His cock thrust in and out while he buried his seed, adding more heat than I could handle, making me come so hard my f*cking heart stopped.

With other men, there was f*cking. Then there was this, whatever it was.

No filthy word seemed fit to do justice to the wild cascade he'd ignited in my body, burning me down.

I gasped, desperate to refill my starving lungs, when I finally came down from the frenzy. Skin held me tight and stroked my hair. He hadn't gone soft. He held his cock inside me, enjoying my warmth, our heartbeats dancing as one.

“You believe in destiny, babe?”

Jesus. He asked me a question that deep when my head was still buzzing from the sex? I laughed and shook my head.

“Don't think so. I'm a free will kinda girl, or that's what I remember from the philosophy course I took freshman year.”

“Too bad. Stick with me, and I'll make a believer outta you. I knew we were meant to be from the second I gave you my ring.” Skin grinned, but his eyes were deadly serious.

They poured a little more crazed, masculine energy into me every time I looked at him.

I grabbed his fingers, feeling the precious hand-me-down I'd kept while I waited for my rescue. It was so warm, holding a little of his heat. I missed having it on my hand.

“I know you like that shit,” he growled, stopping to kiss the fresh hickeys he'd left on my neck. “Hang on just a little longer. You think my ring felt good on you before, I'll have to give you CPR to make sure you don't die on me when I give you a pretty new one.”

My body jolted. Was he talking about marriage?

It didn't surprise me. This old lady branding thing felt like I'd taken on something deeper than a proposal, crazier than ordinary wedding vows.

I'd told him I was ready, and I meant it. My whole body jerked, mad excitement rushing through me. We kissed again, and my hips started to move, stroking up and down on the hardness still in me.

I didn't believe in destiny. Not yet. I could back out if I wanted to, I didn't have to be an outlaw's bride.

But by the time I began moaning and clenching on his length all over again, I couldn't imagine anything else.

I couldn't wear him down. My legs burned like fire by the time we were heading back to his cabin that evening, and not just from all the hiking.

The man brought a whole new meaning to insatiable.

He'd f*cked me two more times out in the forest clearing, and he was already giving me that look like he wanted me naked as soon as we got home. I should've been drained, but my traitorous * tingled anyway, horny for more of what he'd left inside me.

God. At this rate, he'd knock me up whether I was on birth control or not.

Everything was moving too fast, and he was in the lead. He took my hand whenever I slowed down, pulled me forward, helping me through the woods just like he'd drawn me through life.

“Think I'll f*ck you on the porch tonight,” he said, squeezing my fingers. “We're damned lucky we've got another clear night. You saw those stars last night, didn't you?”

“Yup. Better make the most of it. It's our last night here for a little while.”

The nervousness building in the back of my brain started to seep out. I worried about how I'd go out with him again, much less get moved in.

My parents would want me dragged off to therapy with a court order if I told them I'd decided to hitch up with some man I'd only met weeks ago. And if Daddy didn't keep the pressure on Detective Harlow, he might come looking for more evidence about the dead men.

If he found out about Skin, he'd have a lot to dig through, too. I couldn't let it happen.

“Babe, what's wrong?” My man stopped, pulled me close, scanning my eyes with his.

I couldn't hide anything. “I'm worried,” I said.

“Tell me what's behind it, and I'll make it right.”

It sounded so easy, and I wanted to believe him. I smiled, wiggled my fingers in his, and looked past him at the wild fall colors lighting up the trees.

“It's not that simple. I don't know what I'm going to tell my parents, Skin. They're expecting me to come home and shove off to this place in Georgia for a few weeks so I can get some help. Mentally, I mean.”

“Bullshit. I'll talk to your old man, face to face. Call him up right now.”

I laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. But the biker reached into my bag, found my phone, and jerked it out, pushing it into my hand.

“Tell him the truth. Tell him about us. You're welcome to see a shrink on the side, Meg, I ain't gonna stop you. But when I look into your eyes, I don't see a broken, beat down woman. I was afraid that's what you'd be, even after I blew the pimp's f*cking brains out, but I was wrong. You're stronger than that. You've got everything you need to get your life back on track right here.”

He thumped his chest, then narrowed his eyes, giving me that killer look he'd used all through the rescue. “Call him. Tell him.”