Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance (Outlaw Love)

by Snow, Nicole

  Beyond ink, words, and love itself. He took me like a wild beast, trying to get me pregnant, and I wanted it at some deep, dark, primal level I couldn't understand.

  “Oh, fuck,” Asphalt rumbled, making me smile.

  I loved it when he went into a frenzy. He worked for every single spark of his pleasure, fucking me harder. I had to make him explode, pull him deep inside me, grind his cock inside me.

  “Fuck me,” I growled back at him.

  He met my challenge with more savage thrusts. His free hand wrapped around my waist, pinning me down, and he picked his entire body up and slammed it into me, crashing down again and again.

  His pure, masculine strength drove us both to heaven. When I reached it again, my toes curling and my fingernails twisting in the sheets, I shrieked myself breathless.

  This time, he came with me. Roaring, cursing, fucking my whole body with his, wedging me against the mattress as he turned me into a vessel for his seed.

  “Shit, baby girl. No fucking clue what you do to me. All I know is I'll never, ever stop.” He paused just long enough to pull badly needed air into his lungs. “Come the fuck with me!”

  His hand twisted in my hair. He yanked it hard while my back arched with pleasure, his cock pushed deep, and he held it there, making me feel the imminent flood as he swelled.

  Damn!

  My eyes rolled as he roared, holding himself inside me, hurling hot seed straight from his balls. His cock jerked, pulsed, shot his load into my depths. And every single drop burned me so good I couldn't hold back.

  I came all over again, my eyes rolling into my head. Burying my face into the cool sheets was the only relief from the fireball incinerating my entire body, blinding me, lashing me from head-to-toe with the frenzied pleasure he'd addicted me to.

  We came so fucking hard my breath stopped. Suspended in that timeless space of twitching flesh and sweaty skin, I wished we could stay there forever, even if the intensity would've killed us both.

  His cock kept pumping, and he rubbed it deeper into my sucking pussy. My teeth bit into a rough fold in the sheets to make sure my heart didn't stop.

  Pure pleasure overwhelmed me, and retreated like a hurricane, slow as sin.

  I turned my face and let out a loud gasp before breathing again. Asphalt groaned, relaxing his muscles with me, holding his dying hardness inside me as long as he could.

  Jesus, he wanted that kid, and I wanted to give him one.

  We were way beyond sex. Every time we fucked, we healed. The new bed gave us a springboard for the only therapy we needed, a shortcut to fucking out the last of our grief, our pain, and a road straight to our future.

  I moaned as I felt him slide out of me, always hating the empty shock. When two souls became one like ours did every time he came inside me, it hurt to have it stolen away, if only for a couple seconds.

  He eased off. My body ached deliciously as I twisted toward him. He laid down on his back, pulling me close to his chest. My lips were instantly on his, as starved for him as the first night we kissed on daddy's doorstep half a lifetime ago.

  I couldn't have imagined my disaster of a prom night would ever lead to this. Hell, I couldn't imagine him, his arms folded around me, running one hand down to the fresh ink forever branded into my ass.

  “Wish you had a clue how much I love this, Ell-Bell.” He kissed me again, smiling as he pulled away. “Shit, I'm gonna have to buy you some knee pads next. I want to see my name glistening on your skin every single time we're fucking.”

  “Oh? I thought we put the new furniture across from us for a reason...”

  Grinning, I pointed, and we both turned to our reflection in the big mirror as he straightened up to get a better look. He'd left the furniture crap mostly to me. I'd chosen well.

  His eyes lit up when he found my latest surprise. I hadn't forgotten our night in the hotel.

  How could I ever? This man had bent me over and fucked me in front of our reflection, stretching my eyes wide open to see the delirious love and lust in my own eyes when he came inside me.

  Now, I straddled him, spread my legs wide and pulled him into my slick pussy.

  “You can see my back in the mirror, right?”

  “Yeah,” he growled, licking his lips, grabbing for my ass.

  I moaned as his cock sprang to life, pushed up inside me, using our juices from the last fuck as extra lube. We glided to a slow, fiery release like messed up angels.

  He fucked me so hard I thought I'd fly through the ceiling, if only his hands didn't grip my ass so tight. He pinched my cheeks hard, made them hurt, the kind of sexy pain my brain absolutely loved.

  My lips parted in the first moan of many.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered softly, unable to hide the rough desperation creeping into my voice.

  He doubled his speed, slamming into me so hard his balls swung, clapping my flesh.

  We fucked. We rocked. We kissed each time I leaned down, devouring each other.

  My pussy already ached for more of his come. I wanted every last drop out of his balls buried deep inside me. My hips jerked into his, swallowing his huge length.

  Deeper. Faster. Harder.

  So. Fucking. Good.

  As soon as he felt me tensing, racing toward another climax, he pushed one hand between my legs. His fingers found my clit and I was gone.

  I threw myself backward, fucking him deeper still, catching myself with my hands behind me. Asphalt fucked me wild for the next thirty seconds, all I needed to come so hard I thought I'd found paradise several times over.

  Halfway through it, he came. Growling, twisting his hips into mine, pulling me close.

  He gripped me like an owner. He clenched his fingers into my flesh for dear life, like he needed me to live, and I smiled through my world breaking orgasm because I knew he did.

  Shit, I needed him.

  I needed this. Just as much as I needed my pussy to keep squeezing his cock, stealing his come, draining all the heat from the tip of his cock.

  “Holy, holy fuck. Almost made me blind, woman,” he growled, smashing me against his chest when we could finally speak again. “What the hell's gotten into you today?”

  “We have an extra room, and I don't want it to be empty for long. I'm working overtime to give you a family, baby.”

  The words still sounded strange leaving my mouth. I'd never plunged into a beautiful, life changing thing like this. But after all the hurt and heartache getting here, I did it without a second more of hesitation.

  I did it for him. My love, my life, my Austin.

  “Guess I should've known,” he said with a grin. “Fuck, babe, you know I'm ready. Only wish I had five more goddamned balls to keep you full twenty-four-seven.”

  I laughed. So ridiculous and weirdly sweet. Running my fingers across his face, I moved the tips over his head, feeling the stubble coming up, softer than the stuff lining his jaw.

  “What's this? Don't tell me you've decided to drop the cue ball look?”

  “Shit changes, babe,” he said mysteriously. “Life's not all about breaking heads and boozing. Fuck, there's only a couple brothers left riding free and wild. I'm ready as hell for a family too, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna have my son thinking he's fucked into growing up bald.”

  “Yeah?” I giggled, straining to wonder what he'd look like with a nice, thick head of hair. He'd be just as handsome, I knew that much. “But what if you get a girl for your first born?”

  “Then she knows she'll get your good looks,” he said, stamping his lips against my neck. “And I'm sure as hell not raining all over 'em by making her think she won't get this beautiful hair because her old man's got nothing on top.”

  I purred when he fisted my locks and pulled them one more time. “Whatever, dad. I see you've thought of everything.”

  “Babe, you don't know the fucking half of it.”

  XII: Drive On (Asphalt)

  Six Months Later

  Our turn.

  B
rass, Rabid, and Roman stood next to the altar, their old ladies on their arms, little Caleb squirming in Sally's. Everybody here was getting officially hitched or renewing their vows today, and now it was our turn.

  I grabbed Elle's little hand and stepped up, staring the Prez and our brother-turned-priest, Angus, right in the eyes.

  “You've been a fine example to everyone, son,” Blackjack said. The old man took my shoulder and gave it a fatherly squeeze. He looked at Elle. “Both of you. It's only right you're joining the party today, doing this the way it should've gone down the first time.”

  Ell-Bell and I shared a look. Christ help her, she blushed, a little remnant of the sweet virgin girl I'd married lingering in the badass bride carrying my kid.

  “Don't be shy, babe,” I whispered. The church had gone so damned quiet I felt like I was talking in a library.

  “I took this hand when I didn't have a choice, and I still wanted it then. Needed to own you so bad I almost fucking died,” I said loudly, so the rowdy gathering of brothers surrounding us could hear. I wanted her to hear it more than anybody else, but I didn't give a shit if the whole damned world found out the lunatic love I had for this girl.

  “Today, I know I've earned it. I've killed for your heart, babe, almost died for it several times over. And I'd do it all over again without a shred of hesitation. You've given me things no woman ever will, and there's so much more on the way, sometimes it makes my fucking head spin.”

  She smiled and suppressed a laugh, blushing again as my eyes fell down. The girl wasn't stupid – she knew exactly what I was looking at.

  The little bump on her belly got bigger everyday. I reached out, laid my free hand on it, and squeezed her hand tighter.

  “Things are changing in this club all the time. Two brothers turned newlyweds today, two more renewing their vows. Who the hell knows what's next.” I paused, trying not to notice how dangerously fuckable she looked wearing my brand on her new jacket. Thing had PROPERTY OF ASPHALT stitched on the backside, lightning bolts by the side.

  Mine, mine, all fucking mine.

  I was damned glad it wasn't staring me in the face just then, or I'd have lost my mind.

  “Peace and plenty,” Blackjack said, finishing for me with a wink. “Every man standing here with his girl has fought, worked, and bled for what we have today. There's no going back for this club. I could stand here and rehash all the battles and sorrows we've all faced. There's no need. Tell her, son. Give her your promise.”

  Shit. These grand speeches had never been my thing, but suddenly I had a fire in my heart.

  I snatched Elle's hands in both of mine, held them up to my lips, and kissed her cool skin. Her blood burned. So did the beautiful spark rising in her clear blue eyes.

  “Peace and plenty's for the club, and we're all happy to have it. But you and me, Elle Jo, we've got love. I know you feel it every night when you're pressed up against me. It's there, whether we're staring at the ceiling or the stars or just each other. Hell, I feel it every time you're on my bike, holding me so tight I think we're gonna become one right there on the open road.”

  I paused and turned, watching her blot away a happy tear, staring at the brothers gathered around us.

  My boys all held their women close. All the girls were crying, overwhelmed by the raw fucking emotion of the day. We were the closing act.

  Out in the pews, Missy's little sis, Jackie, wept like the schoolgirl she was. I grinned, briefly wondering what kinda crazy shit lay ahead for her in the years to come, if she kept close to this MC.

  “Babe, that shit they say about a man getting acclimated, getting bored with his woman – it's not true. Not even fucking close. Every day I wake up with you weighing heavier on my mind. You're sunrise and sunset. I think about you when I'm on my runs and sitting in church with the boys, even when you're laying next to me. No bullshit. Just truth, all of it.”

  The Prez shot me the evil eye for a second when I said the part about being distracted in church. Then, he shook his head and smiled. Club business took a backseat to all this crazy fucking love today.

  “Half the guys here are gonna laugh. Everybody else standing up here knows exactly what I'm talking about.” I looked at my brothers, and they all wore the same fuck yes expression. “Fuck if that matters. The only thing that's ever meant a damned thing to me is right in front of me.”

  I grabbed her, pulled her close, loving the little bulge in her belly against my abs. “Love you every damned day of my life, Ell-Bell. I'd relive our wedding every morning if I could, and I'm gonna feel the same way 'til my heart stops pounding in my chest. You're mine, baby, glued to my life like cement. You're still gonna be my girl when I'm too damned old to even tear across the country anymore.”

  My hand went to the back of her head. She didn't need any encouragement to smash her mouth down against mine.

  I devoured that woman. Kissed her with the same crazy intensity we'd shared for months, the flame I couldn't believe I'd ever lived without.

  “I love you!” she hissed into my ear, digging her fingernails into my back, and then again, louder, when I finally broke the kiss. “Love you forever, Asphalt.”

  Didn't think anybody heard her except for me over the loud shouts of the crowd. Didn't matter either. This woman and me, we went to our own private universe lit with love and lust, even when we were surrounded by about a hundred people.

  “Kiss her one more time and hit the road, son,” Blackjack said. “This club has earned some happiness in every single mile we've won.”

  I nodded at the Prez. He didn't have a woman at his side – shit, I'd never so much as seen him pull one of the club sluts into his office – but he was celebrating too.

  We'd gone six months without a fucking shootout. Six months with nobody in the clubhouse taking more serious damage than a bad hangover.

  Goddamned record breaker. Times were changing for sure, and the bear finally meant something more than blood and violence.

  We'd kept our freedom. And now we'd added all the other glorious shit to our list.

  Love. Family. Brotherhood.

  “Let's burn some fucking rubber!” Roman roared. “We got a long haul to Oregon and we oughta be there by sunset.”

  Everyone laughed. The giant had gotten unhinged today, his stoic shit wearing down. He threw a huge arm over his girl and they walked over with Brass and Missy, passing their toddler to Jackie, who'd be watching the kid while they got some alone time.

  “See that shit, Elle Jo? That's gonna be us in a few more months.” She smiled at me and I leaned closer, putting my lips against her throat.

  “Guess you'd better fuck me a few more times to make up for what we'll miss when the baby comes,” she teased.

  I looked at her like she'd lost her fucking mind. The wicked smirk in her sweet lips only made my cock hammer harder in my jeans.

  “You better be fucking kidding, woman,” I growled sweeping her into my arms. “We'll be up fucking all night once we get to the campsite. And we're not gonna stop, not even when we're spending our nights on two hours of sleep, running after the kids. You think you're ever getting a break from this, you've got another thing coming.”

  I kissed her harder this time, my tongue probing deep into her mouth. Found her sweet little tongue, flicked it, and ruled it. I fucked her lips with my tongue the same way I'd glide between her legs later tonight.

  Fuck, fuck. Blood pounded through my dick, anticipation streaking through me like a drug.

  How the hell did she taste so perfect every single second?

  “I hope so. Last thing I'd ever want is my old man going soft,” she purred, tipping her face away from mine before I could steal more. “This is like our wedding night, right? The one we should've had?”

  I grinned. “Damned straight.”

  * * * *

  Everybody wearing a Grizzlies MC patch rode out in formation, probably the last time I'd ride with all my boys and their girls before Elle Jo got too big
for my bike.

  Fuck if I didn't love her anyway. Shit, truth be told, I loved her more with that bump in her belly, a constant reminder that we'd become man and wife the deepest way we could.

  We'd said our vows at the altar. I'd renew them with her every damned year if it'd make her happy, but no vows could ever compare to the ones we'd written in flesh and blood.

  We wouldn't be alone. Our club would look like a goddamned nursery in the next couple years now that the rest of the brothers had gotten hitched.

  Brass and Missy. Rabid and Christa. Sally and Roman.

  Even Stryker and the other prospects would probably shack up before long, putting the dwindling numbers of sluts who came to our club parties outta work for good. There's always be bastards who fucked around on their girls too, and I'd never get their stupid asses.

  The girl riding pressed up behind me had felt like my bride forever. But we'd just got through with the closest thing we'd had to a real wedding, seeing how the first one was a clusterfuck of outside obligations.

  Never again. There'd always be duties to my patch and my brothers, sure, but everything involving this woman from here on out was for us.

  Us. That fucking phrase made me burn.

  Us. That single word caused my blood to heat and my pulse to pound straight into my cock.

  Us. I couldn't wait 'til we had a family in front of us, even if it meant getting older and grayer.

  Shit, especially if it meant that. Just as long as it was with her, having our kids at the table every night or bouncing on my knee while I told them crazy tales about awesome warriors and vile bastards who deserved to die.

  We rode on outta Redding, straight to our big club honeymoon getaway in the lush cedar wilds across the state line. The whole Grizzlies brotherhood was riding into a new chapter that would take years to write.

  I couldn't wait to make a few more words tonight with Elle, next to the big fire we'd build, only heading back to our tent when we were good and ready to fuck, to merge, to live and love.