Her Rough Mountain Outlaw: Blackthorn Mountain Men, book 6

by Faye, Madison

  Jackie’s hand slid to my back, her fingers tightening on my shirt. I didn’t know who this fucking guy was. I was pretty sure he wasn’t Darrel - Jackie’s ex. But who knew if it was someone he’d sent.

  “There’s no problem here, friend,” I muttered back. “Just as soon as you turn around, get back in your car, and be on your way.”

  He shrugged. “Nothing to do with that police checkpoint stop up on highway twenty-three?”

  My eyes narrowed. “I think you should go.”

  The man smiled, his hand dropping away from his gun, and the tension lowering.

  “Blackthorn Mountain, huh?” He nodded, glancing around at the trees. “I like this place. It’s peaceful.”

  “And it’ll be that much more peaceful when you take off.”

  He chuckled, turning towards his dark black SUV.

  “I’ll be in touch” he tossed over his shoulder. “Enjoy your day, Ms. McKinnon.”

  Jackie gasped quietly.

  “Mr. Rivers.”

  Something cold sank in my chest as the man climbed into his SUV, started the engine, and pulled a U-turn before driving off back down the mountain road.

  11

  Jackie

  The rain had started drizzling down on our ride back from the garage after dropping off Axe’s jeep. Our clothes stuck wetly to our skin as Stone rolled his bike back into his garage and shut off the engine.

  Getting my things from the car and bringing the jeep back had taken longer than we’d thought. That, and Stone’s friend Ryker had done a drive down most of the roads leading past Blackthorn up towards Loggersville, and had reported that the police checkpoints were still up.

  …Which meant Darrel and his goons were still looking for me. God, he probably had some bullshit charges drawn up on me to get local cops involved too. They probably had pictures of me with “arrest on site” written across it.

  So, tomorrow. Tomorrow, we’d go get Brooke and then I could figure out what I was doing. And if that meant staying here in Blackthorn? Well…

  I blushed at the silly daydream thought as I swung my leg off the bike. That fantasy of staying here, with him, and playing house up here in his mountain cabin…I knew it was silly. I knew it was me just getting all mushy over the first guy who’d shown me kindness in, well, I don’t even know how long. But still, a girl could daydream.

  Stone climbed off the bike, and when I turned, my pulse quickened as I watched him peel his wet t-shirt off of that sculpted, grooved, rock-hard body. Good lord, the man was carved out of marble. He was like a freaking work of fine art - like sensual porn the way he peeled that shirt off and tossed it away. He turned, catching me staring at him, and that hungry, roguish grin crept over his chiseled jaw.

  “You creepin’ on me, baby girl?”

  I blushed, biting my lip.

  “Um, yes? I mean hello?”

  He chuckled, moving around the bike and stalking towards me. I swallowed, feeling the electric buzz tingle through my core as heat pooled between my legs. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of this man.

  He moved into me, his hands sliding over my hips, fingers teasing my skin. I gasped quietly as his hands tightened on me, tugging me into his hard body. My hands slid over his chest, feeling the heat there, and his pulse beating beneath the ink and muscle and scars. My fingers traced lower, down to the round ones - the bullet hole scars.

  “What happened?”

  The words whispered from my lips before I could stop them. I quickly clamped my mouth shut, my eyes dragging up to his and half expecting to see a frown or a sign of him not wanting to talk about it, both of which would be totally warranted. But instead, I just saw his jaw tighten, and his eyes dart over mine.

  “My name is Kyle,” he said softly. “Kyle Rivers. But I’ve been Stone longer than I was ever the name my parents gave me. I was part of a bike crew, way back. We called ourselves the Lost Devils.”

  His voice was quiet, but firm, this edge to it I’d never heard before as I saw the fire and pain of what he was about to say flicker behind his eyes.

  “Ryker, Axe and me, we were all in it. Ryker was President, Axe the VP, and I was the Sergeant at Arms. Back then, shit, Jackie. Back then, I was another man. I was wild, I was reckless. I did a lot of stupid shit too. Hell, we all did. We all lived like tomorrow might never come, and then one day, it almost didn’t.”

  He looked down, his eyes closing for a second. My hands slid around his waist, holding him close to me as he poured out his story.

  “There was a rival gang, the Savage Riders. They were mostly a bunch of punks, but they were pissed that we’d scored a deal with one of the Mexican cartels to run guns up through a few key places. So one night, they hit us when we weren’t expecting it.”

  His jaw tightened.

  “They hit us hard, Jackie.”

  His hand tightening on me, his muscles coiling and tensing as his voice darkened.

  “Axe and Ryker were away from our headquarters, luckily. Axe on an errand and Ryker dealing with some shit with his crazy ex and his little girl. But me? I was there-” His voice broke. “I was there when they came in and just started shooting. That was the night almost everyone I knew got snuffed out. Brother, friends - shit, Jackie. All of them died that night.”

  My heart ached with emotion for him as he took my hand and traced my fingers over his scars.

  “Seven shots, right through me.” He shook his head, his hand holding mine tightly. “I blacked out while it was happening. Saw a light and all of it, darlin’. But I saw that light and somehow I didn’t walk into it. Instead, I came back I guess. I woke up bleeding out surrounded by my dead brothers, and I got my ass out of there, somehow. I got myself to a truck stop nearby and paid some freaked out looking long-haul guy to get me out of town and to my gramps’s place where I stayed while I healed up.”

  My fingers curled around his, my eyes dragging up from his scars to those piercing blue eyes. This amazing man had seen hell. He’d been to the edge, and somehow, he’d come back from it.

  …And somehow, I’d found him. Or maybe he’d found me. All I knew is, I’d been falling for him ever since the moment those eyes caught mine through the smashed window of my car. I’d been falling hard, in a way that both scared me and took my breath away. But that story? Hearing about his loss and his struggle and thinking that if any of those bullets had been more fatal that I might not have ever met him?

  Well, that about broke my heart.

  Tears rolled down my cheeks, and he groaned as he pulled me close, wiping them away.

  “I haven’t felt whole since, Jackie. And I don’t think I’ve slept a whole night through since then either.” His hand pushed into my hair, tucking it back from my face as he cupped my cheek, holding my gaze with his fierce one.

  “That is, until the other night, when I pulled you out of that car,” he growled, his eyes flashing. “I haven’t felt whole until I found you. And last night?” he shook his head, his lips curling at the corners.

  “Last night I slept until I woke up with you in my arms. And baby girl? I don’t know what happens next. I don’t know where you go once you get your girl back. But I do know one thing. You make me whole, angel. You make me alive - truly alive - for the first time in years. And I don’t want that to go away. I don’t want you to go away.”

  His voice was edged with emotion, his eyes burning right into mine as he cupped my cheek and pulled me close.

  “Stay here and be mine.”

  His lips crushed to mine, and it was like a dam breaking loose.

  I melted into him, moaning, whimpering as his fierce kiss took my breath away. His powerful hands slid around me, pulling me against his bare chest and wrapping me tight in those muscled, protective arms. His tongue teased across my lips, and when I opened my mouth for him, I whimpered as our tongues danced together.

  His rough hands yanked at my shirt, and this time, he didn’t take his time. This time, the buttons gave, ripping away as I whimpered
into his mouth. He yanked the shirt down my arms, tearing my bra away too. I gasped, feeling him pull my clothes away and toss them aside before I crashed back into him.

  My aching, sensitive nipples dragged over his muscled chest, his abs pressed tight to my skin as we ground together. I could feel his thick, throbbing cock pulsing between my legs through his jeans, and I whimpered as I ground my hips into him - wanting him. Wanting him to take me. Wanting him to dominate me and make me his over and over again.

  His hands tore at my jeans, yanking the zipper down and then shoving them down over my hips. I wriggled free of them, pulling away from him just long enough to yank them off my feet before suddenly, he was scooping me up and making my heart jump into my throat. I moaned wildly into his lips as his powerful hands grabbed my ass, lifting me into him as my legs wrapped around his grooved hips. He pushed us back, and when my back hit the wooded wall of the small garage, I whimpered.

  His hands gripped my ass tight, one pushing lower. And when his fingers teased over the slick lips of my pussy, I trembled eagerly.

  “Fuck do I love how wet you get for me,” Stone groaned into my lips. His finger stroked through my lips, moving up to bump over my clit, sending pleasure throbbing through me.

  “I love how eager this greedy little pussy gets for me.”

  He rolled his finger over my clit, making me cry out.

  “You want more, baby girl?” he teased, his growly voice rumbling through me as he kissed his way down my neck. “You want me to make this pretty pussy purr for me? You want me to make you fucking come for me?”

  “Fuck, Stone!” I gasped. My hands clawed down his abs, ripping at his belt buckle and tugging at his zipper. He growled as I slid my hands inside, eagerly curling my fingers around his gorgeous, fat cock. He used one hand to shove his jeans and briefs down, stepping out of them and kicking them away before he ground into me.

  God, I could feel how hard he was, his big dick throbbing against my inner thigh - pulsing against my skin. I stroked him harder and faster, jerking his cock against my body as he toyed with my clit. I could feel his hot, sticky precum leaking from his swollen head, dripping all over me.

  …Like he was marking me.

  Stone rolled his hips, and when his head teased over my lips, pushing between them to pulse against my opening, I moaned wildly and kissed him even harder.

  “You want this big cock, baby girl?” he growled. “You want me to fuck this pretty little pussy like it deserves to get fucked?”

  “Please,” I whimpered, nipping at his bottom lip. His fingers toyed with my clit as he rocked his head back and forth across my slick entrance, making me shiver and ache for more. For all of him.

  “You never had a man like me, have you.”

  I moaned into his lips, shaking my head. “Not even fucking close.”

  “You never had a man who could pick you up and toss you around. A man who could fuck you like a dirty girl. A man who could totally fucking claim you and make you come like you ain’t never come before.”

  His filthy words teased through me like fire, making my whole body ache for him. I could feel my arousal dripping all over him, leaking down his cock as he toyed with me.

  “You going to just tease me all night?” I gasped, moaning as I rolled my hips into him, desperate to feel more.

  Stone growled lowly, holding perfectly still with just his huge, swollen head nestled against my opening.

  “Nah, baby girl,” he groaned, his hands sliding to my ass and gripping me tight.

  “Nah, I’m going to make you mine.”

  He drove in with one stroke, and my whole world melted. I screamed in pleasure, throwing my head back and clawing at his arms as that thick, gorgeous cock buried to the hilt inside of me. Fuck he was so fucking big, hitting me so wonderfully deep and stretching me wider than anything I’d ever felt.

  He slid back, his mouth dropping to my neck and sucking hard before he slid that perfect cock right back in, making me squeal in pleasure.

  Stone pulled back and then drove in again, fucking me hard - nailing me to the damn wall with his cock as his big hands held me tight. My fingers raked over his skin, gripping his muscled shoulders tight as I screamed in pleasure, feeling him thrust into me hard and fast and so deep that my toes curled.

  “Fuck, angel,” he groaned. “Take that big cock, baby girl. Take that big cock deep in that sweet little cunt. Shit girl, I can feel you squeezing me so good with that tight little pussy. I can feel your eager pussy trying to suck the cum right out of my balls.”

  I cried out, losing myself in him as he pounded me against the wall. We crushed together, bodies slick with sweat and our moans mingling together. Outside through the open doors of the garage, rain fell harder, and lightning crashed across the sky, but I barely heard it or saw a thing.

  …All I knew was him and I.

  All I knew was the feeling of us fitting together so damn perfectly, and of this rough, wild man claiming me utterly and completely. Making me his, and making me feel things I’d never even imagined.

  His hand slid into my hair, gripping it tight and tugging my head back. Fuck that felt good. It was this perfect mix of pain and pleasure - this rush of being claimed and dominated by him. I cried out, moaning in pleasure as his teeth and his lips trailed over the sensitive skin of my neck and collarbone as his gorgeous cock thrust in and out of me.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  I screamed, my hips urging him on and my legs wrapped so tight around his thrusting, muscled hips. Oh and fuck me he did - better, harder, faster, deeper and with more power than anything I’d ever known. He snarled into my ear like an animal, pinning me to the wall and gripping me hard enough to bruise as he fucked me like a man possessed - like he was hell bent on shattering my whole world.

  “My cock was made for your pussy, baby girl,” he growled into my ear. “This cock was made to fill you up so tight and make this pretty pussy come all over it. And when it does? When you come all over this fat cock like a dirty girl, I’m going to empty every drop of my hot cum deep inside of you. I’m going to fill you so much that you’ll feel me leaking out of you and making a fucking mess of your panties for days. After me, there won’t be a man on this goddamn planet who doesn’t see by the way you walk that you’ve been claimed by a real man. That a real man has shown this little pussy the proper way to come.”

  He drove in deep, one hand gripping my hair and the other tight on my hip as he thrust in and out. His heavy, cum-filled balls slapped my ass with every thrust, my rock-hard nipples dragging over his muscled chest, and my sanity crumbling at the edges. I was going to come, and I was going to come hard - harder than anything I’d ever felt before.

  And I was going to come real soon.

  “You want to come for me?” Stone groaned into my ear, like he was reading my thoughts or reading the way my body was rocking into him. “You want to come all over my big cock, baby girl? Go ahead. Make that pretty pussy come for me, Jackie. Make that pretty pussy come for my big cock. C’mon, dirty girl. Getting fucked by the biker against the dirty wall of his garage? Spreading your legs like a filthy little girl and begging for my big cock?”

  I screamed, my whole body tightening as I felt the wave start to crash over me.

  “Come for me, Jackie,” Stone grunted in my ear, his cock swelling up so huge inside of me as he drove in balls-deep.

  “Come for me right now, love.”

  The trigger pulled, and the bomb went off.

  I screamed into his lips as I kissed him, pouring out every single drop of my climax into his mouth as it exploded through me. My legs spasmed, shaking as they clamped down on his hips, my pussy gripping his thick, gorgeous, pistoning cock so tight as I went crashing over the edge.

  Stone roared, driving every inch deep inside of me before suddenly, he followed me over that drop. His lips seared to mine, and I could feel his cock throb and pulse inside of me before suddenly, I felt it. Thick, hot, powerful jets of hi
s sticky cum blasted deep against my womb. Pump after pump, I could feel more and more of his cum jet into me as I tumbled from one orgasm to the next, screaming my pleasure into his mouth before the both of us slowed.

  And we stayed just like that. We stayed with me in his arms, his hands holding me tightly and his thick, still-hard cock buried to the hilt inside of me. All while the rain tumbled quietly down outside the open doors of the garage.

  “First,” Stone groaned, kissing me softly. “First, we get some food. Then?” he grinned. “Then we do that all over again.” His lips teased over mine.

  “Then we sleep, and then,” his look hardened. “And then we go get your family.”

  12

  Stone

  The SUV was quiet. Up until then, if you’d driven past us, you’d have thought this was any old road trip. Three guys with tattoos in an SUV barreling down the highway listening to Guns N’ Roses? Yeah, no one would give us a second look.

  But now, it was quiet. Because now it was go time as we crept forward in the line of cars towards the police checkpoint.

  Next to me, Caleb stuck a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes scanning the road in front of us. Landon, his buddy, stuck his head forward from the backseat, doing the same damn thing. My fingers drummed the wheel, my jaw clenching as I eyed the cops giving each car in front of us a once-over.

  Caleb and Landon were new to Blackthorn - newer than me even. But they’d come like a lot of us had come to that place - looking for something new. Looking for some place they could find a new life from whatever they’d known before. Ryker apparently had met them once or twice when he was hiding out down in Vegas, before he’d come to Blackthorn Mountain, and that was pretty much the only in they needed.

  Since they’d arrived, they’d mostly been helping out around Ryker and Axe’s garage, same as me. But apparently, their real dream was to open a tattoo shop, which was pretty fucking cool if you ask me. The two of them were like a couple of rough-neck bikers mixed with tatted-up surfers or something, and they were tough as they come.