Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(76)

I heard his bike pull into the garage just as I slid beneath the sheets. The screen banged shut half a minute later.

“Babe?” he called, his heavy boots thudding on the hardwood floors, gradually weaving through the maze of boxes and furniture, making his way to the bedroom.

“I'm in here,” I said softly, once I knew he was in the hall.

He froze in the doorway the second he saw me. “Fucking shit.”

I grinned, turning on my side, feeling like something out of an old 1960s movie where women went all out to seduce their men. Of course, none of the men in those black and white flicks had a thing on Skin. Not with their suits, their ties, their sharp waxed mustaches.

The man holding himself in the frame looked like a bull about to charge. “What's this? I thought you wanted to get started setting up? You must need my cock like crazy.”

“You know I do,” I moaned, pushing my legs together.

Jesus, my panties were already soaked. He stepped loudly into the room, his hands working on his belt, dragging it out through the loops and fisting it in one hand.

“I oughta spank you silly for teasing me like this,” he growled, his eyes dark and serious enough to do it.

“You know I'm not a tease,” I cooed. “Well, not much, anyway. Come on, old man. Take what's yours. I know you can't get enough of me. I'm yours, all yours, forever.”

I still couldn't say those words without my voice shaking near the end. Several months ago, I couldn't have imagined this.

When Ricky and his Johns had me under lock and key, I never thought I'd willingly give myself to a man again.

I never thought I'd give it all up so easily.

Never thought I'd crave a masculine touch.

Never thought I'd stamp something like PROPERTY OF SKIN into my very flesh.

But I did. I did it all for him, as surely as my * burned to feel him in me, slick and hot and wanting.

“Shit, woman, there goes the whole night.” His belt dropped, banging its buckle on the floor.

His clothes weren't far behind. I sucked my bottom lip as I saw his cut fall, and then the shirt he wore under it. He rolled it off over his head to reveal the dark tattoos I loved to scratch, kiss, and bite.

We always started slow, but ended so rough. Fucking Skin was like a slow moving heat storm, a tempest that made me wet with sweat and desire. One that didn't let up until I was completely exhausted, shaken, and wanting him all over again.

His pants dropped and he kicked off his boots, saving his boxers for last. His cock sprang out, angry and ready, pulling him toward the bed like a magnet, eager to fill me hard and deep.

Two more steps, and his hand shot out. He stopped near my belly, grabbing at the sheet, and ripped it off in one vicious yank. It went flying over his shoulder across the room, and there was nothing else between us.

“Fuck me outta my mind,” he growled.

I swooned as his hungry eyes crawled over me, slowly feeding our lust. He saw everything I had for him, the creamy lingerie I'd picked out. White stockings, white panties, white bra.

White, just like something I'd wear walking down the aisle, or maybe on my honeymoon.

I'd decided that morning I wasn't waiting for a wedding to dress like his whore, his wife.

I ached to feel every inch of him slamming me senseless in our brand new home. It had been the longest morning of my life at Daddy's office, like torture, waiting to trade my long business dress for this lingerie I'd picked out as his old lady.

“You're damned lucky I'm gonna make you come your brains out before I shove my cock inside you, woman. It'll make it easier when I shred that white lace you're wearing like f*cking confetti.”

He pounced, covering me with his massive, beautiful body. I moaned when I felt his cock press against my panties, nothing but sopping wet lace between us. Skin's lips pulsed along my neck, kissing down my throat.

His hand moved aggressively, pulling my bra aside. I whimpered and shook when he took my nipple in his mouth. It only caused him to growl, and pin me down harder.

Holy shit. Holy Skin. Holy Parker!

Yes, everything was holy when his wicked mouth went to work. His free hand slipped down the waistband to my panties and he circled my clit, faster and faster as his tongue moved like clockwork over my nipples.

I feared I'd come on the spot. My hands scratched at his powerful wrist, but he held me down so easily, dominating me completely.

This man never lied. He always lived by his word, doing exactly what he promised, whether he was killing monsters on the street or taking over every inch of me.

That meant I could never hide, never hold back, never stop the waves of pleasure from crashing over me and sweeping me away.

When a man possesses you so much, seizes every molecule with his energy, hiding isn't even an option.

“Fuck, Parker...I can't!”

Oh, but I could. His tongue moved to my opposite breast just as his thumb found my clit, running over it again and again. His rough fingers stroked my * to heaven.

I could take anything and everything with this man.

I came hard, right on his hand, feeling my cunt tense up and gush. He lifted his head off my breasts and crushed his lips over my mouth, stifling my breathless gasps, swallowing every scream.

“Beautiful, babe, just f*ckin' beautiful. You know you come like a rocket a little more every time we do this, yeah?”