One Night in the Outlaw's Bed

by One Night in the Outlaw's Bed

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  Copyright© 2014 Jenika Snow

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-804-5

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Karyn White

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  ONE NIGHT IN THE OUTLAW’S BED

  The Grizzly MC, 3

  Jenika Snow

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  She shouldn’t watch him. She shouldn’t even look his way. All that accomplished was seeing the skanks rub themselves all over him and the other MC members like they were cats in heat. Maggie Drake looked down at her fruity drink that was half full, picked up the glass, and downed the rest of it.

  “Whoa. Looks like someone wants to get trashed tonight?” Mora, her best friend since they had been twelve years old, was grinning.

  Maggie shook her head and breathed through the burn of alcohol. The drink wasn’t even that potent, at least it shouldn’t be, but clearly the bartender had felt generous when filling it with liquor. Well, better for her because she was feeling pretty shitty.

  “Yeah, and I’m getting another one. I don’t even want to be able to see straight by the end of the night.” Mora’s grin fell, and she gave Maggie a sympathetic look.

  “Honey, getting laid off isn’t the worst thing to happen.”

  Maggie shook her head again and played with the rim of her glass. “Maybe not, but it sucks nonetheless. Oh, and let’s not forget about the fact I moved back to this shitty little town after that douche-bag John broke up with me for some big, fake breasted bimbo.” She held up three fingers to Mora. “I also get to work for my dad in an automotive parts store of all places, too.” It sounded even worse when she said it aloud. “And living in his basement at the age of twenty-three isn’t humiliating at all.” The last was said thickly with sarcasm. “That kind of brings the whole sucky thing full circle.”

  “Ever hear the saying ‘Everything happens for a reason’?”

  Maggie gave Mora a bland look. “Seriously? You do realize people hate that saying?”

  Mora shrugged and tried to offer another smile, but it wasn’t as peppy as it was moments before. Mora stared at her for a moment and breathed out. “Ok, let’s get you another drink then.”

  Maggie gave her a thumbs up, and watched as Mora left their pub table and headed to the bar. Maggie looked over at Diesel, against her better judgment, but shit, she couldn’t help it. She had known the man for as long as she could remember. But he was this feared outlaw in Steel Corner, associated with The Grizzly MC, and she should run in the other direction, not want to gravitate toward him. He was over ten years older than she was, was the freaking vice president of the motorcycle club, and was a bear shifter on top of that. To say he was dangerous was an understatement. Although she wasn’t privy to club business and didn’t know the members on a personal level, she knew enough. Like every other Steel Corner resident, she knew that the Grizzly MC was badass, did illegal activities, and had a very violent nature. People steered clear of them, and just a look at their leather and cut wearing appearances scared the shit out of people.

  Although she might not be “friends” with the club, she probably saw them on a more personal level than most of the town’s residents did. That was a given when her father owned an automotive parts business and the MC members came to him several times a month. So getting involved with Diesel, in any shape or form, would be bad for her. Not to mention he had been a man-whore before she moved out of Steel Corner, and after seeing three women walk up to him and rub themselves all over his leather-clad body, it was clear he still lived that lifestyle. But even knowing all of that, and telling herself that she most definitely did not want a man like Cane “Diesel” Marsh going anywhere near her in a sexual way, she couldn’t help but stare at him. Watching his thick, muscled forearm flex when he lifted his arm up to bring his beer bottle to his mouth had her wet between her thighs.

  She wanted him, had wanted him since she was seventeen years old and she had been working the weekend at her dad’s shop. Even years later she could still picture that day so clearly. Diesel had come in with a bunch of the other MC members, and that was the first time she had been so close to him, had smelled the leather, sweat, and motor oil that had surrounded him, and knew for the first time in her life what hardcore lust was. But he hadn’t noticed her other than a glance and a chin lift her way. She would have lain on the counter naked for him if he ordered her to do it. That was how much she had wanted him. She had been dumbstruck by the dangerous aura that came from him—from all of them. All it had taken was that one moment for her to know that she wanted Diesel to own her—even if at the tender age of seventeen she hadn’t even known what the hell that truly meant, but she knew she wanted it. Maggie wanted him to make her feel what it was like to have a real male fuck her.

  A shiver worked over her body at that thought. That seemed like ages ago now, but even moving away hadn’t done anything but push those carnal desires deep down inside of her. Now being back in town had everything rushing forward. All it took was the sound of motorcycles coming down the road, and the sight of that metal glinting under the sun as they passed through town, for her to feel that hardcore desire she had whenever in his presence. And now, seeing Diesel in the flesh after so many years, yeah, she was wet and wanted him, and knew that he was the only man that could give it to her.

  She glanced at him again. He wore a short sleeved shirt, and the tattoos that covered his entire right arm from wrist to under his shirt were so damn arousing she actually clenched her thighs together. She could overlook the slut currently perched atop his lap, could even ignore the way she had her arms wrapped around his neck and played with the light blond hair tied at the nape of his neck. But what she couldn’t ignore was the pounding of her pulse between her thighs every time she looked at him.

  Get a grip. You’re back home for less than a week and already you are fantasizing about Diesel?

  She glanced at Mora at the bar, but she was too busy flirting with the bartender to worry about bringing the drinks back so they could get good and sloshed. Maggie looked back at where Diesel and a few of the other bikers sat. Diesel’s expression was stern as he leaned forward and rested his forearms on the table—slut-free, she noticed—and spoke to Court. It was like she had never left, and all these years hadn’t passed. Being away from Steel Corner had been good for her, at least that was what she thought, but as soon as she stepped back in this town all of her old feelings resurfaced. And those old feelings had to do with Diesel currently looking right at her. Maggie’s mouth went dry, her heart started to pound fast and hard, and she swore Diesel could tell she was on edge even from this distance. His light blue eyes watched her with this knowledge that had always made her feel twitchy, as if he could see right into her soul. His mouth moved, and she realized he was still talking to Court, but kept his attention right on her.

  God, he was still so big, maybe even more muscular than the last time she had seen him, and those muscles were clearly visible under his shirt and leather cut. Maggi
e tore her eyes away from him, because even though she had a nice buzz going on, she wasn’t nearly drunk enough to let her thoughts go to where they were trying to go: her under Diesel’s huge body, both of them naked, and him pumping into her like he was staking a claim. Her cheeks heated, and fortunately Mora came back, slid a big-ass margarita in front of her, and started talking about the bartender. Maggie grabbed the drink, sucked down half of it, and waited for oblivion.

  “Girl, you okay?”

  Maggie looked at Mora who watched her intently over the sugar-coated rim of her glass. She hadn’t told anyone about this carnal need to have a man that was so, so very wrong for her. But she had just enough alcohol in her bloodstream, just enough liquid courage pounding through her veins, that telling Mora now about something that she had kept deep down inside of her didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

  “This about the fact you’ve been eye-fucking Diesel since he walked in?”

  Maggie didn’t respond right away, just grabbed her drink and tipped it back, taking in a mouthful and swallowing it until her throat grew numb. She may not have ever told anyone how she felt for the biker, but Mora had lived in Steel Corner her whole life, too.

  “You do realize that your silence is confirmation enough?” Mora lifted a blonde, arched brow at her. “And you do know that you can’t lie worth a shit, and I’m pretty good at reading people?” Mora smiled widely. There was a chorus of deep male laughter, and they both turned and stared at the four MC members sitting around the table. The bottle of whisky between them was nearly gone, but it was still pretty early in the night, and she knew that bottle would be replaced as soon as it was empty.

  “We should have gone someplace else.” Maggie looked over at Mora, who was still staring at the bikers.

  “Why? Everything else in this town is so lame compared to this place.”

  Maggie did agree with Mora, but it was also a bar owned by the Grizzly MC, one that was currently filled with many of said bikers. The energy in this place was intoxicating, if not a little dangerous. She looked around and saw several of the club members she recognized, but many that she didn’t. They all had a common denominator, and that was the fact their cuts stated they were part of the Grizzly MC. There were a few men that didn’t have cuts on. They played pool or sat at the bar, and she had to assume they were passersby. The residents of this town tended to stay away from anything that had to do with the Grizzlies for obvious reasons.

  “Besides, the eye candy is pretty spectacular here.”

  “Yeah, I can’t argue with you there, but you notice we are the only women here fully dressed, and the only ones that don’t look like we are about to kick someone’s ass?”

  Mora chuckled and went back to drinking her margarita. “You know what I think you need?” Mora paused. “I think you need to do something to get out of your funk and make this homecoming a hell of a lot better.”

  Uh oh, she could only guess what her friend without a filter was about to suggest, but Maggie had a pretty good guess when Mora looked over at the MC members at the table again.

  “Don’t even say it.”

  “Say what?” Mora was still looking away when she answered. “I just think if you want Diesel so bad, which I can’t blame you by the way, I think you need to do it. What do you have to lose?” Mora looked at her again. “I’m being serious right now, Maggie.”

  Yeah, she could tell that, and there weren’t many times that Mora was serious. She was more of a party all the time kind of girl. “What am I supposed to do, Mora? Go up to him and tell him that I want to have sex with him?” Mora opened her mouth, but Maggie shook her head. “Don’t answer that.”

  Mora smiled.

  “You know I’m not outgoing like you are. Heck, I’ve only been with two guys sexually in my life, and even that a lot left to be desired.”

  “That’s my point, Maggie. You’re twenty-three, moved out of this crappy town after high school, got a degree, and did something with your life.”

  Maggie snorted.

  “I’m serious. So what if shit didn’t go the way you envisioned? Everything happens for a reason, right? It isn’t like you don’t know those guys. I mean your dad owns the shop they come and get a lot of their parts for their bikes for. And they have known you guys for years, have even drunk with your dad before.”

  “Mora, they are bikers, lead a dangerous life, and are so not what I should get involved with. I’m trying to get my life in order, remember?” Maggie swallowed another mouthful of her drink. “Yeah, my dad might be close with them, but I never was, not like that, and besides,” she leaned in a little closer, “I’ve been gone for five years. He probably doesn’t even remember me.”

  Mora shrugged but didn’t respond.

  “Besides, he would eat me up.”

  Mora chuckled and looked at the bikers again. Maggie followed her gaze and saw a busty brunette now giving Diesel a little lap dance. Ugh, that girl had it going on in the body department, that was for sure. Her big fake breasts were all jiggling around in that loose top, her flat stomach was on display with a little belly button ring punched right through it, and those jean shorts were so minuscule every time she bent over to shake her chest in Diesel’s face Maggie could see the crease where her thigh and butt cheeks met.

  “That girl would eat me alive.” Maggie had meant to keep that to herself, but the alcohol was making her blurt things out she normally wouldn’t have said. “Even if I had the balls to go up to Diesel, you think he’d pick chubby Maggie over that skanky thing?” Maggie was short, on the thicker side, and her long brown hair never did what she wanted it to. She didn’t have the long legs that the scantily clad woman now currently straddling Diesel had.

  “Come on, girl. Let’s dance.”

  Maggie sucked down the rest of her drink. Yeah, she had nothing compared to a lot of females, Mora included. John had broken up with her for a woman that had more going on for her in the looks department than Maggie could even compare with. If those thoughts weren’t enough to put her in a slump she didn’t know what would. Mora grabbed her hand and hauled her to the small dance floor that was currently occupied by a few couples moving to Aerosmith. The song ended, and another one began. It was slower, kind of sensual, and Maggie was feeling more than loose enough to let go and enjoy herself for once in her life.

  Chapter Two

  Diesel lifted the shot Court handed him and tossed it back. Drevin and Court were currently having an argument over who had gotten their dick sucked more times in the last year. Dallas seemed to be sulking, and he had been that way for the last week. But he didn’t offer up any information, and Diesel wasn’t the prying type.

  “Dude, what about you?” Drevin tried to get Diesel in on the conversation.

  “Man, don’t get me involved. I’m not talking about my dick with you assholes.” He grinned at them. Although they kept trying to bring Diesel into the conversation, he was more interested in something else. Not even the barfly, who was also a club whore, could distract him from the curvy brunette dancing. What he should have done was haul Maggie Drake out of there and taken her back to her father’s place. This bar wasn’t a place for her to be hanging out in. Hell, she should be at home under a blanket with a mug of hot chocolate in her hands, not at a place owned by and filled with Outlaws. Diesel was happy he was who he was, but that didn’t mean he wanted to see a young girl like Maggie here, getting drunk and checked out by a bunch of motherfuckers. And that was exactly what was happening. As soon as he had entered the bar with the other club members he had instantly seen her. He wasn’t going to lie and say the human part of him didn’t get hard as a rock at the sight of her almost modest attire. Diesel was so used to seeing females flaunt their shit around, barely covering their pussies and tits up because they thought that was what a male wanted to see. Some may very well like no mystery at all, but Diesel, no, he wanted to have to imagine what a woman looked like under her clothes. The bear side of him had risen up, too, scenting o
ut the familiar part of her, and the fact she was a grown woman now. It had been years since he had seen her, five to be exact, and although he was aroused to see her now, back then she had just been the daughter of Brian Drake, a close friend of the club and the guy The Grizzlies got a lot of the parts for their Harleys from.

  “Dude, I’m telling you that female sucked my cock like she was a Hoover.” Court leaned back in the seat and slammed his hand down on the table. The beer caps that littered the scarred wood jumped from the action. “She sucked my cock for so long my shit got numb.”

  “Man, you’re insane if you’re trying to play it off like you could last that long,” Drevin said with a chuckle. “I know for a fact I saw you go into one of the backrooms with a club whore, and no more than twenty minutes later she was coming out wiping her mouth like she had just eaten dinner, and you followed behind stumbling to put your belt back on.” Drevin was outright laughing now, Court had a scowl on his face, and Dallas still wore this perpetual stoic expression. The two prospects that had joined them out tonight, Dark and Tore, laughed their asses off.

  Diesel turned his attention back to Maggie and watched her sway her hips to the music. He had felt her eyes on him, and when she wasn’t looking he was the one staring at her. He shouldn’t, and not because he was thirty-nine and far too old for her. He should stay away because compared to him she seemed like this innocent virgin, and he was this vicious bear starving for fresh meat. He was a dirty bastard with filthy sexual needs, ones that would have marks on her pretty cream colored flesh, and leave pain resonating throughout her body. When he found a female to relieve himself with, he liked things rough, liked to be in control. As much as Diesel wanted Maggie, wanted to feel himself push deep inside of that tight little body, wanted to feel her come from the force of him fucking her, and wanted her nails digging into his back until he hissed out in pain, he knew he couldn’t have her. She was too good for the likes of him, that was for fucking sure.