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

by Snow, Nicole

  The guys and their girls all sprawled out around the fire. Jackie put down Caleb a couple hours ago, and we gathered around the fire, the wide starry sky twinkling above us.

  “Why so heavy tonight, Prez?” Brass said, pausing to plant another kiss on Missy's cheek. “I mean, shit, you've earned it more than anybody. Don't know how the fuck you survived all those years when this club was going downhill, rudderless as all hell.”

  “There's always good times in the muck, son. There's always purpose. Direction. A man's life ought to have light, darkness, and enough fire to burn down the universe.” Blackjack looked up, his long gray hair blowing as a wind cut through our camp. He stared right at me and Elle.

  “You two, over there. Seeds grown straight from pitch black soil.” His eyes moved over us, stopping on the brothers and their girls, one by one.

  I held Elle tighter, giving the Prez a silent nod. None of this would've been possible without the chieftan sitting in front of us, deep in his thoughts and words. Sometimes he waxed fucking poetic, a philosopher king if there ever was one.

  “Nobody sitting by the fire tonight hasn't been gutted at some point,” Blackjack said. “Whether they've lost their mothers, their fathers, or just a piece of themselves some long dark night, they survived. They lived to burn higher and brighter. Damn it, boys and girls, we've all beat the odds. There were plenty of times on the road when our guns came out that I thought I'd lose good men. I thought I'd have to break news about being widows to the girls here, or else drown our brothers in booze and bitches after some sorry bastards killed their girls dead.”

  He stood up, slowly, shaking off the pain in his leg. Shit wasn't getting any better. And yet the crazy SOB kept leading us straight into peace and war. Nothing could keep him down – same as every man here by the fire tonight.

  “We beat the fucking odds, boys, and don't you ever forget it.” He pointed to all of us, taking a long sip off his beer bottle. “You're married. You've got families coming. You're living the good life, like every man and woman should, and it's not going to be taken for granted.”

  “Fuck, no,” Roman belted out, pulling Sally a little closer on his lap.

  “Doesn't matter how much we bled or how many assholes we've killed in the past. Doesn't matter how much more of that's ahead,” the Prez continued. “If any jackals are crazy enough to sink their teeth into our happy peace, they'll die, plain and simple. As long as this big ass family's alive, breathing, and still able to love each other like brothers and sisters should, we own the world.”

  “Never gonna let go of it neither, Prez. The whole damned world's ours,” Rabid growled, staring into Christa's smiling, scarred face. “We've got that motherfucker by the throat, tonight and forever.”

  They kissed. Somewhere in a nearby tent, Caleb cried, and we heard Jackie's soft, young voice trying to soothe him through the silence.

  “Kids. Hope you're both ready,” Sally said, shooting Elle a wink before turning to Roman. “Come on, baby. We'd better see what he wants.”

  The giant stood up, nodded a goodnight to us all, and disappeared with his girl. The rest of the couples all sat quiet, while Blackjack stared into the fire, knocking down his beer with new vigor.

  “This fire belongs to lovers,” the Prez said, throwing his bottle into the waste bin and picking up a new one from the case. “Enjoy the stars, sons. You don't know how fucking special they can be. Here for an instant, bright as a candle, and snuffed out just as easy.”

  Rabid, Brass, and me all shared a look.

  “What's gotten into him?” I growled, just as baffled as anyone, once the crunch of Blackjack's boots on the dirt had totally faded.

  Rabid shrugged, running one hand through his hair. “He's branching off from camp tomorrow, like he said. Going out to Missoula for a day or two by himself to meet with the Devils, or some shit. The Prez is always all business, all the fucking time, when he's not doing fancy ass speeches for us.”

  “The man's a walking mystery. He's earned it,” I said, watching the Prez's silhouette disappear through the trees. “We'd all be missing our heads from a cartel blade or worse if it wasn't for him. Hope he finds whatever the fuck he's looking for, out there all alone.”

  “It's probably just the long trip up here,” Elle said with a yawn. “God, I'm tired.”

  Goddamned adorable. Really.

  Did she seriously think I'd let her sleep without fucking her completely senseless?

  I pulled her onto my lap and gave her another long, fiery kiss. Didn't take long before all the brothers were trying to one-up each other with the girls on their laps.

  We kissed. We made our women moan. We fought to stay by the cozy fire 'til the first man lost his nerve and headed for his tent.

  “Brass!” Missy moaned, taking the Veep by the cheeks and staring into his eyes. “Let's get out of here already!”

  He grinned, losing his battle. Once, he'd been a junkie, and now it was plain as fucking day my brother had a new addiction. Brass stood and mumbled a goodnight, pulling Missy with him, taking half a bottle of whiskey to help keep them warm.

  I kissed Elle harder. My hands went to her ass, jerked her softly against my hips, making damned sure she felt the rock hard need I had underneath my jeans.

  The fresh air out here in the wilderness had nothing on this woman. I needed her like fucking oxygen. Her legs quivered as she hooked them tighter around mine, her lips moving in a circle.

  When my hard-on hit her clit through her own ivory white jeans, she nearly scratched blood down my neck. We hurt so damned good together, and we'd be doing a lot of that tonight.

  “Rabid...” Christa was the next domino to fall.

  I looked over my woman's shoulder and saw her hands moving up underneath his shirt, gliding along his smooth back muscles. My brother scratched his stubble, looked at me, and accepted defeat.

  He stood up, holding his old lady in his arms. “See you in the morning, brother. We've gotta turn in for the night.”

  Some night bird caterwauled in the distance. I listened to their footsteps disappear, then the lone disruption of the zipper going up on their tent.

  Alone at last. I stared into Elle's eyes, feeling her legs unhook from mine, her little hand tugging on mine.

  “Come on, baby. I think I want you more than any woman here wants her man, and I'm going to prove it.” She licked her lips.

  Fuck me stupid. My cock ached from tip to sack.

  The girl was too damned good at being enticing. So fucking enticing I almost lost my shit, flipped her around, and spanked her in front of the fire we'd have to put out before we went inside.

  “No.” I took her wrist in my hand and jerked her back, before she got any bright ideas about leading me to the tent. “Get back on my lap where you belong.”

  “Huh?”

  I wasn't waiting around. I pulled her back into place, and once she was on my knee, put my hand down her jeans. Hungry fingers disappeared down her waistband, through her panties. I found the wetness waiting for me and put my lips on her throat to stifle my growl.

  “Oh...Oh, God!” Elle's big blue eyes rolled toward the fire, and she moaned again.

  Now, she understood. Out here in nature, with nothing but this fire watching, we could fuck like the animals we were.

  I went for her zipper, tugging on her pants, desperate to free her to the night and my own manic fucking lust.

  “Austin, really?” She panted, her eyes opening in disbelief. “Out here? What if somebody sees us?”

  My head snapped back and I laughed. “Get real, babe. They're all in their tents, balls deep in their own lust by now, same as we're about to be.”

  Just to reassure her, I reached for the log next to me and threw it on the fire. Sparks shot into the night as the fire consumed the new wood, crackling and popping like gunfire.

  “Come closer,” I ordered, jerking her head to my chest. “You'll hear something louder going off in my blood than that shit burning up i
n front of us. I need you, Ell-Bell. Out here. Right now.”

  Simple, even if it wasn't rational. The crazy ass longing for this girl didn't think and it sure as fuck wasn't patient.

  I ripped her pants down with a snarl, and then jerked her panties to her knees. Lifting her up, I took my own pants down, bringing her down onto my lap.

  Whatever doubts she had, I wrecked them when I thrust up into her. Filled her hot, sweet little cunt with every inch of my hungry cock, stretching her open, feeling her tense and dig her nails into my back.

  “You better ride me good if you want us in that tent tonight,” I growled into her ear. “Give me the love and hate, babe...everything you've got. All we're ever gonna share. I want you jerking on my cock like a shot to the fucking heart.”

  “Bastard!” she cursed as I dragged her deeper onto my cock, filling her completely, grinding her clit with my pubic bone.

  She tried to call out again, but the squeal sticking in her throat choked her off.

  Loved this shit. I loved fucking her so hard she couldn't breathe.

  I kissed her, moving my hips harder, faster, then pulled back to let her suck more air down her throat. This dick could've pounded her 'til she passed the fuck out, but I couldn't have our kid getting oxygen deprived in her womb.

  “Breathe, baby,” I growled, clenching my fingers on her ass, jerking her against me with more force each time. “You're gonna come for me, so hard and good you can't see straight.”

  “Please!” she whimpered, begging me to fuck her harder still.

  With a snarl, I pushed her off my lap, then bent her over, grounding her hands on the rock. I took her from behind and let my balls swing, slapping her clit each time I drove deep.

  She tensed up, gushed, and tried to scream within seconds. I clapped my hand over her mouth, cursing when she bit into my finger, pushing the pleasure back into her lips.

  Wasn't letting anything escape into the night. Her pleasure, her moans, her screams belonged to me.

  I let the fire behind us warm my ass while I fucked her like a freight train, straight through her first orgasm of many. Her pussy juiced all over my dick, growing hotter and wetter and tighter all the time.

  “You're gonna kill me one of these days, baby girl,” I growled, the fire in my balls growing as strong as the one toasting my backside. “I'll fuck you so hard my damned head pops from everything you've given me.”

  “No!” she moaned through my fingers, kissing over the bite mark the little minx had left on my hand.

  “Yeah. Fuck yeah.”

  Had to say it twice. I wouldn't fucking settle for anything less.

  She had to believe me.

  I fucked this girl honest, groaning my pleasure a minute later, my balls hitting overload, crazy to spit more come into her.

  I railed her with all my might. Her tits swung like pendulums while I shook every inch of her, fucking her with everything I had, everything that said it like words couldn't.

  My. Fucking. Property.

  Elle Jo's perfect pussy squeezed my cock. She came again, and I fucking lost it. My head snapped back so far I could see the stars rolling in the blackness while my load hurled out my dick.

  I shot the thickest ropes of my life into her since the night I knocked her up. Pushed my cock deep and unloaded with every muscle twitching, a full body release like she just took half my soul.

  All these months, and the drug-like effect of coming inside this woman still hadn't faded. There was a difference between fucking the sluts of the distant past and the love of my life, the mother of my kids, the woman I'd claimed from here 'til kingdom come.

  And I'd never forget it. How the hell could I?

  The fire rampaging through my veins told me every time I pushed deep like this. My balls pulsed a reminder so fucking hard it made my ears ring. Elle Jo took every inch of me to the absolute limits like she did every night, pulling out my come, taking a piece of me to heaven.

  I came my fucking brains out. I gave her my soul. And she gave me something I'd be dreaming about when we were finally spent – her moaning, clenching, biting release. Everything I gave to her like no man ever would.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered, pulling outta her an eternity later.

  Couldn't force my brain to think anything else after coming together like that.

  She rolled, closing her legs like a good girl to hold my seed in, staring me in the eyes. I doused out the fire with a bucket of water nearby, then rolled up my pants. I frowned when she did the same, only consoling myself with the fact that I'd be ripping all that shit off in a couple more minutes, back in the tent.

  “You know, I wracked my brain to tell you how much I love you back there at the church, before we left Redding,” she said softly, holding my hand, looking into the dying embers in the fire pit. “I couldn't find words. Nothing comes close when it's all about you, Austin. You saved my life. Not just with the Chinese, I mean...this.”

  She brought a hand to her belly. “I never thought I could be so happy. So fulfilled. You've given me a future, a way to be inside the club without losing my mind. Thank you, love. I'll never forget it.”

  The girl leaned on her tip-toes and gave me a kiss so hot it was like we hadn't even fucked. My dick sprang to life, begging to be inside her again.

  I turned her around, ran my fingers through her soft blonde hair, then put my lips where they belonged on hers before I said anything.

  “Babe, you don't have to thank me for shit, or sing my ass sonnets. When you're screaming your lungs out underneath me and exploding on my cock, that's how I know you love me. When I see my face getting older and wiser in those blue eyes, I know. You're fucking crazy if you think you've gotta prove anything – or if you think I'd ever doubt it.”

  “You'd better kiss me and come closer to get a better look,” she said, smiling, taking a long look at the stars before meeting my eyes. “It's such a beautiful night.”

  “Yeah, Ell-Bell, but it's barely different than any other. We're gonna be having nights like this for a long fucking time. Count on it, as sure as you'll be rocking our kid to sleep by winter.”

  “Oh, I will, you wonderful bastard.”

  I smiled into our next kiss. These getaways were great. The club needed ceremony sometimes, and so did we as a couple, but fuck.

  Honestly, I'd be renewing our vows every single day. I did it every time I took these lips, listened to her voice, pinned her down and felt her shaking under me.

  About a minute later, we managed to pull away just long enough to crawl into our tent underneath the starry sky.

  We renewed our vows all damned night, and probably forged a few new ones in dirt and grit and lust.

  I loved this woman so much I couldn't believe I'd wasted so much time on other shit. I remembered the first time those bright blue eyes gave me the world when we were dumb kids, staring at me through the spokes of her screwed up bike tire as I kneeled down to give her a hand.

  Half an eternity ago, and it was still as fucking beautiful as yesterday. I passed the hell out next to my woman with a smile on my face.

  Blackjack's Secret: Grizzlies MC Romance

  By Nicole Snow

  I: No Less Bitter (Blackjack)

  I watched my boys get married one by one.

  First Roman and Sally, complete with a kid in tow. I'd bet my bottom dollar my Enforcer would have another kid in her by next year, giving Caleb a little brother or sister.

  Rabid and Christa. The joy he'd brought to her scarred face and torn up life tugged something wicked on these old heartstrings. He'd paid her debt in blood, saved her life, and given her the world.

  Brass and Missy. Once a junkie, my Veep was only addicted to his girl now. He'd pulled her out of the gutter and adopted her little sis like his own daughter. Their marriage reminded me every damned day I'd made a solid choice for my right hand man when I took this club over.

  Finally, Asphalt and Elle Jo. She poured ice on the hothead, and he gav
e her fire. They were born in the club. They'd die someday with the patch hanging over them too, but not before their hearts were scorched to a crisp with the flame they had for each other.

  Shit, their love hit me the hardest. They'd really suffered for their love.

  All too brutally familiar, stabbing me right between the eyes, reminding me of everything I'd squandered, lost, and still had on the line.

  Their pain, I got on a very fucking visceral level. It hung low in my bones, worse than the ache radiating up hip since I'd taken a bullet to the leg. The old wound nipped at me now as I rode away from our happy camp in Oregon, on toward Missoula.

  As far as my boys knew, I was going up there to have some serious talks with the Devils about business. That much was true, but Missoula would be at the tail end of a more personal pit stop.

  I was going home. It was time to pay homage to the past and stare my future in the face, back in Spokane, the place I'd lived and loved half a lifetime ago.

  I rode hard all day and night. Mountains, forests, and streams passed by in a blur, cold as time and faceless as the wind ripping through my long graying hair.

  Nothing but truckers and young kids on the road at night. When they saw me coming, they moved the fuck over. Probably wondered if they'd seen a ghost when I got up alongside them.

  Didn't ever smile unless somebody had a kid in the car. Especially not on this trip.

  Coming so close to my girl was always a bitch because she kept me so far. Impossibly distant. She still hadn't forgiven me, after all these years, and I knew she never would.

  I never told my boys about the hell behind me, the agonizing loss, and I sure as shit never said anything to the bastards who served in the Grizzlies with me under Fang. This shit was too private, even for brothers.

  Spokane had the only thing in the world that could make me lose my shit. I'd rather take a dagger to the chest a hundred times than let any man sharing the patch see me break.

  Outlaw Presidents don't get the luxury of tears.

  Not even when they're hot, toxic, and totally justified.