Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(67)

The night passed like a dream. Skin kept me on his lap around the fire pit outside his cabin. We slow roasted steaks we'd picked up in town, shared a couple beers, and just enjoyed each other's warmth underneath the sprawling starlight.

It was a simple, but filling dinner with a complicated man I knew I'd remember for the rest of my life.

His hands were all over me before the moon peaked in the sky. I knew he was serious about the porch thing when he dragged a thick blanket outside. He wrapped it around us near the fire when my clothes came off.

Skin's mouth moved across my body, slowly at first, taking my heat from a glowing spark to a scalding roar. His muscles covered me, bare, inked, and beautiful.

Please f*ck me, Skin. Please. Please!

Begging wasn't even a question when his mouth sucked my hard nipples, and he lodged his cock between my folds, holding it against my wetness, teasing me until I thrashed against him.

I needed him inside me. No matter how many times he gave it to me, it would never be enough.

Every tease, every kiss, every lick reminded me who owned me now. As the fire inside me crackled hotter than the blaze in the pit next to us, hotter than the bright white stars above us, I never wanted him to stop.

Never.

I just wanted to f*ck him. So badly. Tonight, tomorrow, and forever.

We rolled together, wrestling in the blanket. His cock brushed my clit, forcing my arms and legs around him. My nails raked down the stripes tattooed on his back, digging into his power, pleading for what I needed most.

Just before he pushed inside me with a savage grunt, he looked me in the eyes like a wolf on the hunt. “I f*cking love you, babe. Whatever ends up happening, however rough it gets, just remember that. I'll love you, keep you, and f*ck you like you're mine 'til the day I die.”

“Skin...”

He covered my mouth with his, suffocating me in another steamy kiss as his cock plunged into me.

We f*cked long and hard. I lost track of how many times I came while he moved like a piston, growling into my mouth, thrashing his tongue against mine to match the energy in his hips.

“Wrap your legs tight, woman. I'm gonna flood you again, and I don't want you to lose a damned drop.”

Yes, sir. I did exactly what he asked. He f*cked me so hard the wooden porch creaked underneath us. He f*cked me like the animal he was, the beast I'd fallen in love with.

I'd fallen so hard, too.

So hard it hurt. So hard it pleased. So hard it let me know that he meant every single word he'd said today, everything he'd had stamped on my skin, everything about being his forever.

I came like a madwoman. His hands clasped my ass with a snarl, pulling me deeper onto his cock, roaring as he came inside me.

I'd say it was too much, but then, it always was.

This outlaw's pleasure was a crime itself, so forbidden it only made me come harder on his length while he pumped his seed inside me. I cried out again and again as he f*cked me straight through it, the fire in my belly becoming lava again.

When he finally pulled out, the sweet relief lasted all of about five minutes before he started stroking my * again, holding his come inside me.

I shifted, climbed over him, drew him into my mouth. His taste, his scent, his strength enveloped me on the longest night of my life, but also the best.

We kissed, sucked, and f*cked ourselves hoarse for what seemed like hours. I wasn't sure when my body finally collapsed into sleep. But when I woke up the next morning tangled with him, eyeing the fog drifting over the lake and blanketing the colorful mountains, I knew I'd found paradise.

There wasn't any question. If I'd been crazy to do this old lady thing without really knowing what I was getting myself into, then it was the very best way a woman could lose her mind.

I started coffee back inside the cabin. Skin lingered for a little while, cleaning up, told me he'd be inside in a little bit to help with the food.

Humming to myself, I watched the sweet black stuff brew in the pot. I hurt like hell, and I smiled, knowing I'd be feeling last night all day. The bathroom mirror showed several new deep purple marks around my throat.

I'd thought the branding ended back at the clubhouse, and of course, I was wrong. Part of me wanted to punch him. The rest of me adored it, secretly loved having a man who wanted to mark me up.

Thank God for winter, right around the bend. I'd be stocking up on turtlenecks for all the long, cold nights we'd undoubtedly have together.

I was fishing eggs and bacon out of the fridge when the screen door slammed open. Skin stepped into the kitchen with his eyes dark and serious.

“Get your shit together and throw the food back, babe. We have to go. Now.”

Fear shot through my heart. “What's wrong? What happened?”

“Club's in trouble. Firefly took a bullet in the shoulder less than a block away from the clubhouse. The guys have been patrolling all morning and it looks like the area's secure. This shit's a message from the Deads. I've got to get you the f*ck outta here.”

For a second, I froze, cold blood running through me. “What do they want? Are they finally back to fight over the dead men?”

“Don't know, that's for us to figure out. My only worry's keeping you safe 'til I get you somewhere secure. I'd prefer that be the clubhouse, but if you wanna swallow the poison yesterday and go back to your family for this, I'll understand.”