by Snow, Nicole
Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance
By Nicole Snow
Table of Contents
Title Page
Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance
I: Love Interrupted (Elle Jo)
II: Blowout (Asphalt)
III: Down the Aisle (Elle Jo)
IV: Tamer (Asphalt)
V: Baby Steps (Elle Jo)
VI: Fissure (Asphalt)
VII: Lost in Translation (Elle Jo)
VIII: Uncaged (Asphalt)
IX: Sweet Mercy (Elle Jo)
X: Crusade (Asphalt)
XI: Undefeated (Elle Jo)
XII: Drive On (Asphalt)
Blackjack's Secret: Grizzlies MC Romance | By Nicole Snow
I: No Less Bitter (Blackjack)
II: Firecracker (Blackjack)
III: Bitter, Bitter Fruit (Blackjack)
IV: Hello, Purgatory (Blackjack)
V: Twenty Year Winter (Blackjack)
VI: To Eternity (Lizzie)
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Outlaw's Bride: Grizzlies MC Romance | By Nicole Snow
I: A Piece of Him (Sally)
II: Longing (Roman)
III: Corralled (Sally)
IV: Bang, Crash, Boom (Roman)
V: Furious (Sally)
VI: Taking Control (Roman)
VII: No More Fooling (Sally)
VIII: Bad Blood (Roman)
IX: Rampage (Sally)
X: Paradise Rocked (Roman)
XI: Blinders Off (Sally)
XII: Better Mousetrap (Roman)
XIII: Under the Gun (Sally)
XIV: Clean Cut (Roman)
XV: 'Til the End of Time (Sally)
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Published in the United States of America.
First published in December, 2015.
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Cover Design – L.J. Anderson – Mayhem Cover Creations. Photo by Allan Spiers Photography.
Description
I'M MARRYING AN OUTLAW AND I CAN'T FAKE IT...
ELLE JO
Forget the flowers and tender kisses. I'm marrying a man who took a bullet for me tomorrow, and I don't have a choice.
Did I say he's an outlaw? Asphalt has slayed more men on the road and taken more women between the sheets than I can ever count.
He's arrogant. Savage. So handsome and wild I should slap him for being this beautiful while he does every sin in the book. When he tells me I'm going to say I do, and mean it, I want to believe him.
Especially when he's the boy I left behind. All the insanity I tried to escape when I stopped being the sheltered club princess.
So, why the hell can't I keep my lips off his when he gives me that smirk and whispers filthy things in my ear?
ASPHALT
She thinks it's pretend, and club business is the only reason I'm slapping my brand on her skin. What a damned joke.
Elle got away from me years ago. Never again.
I'm putting her where she belongs the second I hear “kiss the bride.” Yeah, I told my brothers I'd go along with this sham marriage to save the Grizzlies MC. They don't know how bad I need her.
This isn't pretend anymore. The good girl act won't save her this time. I'm keeping my bride.
I can't forget the kiss that turned me into an obsessed lunatic. I'll own her on my bike, in my bed, wreck her for any other man, or I'll be dead.
Elle's always been mine. Don't care how much I suffer 'til she learns that's law...
The Outlaw Love books are stand alone romance novels featuring unique lovers and happy endings. No cliffhangers! This is Asphalt and Elle Jo's story in the Grizzlies MC series.
I: Love Interrupted (Elle Jo)
Four Years Earlier
The bastard had a heart of gold.
I called him “bastard” because he'd earned it. Austin Graham left Steen High when I was just a freshmen, but his legends lived on. He still lived down the street from me too, a big, mean-eyed, heavily tattooed young man who'd just hit twenty-one, always on his shiny new motorcycle, pulling into his beat up driveway with a keg or a bimbo on the back.
If I hadn't been born into the life, I would've hated him. Austin's teasing didn't help, whenever he actually noticed me.
Instead of getting mad, I got butterflies.
All over. They beat their wings through my bloodstream and flapped into my heart, sending that strange energy every girl discovers at this age straight between my legs.
Besides, I had another advantage for handling the boy next door. I didn't fear the bastard or swoon for him like everyone else because I'd already grown up with the roughest biker in Washington.
Nobody on a motorcycle put hell's terror into me like daddy.
Every single bastard in Tacoma paid Gil the respect he'd earned as President of this Grizzlies MC charter, including the kid down the street.
But he didn't grovel to my father like the other boys wearing the bear patch, even though he was only a prospect. Talk about interesting, as if I didn't spend enough time thinking about him with this stupid crush.
Some days, his teasing and lewd gestures exploded into the open. He sat across the street, smoking on his mom's porch, and then he'd look up at me, pierce my soul with those bright green eyes, and make a motion like he was shoving a banana into his cheek.
Blowjob, Ell-Bell, he'd mouth to me, before he got up and walked inside like it was the most natural thing in the world. He usually did it when daddy was in the garage too, just a few feet away from seeing the crude jokes that would've brought out his knife.
I should've learned to expect anything from the badass next door. I knew he was crazy, and he'd had a rough life with both his parents as screwed up as they were. Maybe something about that made a young man fearless, or else he'd just run out of fucks to give.
But then prom night came, and Austin showed some serious balls that left my jaw hanging open for the next four years of my life.
“Here we are, Elle Jo.” My date hadn't said anything since we'd left the dance. “Thanks for the awesome night.”
We'd just pulled into the driveway with Mike Wilkie, half an hour earlier than the curfew my dad set with his dead eyes and booming voice.
Mike was a good kid and a nice dancer. A handsome lacrosse player, his looks promised to set a few panties on fire in a once he went off to university and grew up a little more. Someday, he'd wind up with a good job, beautiful babies, and a lovely wife to take to dinner every Friday night.
Everything I should've wanted.
Everything daddy hinted he wanted for me since I'd gotten older. He'd stroke my cheek with a beer in his hand and a tear in his eye, mumbling something about how I “wasn't cut out for half this fucking shit. Gotta get what your ma would've wanted.”
In other words, he wanted me to settle for everything that bored me to death.
I flashed Mike a soft smile and tucked my blonde locks behind my ear. “I had a great time. I'll see you in Calc next week. Can't wait to get the final over and never see Miss Faith again!”
He chuckled. “Aw, come on, Elle Jo. She's not so bad. I hear the principle wants to have her talking at graduation so none of us go off to college thinking we've got it easy.”
Another smile. A sha
llow nod. I pressed the button on my seatbelt and slid toward the door.
No sooner than I popped it open, Mike reached over and grabbed my wrist. I looked back, staring into his watery, nervous eyes.
“I didn't get a chance to tell you...god damn, you look so beautiful tonight, Elle. Good enough to kiss. All the kids say you've never done anything before. That can't be true, can it?”
His voice sounded strange. Anxious. Disbelieving. Desperate.
Like a little boy, rather than a man who'd just turned eighteen. A wet blanket instantly smothered what little attraction I'd had for him on the dance floor.
Great way to end the night, Mike, I thought. I wouldn't have wasted my first kiss on you anyway, but you've just lost your chance after graduation by bringing up crappy gossip.
Ugh, this was only my third real date, and I already hated this part. I softened my face and shook my head, trying to give him those puppy dog eyes so he'd let me off thinking maybe there's a chance. My stomach twisted in knots.
“Have a great night. I really need to go.”
If only it were that easy. The idiot wouldn't let go. I turned, losing the friendly pity I'd worn on my face earlier.
“Let me show you what it's like to be a woman, baby. Please. Seriously. I can make you feel so good...we don't have to fight this. I saw the way you were looking at me on the dance floor. Your dad's not even home, is he?”
Mike nodded to my house with the porch light on. No, daddy was probably out at the clubhouse handling very important biker badass business, but he always came back by curfew, or else sent a prospect around to check that I was home safe.
We wouldn't be alone out here long, thank god.
“He'll be home anytime, if he isn't already. Early morning and all. Thanks again for the wonderful night.” The door popped and I flung it open, ready for my escape.
His face twisted. Releasing my hand with a snarl, he gripped the steering wheel, looking more than ready to rev the engine and tear down the street.
“Whatever, you uptight fucking bitch. You know I was the only one man enough to even ask you to prom. Figures that I wouldn't get a boob out of it.”
For a second, I sat there with one foot out the door, frozen in shock at the Jekyll and Hyde transformation unfolding before my eyes.
Asshole! I wanted to slap him across the face.
Before I could do anything, a rock hit the glass on Mike's side. We both jumped, watching a long, jagged fracture spreading across the window.
“What the –“
Mike never got the last word out before somebody ripped his door open. Muscular arms striped with lightning reached inside, pulled him out, and slammed him against the hood.
He had his back turned to me, but I knew it was the bastard next door before I saw the back of his cut with the roaring bear on the back. Holy shit.
Mike screamed like a girl as Austin held him down, one tight fist hovering over his face, ready to wreck his good looks forever.
“Austin, don't! Are you crazy?!”
I should've already known the answer.
He looked up with his freshly shaven head, his jaw tight, causing the lightning bolts he'd had inked on his temples earlier this year to twitch. Our eyes met, and I heard thunder. Or maybe it was just the blood hissing in my ears.
“No fucking way, princess. What's crazy is overhearing this shithead talking to you like a piece of meat when his balls haven't even dropped yet. Maybe I oughta put my boot up his ass and help 'em pop.”
Mike made another noise, a garbled plea to let him up. Austin growled, and slammed him into the metal again, hard enough to rattle bones.
“Shut the fuck up. Give your date an apology, and maybe I'll think about it if you talk real nice and really mean it.”
I wasn't sure whether I'd die first from embarrassment or laughter. Seeing Mike put in his place had a crazy kind of satisfaction. And there was another satisfaction I didn't want to acknowledge when I saw the boy down the street at his baddest, his muscles flexed, that killer glint in his eye I'd seen on daddy's face several times in my life.
“Austin, please, he didn't mean any harm. Did you, Mike?” I walked over, pursing my lips, staring at the little jackass who'd just ruined my prom night forever.
Tears messed up Mike's hot, red face. He looked at me for a split second and then shook his head violently.
“No ma'am. No way, no fucking way! I'm sorry. I really am. I got a little hot under the collar, a little disappointed, that's all. Please believe me! I don't want any trouble with these biker guys, just tell him to –“
My jaw dropped as Austin picked him up again, spun him around, and slammed him face first into the car like he was nothing. “You think I take orders from her just because her old man's fucking god on the open road around here? Fuck, kid, you're stupider than you look.”
Crap. He was really going to get hurt if I didn't get Austin away from him soon.
“Let him go,” I sighed, trying to focus on my anger, and not the heat building between my thighs.
It was strange to be looking at the bastard all dressed up. He stopped, holding Mike down, slowly running his eyes up and down my body.
“All right. Say the words, little boy, and you can run home to mommy.” The biker eased up just enough for Mike's beet red face to twist. Austin grabbed his short hair and jerked his face toward me. “To her. I don't do apologies. You take a big, deep breath and let the lady know how fucking sorry you are for shitting up her special night.”
Mike's bleary eyes opened and looked at me. My heart beat faster. All for the bastard, and nothing for him, except a slim hum of sympathy churning in my veins.
“I'm really sorry, Elle Jo. He's right. I shouldn't have acted like such a prick. You were just so beautiful. I expected too much. I –“
Austin's elbow slammed into Mike's spine so hard he went speechless. “I didn't say shit about making excuses. Ell-bell, are we done here, or do you want me to bust his nose?”
I shook my head furiously. “No, no, we're good. Just...let him go.”
Austin snorted. At last, he stepped back. Mike popped up in disbelief, walking as quickly as he could back to the driver's seat. The bastard joined me on the sidewalk as we watched him struggle with his seat belt, then do a crooked lap up the street.
Crickets. Literally. The night was suddenly deadly silent, but tense as all hell with his green eyes washing over me, teasing every inch of my skin.
A couple lightning bolts were stamped into his temples, making him look even more fearsome than before with his shaved head and wild stare. Muscles I didn't know I had went taut.
“Shame you had to waste such a hot dress on a little pissant like him. Fuck, baby, you look good.” He stepped up, wrapping one arm around me, smoothing his palm over my lower back.
Before I knew what was happening, the bastard pulled me in. He towered over me by several inches, six-feet-something of testosterone and violence. Raw masculinity at its worst, which also meant its finest.
He was everything that was supposed to be off limits for a girl who'd grown up with the MC in her life, but who was never supposed to be a part of it.
“Was he telling the truth?” Austin demanded, leaning down. I could practically feel him smiling inwardly when he felt me tense, pulling me a little closer, just enough to feel my nipples turning to rocks against his chest. “That shit the kid said about you being a prude? I heard everything with the window cracked.”
“Austin, please!” I couldn't believe it.
As if I really wanted to talk about how sexually starved and inexperienced I was with this killer who oozed sex?
“I should go inside. The boys'll be by any second, and they probably won't take kindly to seeing us out here like this.”
He snorted. “Answer the damned question, princess. I'm already on Gil's bad side. Thank fuck I'm heading down to join the crew in California soon. They know how to party. The brothers down there aren't such hard asses they keep their
hot daughters under lock and key neither.”
My lungs turned to cement. I couldn't tell if this was more teasing, or if he really meant every word about how hot I looked.
He wasn't looking at me like I was a bratty sister anymore. Gone was the bastard who'd whistle or jeer at me from across the street, the man who'd pulled up on his bike last year when I was learning to drive and give me crap about it, while daddy swore at him from the passenger side.
The man looking at me now was too serious. Too hungry. Ripping through my clothes with just his eyes.
And I loved it. God help me.
“Austin...”
“Stop calling me that,” he growled, tightening his hold around my waist. “It's Asphalt tonight and every night for every day I'm still breathing.”
He reached up and tapped the new patch on his chest. So, he'd chosen a road name, just like they always did. I wondered how he'd gotten it, but didn't have the courage to ask just then.
I wrinkled my nose. “Whatever, Asphalt. Maybe if you stop calling me princess, I'll think about addressing you properly.”
“Come on, your highness,” he said with a smile. “Let me walk you to your doorstep like the little bitch in the car wouldn't.”
It was only a few stairs up to the porch, but we took the long way, and it became the longest walk of my life. My hand practically burned in his as he led me on, up our hilly driveway, and then across the wooden ramp we'd made for mom's wheelchair when she was in her last days.
We stopped just outside the door. Or, more accurately, I stopped, not wanting the night to end just yet.
Before tonight went to hell, I'd imagined my first kiss with Mike. If only he'd been man enough, with a little more edge, and few less tantrums...
I looked at Austin's – Asphalt's? – lips. God, they looked good. My pussy tingled, more soaked than I think I'd ever been in my life, my entire core a tight, wanting mess.
“Go.” His hand slid down my ass and squeezed when he said the word. “Before I throw you on the back of my bike and ride off to NorCal with you, babe. Don't need an even bigger death warrant from your old man, and you're pretty damned tempting since you're finally legal for some lucky bastard to fuck.”
“Austin...”