One Night in the Outlaw's Bed

by One Night in the Outlaw's Bed

  The female currently on his lap and grinding her shit all over him had clearly thought his erection was for her and from what she was doing, because the low hum of approval that came from her told him as much. When she reached down and attempted to slip her hand down his pants, he stopped her with a firm hold on her wrist. He turned his head to look at her, but all there was reflected back at him was the look of dirty need. He hadn’t slept with this particular female before, and although a lot of the MC members had a favorite club whore they slept with on more than one occasion, Diesel was a one woman kind of male. He didn’t like to double dip and didn’t like sloppy seconds, but females that hadn’t been with any of his MC brothers were far and few between, especially ones that liked his dirty kind of sex. He lifted the female off of him and set her aside. She huffed out and pouted in disappointment, but he still had his focus on Maggie. Fuck, she had blossomed from the short and chubby girl he had seen at her dad’s shop to this curvy woman that had nice, wide hips and big fucking tits. Her thighs were thick enough to hold onto him as he fucked her against the wall, her hips went on for miles, and her ass had him imagining spreading those round cheeks and licking her tight hole between them. He looked at her breasts again and nearly groaned aloud. The mounds were so big, so naturally bouncy, that his cock jerked as he watched them move up and down and from side to side while she danced. He should really look away, find a female to screw nice and hard, and put his thoughts of having Maggie out of his head. But he was also a masochistic bastard with sadistic tendencies, and wanting a female like Maggie, knowing he couldn’t have her because he was so very bad for her, was as masochistic as it got. But the things he wanted to do to her, the pleasure and pain he wanted to give her, were all sadistic, and so damn hot as the images played through his head.

  “D, hey man, you going after something?”

  He looked over at Court who spoke. The female that had been all too willing to stroke Diesel’s cock was now working herself all over Court. But the biker wasn’t interested and pushed her away. Drevin was right there, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her on his lap. Yeah, Drevin was a newly patched in former prospect, and wasn’t picky on what he stuck his dick in, or if he got sloppy ass seconds in the very same night.

  “You like something over there?” Dallas said in a low, deep voice and tipped his chin toward the dance floor. “You scoping out that hot piece of ass out there with the jeans on?” There was a slight slurred quality to Dallas’s voice, and it was clear the male was drunk.

  Although Diesel knew who he was referring to, he still looked in Maggie’s direction. Her eyes were closed and her arms were up in the air as she moved slowly to the music. Her friend was dancing the same way, and he could see the redness tinting Maggie’s cheeks. She was drunk, which he would have known even if he hadn’t been close enough to smell the alcohol coming from her pores. He was a bear shifter, as were all the Grizzly MC members, but there were a lot of bullshit ideas on what a shifter could and couldn’t do. They didn’t heal instantly when injured, and although they had heightened senses and strength when in their bear forms, when they were humans they still had weaknesses. And Maggie Drake was one fucking weakness for Diesel, but he couldn’t quite understand why. His bear was pacing back and forth inside of him, needing to be released, and for the first time in his life he had never felt so pulled in two different directions. His pulse beat in his dick, and the longer he looked at her the more he wanted her. She had been cute back in the day, and the last time he had seen her was when she was only seventeen. She had been just a kid, and he wasn’t some sick fuck that wanted any part of that, but now? Now she was all woman, and as much as Diesel knew he shouldn’t even tempt that darker side of him, he honestly didn’t know if he’d be able to be strong and stay away from her.

  “Man, I’d fuck that girl two ways to Sunday.”

  Diesel snapped his head toward Dallas and bared his teeth, but the other male was still looking at Maggie.

  “Fuck, she sure has grown up since the last time I saw her.” Dallas was a newly patched in Grizzly MC member. He had been a Nomad for more years than Diesel could even remember, and had hung around Steel Corner for extended periods of time. So his knowing Maggie and recognizing her wasn’t too much of a surprise.

  Still, hearing Dallas talk about her like she was another club whore had this fiery rage burning deep inside of Diesel, accompanied by the need to knock Dallas’s teeth in.

  “Shit, look at the ass on her. And she’s shaking that shit like she wants me to go over there and fuck her.”

  Something snapped inside of Diesel, and he swept his arm across the table, sending the empty bottles scattering to the floor and scaring the piss out of the females that hung around them. They scurried back, and although the music was still loud overhead, the noise from the people had dimmed and he felt their eyes on him. Dallas was still in his seat with his beer bottle resting on his thigh. Diesel was fuming. He felt his muscles grow under his skin, and knew that the scent of his anger was clear, yet that son-of-a-bitch Dallas just sat there with this stoic expression on his face.

  “Say something one more time, Dallas. Say one more thing about fucking her ass, touching her, or even look at her and see what I do.”

  Dallas cocked a blond brow. “Is she yours?”

  For a moment Diesel didn’t respond, but then gritted out, “No.”

  Dallas didn’t say anything for a few seconds, but then the corner of his mouth kicked up. “So you’re confronting me about a random female?” He brought his beer bottle to his lips and took a long drink. He set it down on the table and stared at him with red-rimmed and glossy eyes. “You actually willing to go head-to-head with me because of some piece of pussy that you haven’t even claimed?”

  Diesel tightened his hands into fists, but Dallas just kept right on talking.

  “Or maybe you have fucked the shit out of that pussy and feel like going another round? I know you aren’t all about dipping your dick in sloppy second cunt.” Dallas was piss-ass drunk, and when any of the members were that trashed they seemed not to have a filter on their mouths, but that shit was going to get Dallas’s ass beat, and that time was right now.

  Diesel gripped the edge of the table and turned the thing over in one powerful surge. His reaction was ludicrous, intense, and uncontrolled, but his bear was taking charge right now. Dallas had the fucking balls to still stay seated, and there was no doubt the asshole knew how close to shifting Diesel was. “I’m going to beat your ass.”

  Dallas stood, finished off his beer, and tossed the bottle. He swayed on his feet, but righted himself and chuckled softly. “All this over some female that grew up around you?” Dallas shook his head.

  "”D, man, Dallas is clearly drunk,” Court said. “He’s been in his own world. You know that.”

  Yeah, Diesel had noticed, but that didn’t mean shit right now. “Don’t fucking talk about Maggie like she’s just another warm hole to stick your cock in.” He spoke to Dallas and pointed a finger at where he knew Maggie stood. Diesel had no fucking idea what in the hell had gotten over him. But he didn’t question it because he always went with his instincts, always trusted his gut, and right now everything inside of him was roaring out that he needed to do this. Hell, he was just thinking about doing the exact same thing to Maggie as he accused Dallas of doing. He shouldn’t give two shits who talked about her, or what they said. But it was like this possessive side of him, the one controlled by his bear, had risen up so swiftly he couldn’t comprehend what was happening to him. But he couldn’t deny that the moment he had seen her sitting there, looking all womanly and curvy, had this very deep need inside of him coming to the surface. Had it always been there and just now decided to rise up like some kind of damn beast intent on staking some kind of claim? Yeah, it really had.

  He felt everyone watching this altercation, and the smart thing to do was to just walk away, and maybe he could have if Dallas hadn’t been running his fucking mouth. Drun
k or not, Diesel couldn’t let it go. His bear wouldn’t allow it, and his human side didn’t want to forget about the anger.

  “Dallas, if you were smart you wouldn’t say another damn word,” Court said and took a step toward them. “You’re drunk and need to sleep it off. Clearly you don’t know what in the fuck you’re doing right now.”

  “Damn, D, you’re getting soft in your old age, and actually starting to care about shit other than what cunt you’re going to stick your dick in—”

  Diesel didn’t let him run his mouth anymore. Yeah, this started over Dallas taking about Maggie like she was just another female, and although Diesel had never thought of her as anything more than a kid until now, Dallas needed to know he couldn’t say shit like that. He needed to show respect, and Diesel was going to show him with his fists. But then he just kept going, and pissing Diesel off even more. Maggie just wasn’t some piece of ass, and certainly didn’t deserve to be talked about in that way. Her father was tight with the club, and because of that she counted as tight with the MC, too. Even if she wasn’t in deep with the club in any other form than that, she was still under club protection. He moved quickly in front of Dallas, intent on slamming his fist into the other male’s face, but a hand on his arm had him instantly stopping. The scent of Maggie filled his nose in a rush of saccharine intoxication and something floral. He didn’t have to turn around to know it was her, because there was this intense spark of electricity that slammed into him at the point of where she touched him and rushed through his body. His cock had grown soft from his near fight with the other biker, but now it grew hard as steel in seconds flat.

  Court stepped up beside Dallas and gripped his arm. “Come on, man. This is not the fucking time or place for this shit.”

  Dallas glared at Diesel, and it was clear the other male wanted to go a round. Diesel had never had any issues before with the other man, but the fact he hadn’t kept his mouth shut meant he was due to get knocked down because of it. Stinger had been at the bar hitting it up with a female, but he was now on the other side of Dallas and pulling him toward the door. Dallas looked like he was about to say something, but Court made a deep sound in his throat.

  “Dallas, just shut the fuck up. Can’t you see that D is hanging on by a thread? And if I were going to place bets I’d say D has you on this one given the fact it is clear this concerns a female that is important to him, and the fact you can hardly stand up straight.”

  They stared at each other for another several seconds as Court and Stinger tried to pull him back, and finally Dallas relented, and the three of them went toward the front and walked out of the door. Court’s words slammed into Diesel’s head. It concerns a female that is important to him.

  Diesel took a step back, which caused her hand to fall away from his arm. He turned around and looked at her. Even though he towered over most people, Maggie was especially tiny compared to him. At six-foot-four and over two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle, Diesel was used to looking down at people. Because of the fact he was a bear shifter he was bigger, taller, and stronger than humans and many other shifters, but Maggie was small, even for a human. She couldn’t be more than five-foot-one, and although she had curves and thickness that went on for miles and had his arousal climbing even higher until he thought he’d suffocate from it, she was so little compared to him. Her eyes were this off slate grey color with a hint of blue mixed in. They were a unique shade, one he had never seen before, and that enthralled him. The scent of her uneasiness mixed with the alcohol in her system made for a potent combination.

  Her friend was only a foot behind Maggie, and the sight of her wide eyes had Diesel taking another step back. Fuck, what in the hell had gotten into him? And over some female he didn’t even know on a personal level. Over the years he might have said a handful of words to her, but then he had gone all territorial on one of his brothers because they badmouthed her. Diesel scrubbed a hand over his jaw, felt the day old stubble lining his cheek and chin, and breathed out. There were a lot of people staring, mainly the ones that were passing through. The ones that knew better than to gawk at a Grizzly MC member were busy trying to act like nothing had happened.

  “Come on, Maggie.” Her friend gripped Maggie’s arm and pulled her back.

  Maggie stumbled backward, but she never took her eyes off of him, and Diesel found himself rooted to the spot. Her friend became a little more persistent, especially when Diesel found himself taking a step toward her. But right now his bear was taking control, moving closer, wanting to be nearer to her. He wanted to run his nose along the arch of her neck, and the images that slammed into his mind over and over again had him drunk with dark need. What would she do if he tied her to his bed, and made her watch as he pushed his dick into her pussy? She’d try to stop him, try to tell him to go slow no doubt, but fuck, Diesel wouldn’t do that, couldn’t because he’d want her too much. That need would have him gripping her body so hard she cried out in pleasure and his marks were left on her milky flesh. He wanted to see his handprints bruising her flesh, wanted that mark of ownership. A low sound left him, but he couldn’t help himself. The thoughts in his mind were making him feral.

  He should turn and leave, because that was the smart and safe thing to do, but he couldn’t force the human part of himself to do that. He couldn’t find the strength to push his bear aside and be stronger than the fucker.

  “Maggie, we should leave. Now.” Her friend pulled her toward the entrance, and Maggie blinked a few times before shaking her head and picking up her pace.

  Diesel didn’t move, but he did watch her leave, couldn’t have stopped himself from doing that either. When she was out the front door and he couldn’t see her any longer, he took in a deep breath and blew it out.

  “Holy fucking shit, D. Care to explain what in the hell that was all about?”

  Diesel turned and looked at Stinger. He hadn’t even noticed the other male had come back into the bar.

  “Dallas gone?” He ran his hand over his face once more, finally having the strength to push his bear back now that Maggie wasn’t in front of him. He looked at Stinger who was a few feet from him and had this blank look on his face. After the male had got shot up by Trick over a month ago he had been acting reserved. Diesel had a feeling that near death experience might have brought some realization to the other male, because it was like he had done a complete one-eighty on his normal personality. But he didn’t talk about it, and the members of the MC knew that pushing for more from Stinger—or any member for that matter—wouldn’t do anything but drive them back more. But instead of Stinger looking at life in a new light as what normally happened when someone almost died, he just kept to himself, and did what was asked of him from the club. He was still there for the MC and the crew, but when it concerned himself it was like he was cut off, totally switched to something stoic and blank.

  “Yeah, Court took him back to the clubhouse to fuck a club whore and sleep off the liquor.” Stinger watched him silently for a second. “He was pretty drunk, D, and I’m sure he meant no harm.” Stinger reached inside his cut and grabbed his pack of smokes. He pulled a cigarette out, put it between his teeth, and lit the end with the lighter he fished out of his front pocket.

  “I don’t want to fucking talk about it, Stinger.” Yeah, Diesel had known Dallas was drunk, and that should have been taken into consideration where Diesel’s anger was concerned, but it was hard to tell his inner animal that. The beast seemed to think Maggie was already his, and that was bad fucking news all around.

  Stinger nodded once and turned to head out of the bar, but he stopped right before he walked out the front door and looked at Diesel. “You want to hit up the barn and get in a fight to let off all of that steam?”

  Although Diesel had more control over himself than he had just moments before, he was still clenching and unclenching his hands at his sides, still felt the adrenalin pumping through his veins, and knew that hitting up a fight in the barn the club owned on their
private property was probably the best way to let off this anger. It was that or fucking a female good and hard, and the very idea of sticking his dick in a pussy that wasn’t Maggie’s seemed abhorrent and not at all arousing.

  “Yeah, I think the barn is probably a go.” Since the club had gotten in business with Sticks, a human male who was deep in the underground fighting world, and Jace, the Lion MC President, they were making some good money being the muscle and partners of the illegal fighting that went down on their property. Of course it wasn’t as much as they had made running drugs for a few former associates, but it still brought in the cash flow. Although no Grizzly MC member had participated in the fighting that went down at the barn, he was about to change that tonight.

  Chapter Three

  Maggie was far too drunk to drive, but Mora had only had a little and was fine. But after what had happened back at the bar Maggie was surprised her friend could even concentrate on the road. Mora was driving under the speed limit and on her way to Maggie’s house, but she knew it wasn’t because she tried to go under the radar of the local PD, but because she was just as stunned as Maggie at the fact Diesel had almost beat one of his club members’ asses over her.

  “That did just happen back there, right?” Mora asked, but kept her focus on the road. She kept tightening and loosening her hands on the steering wheel. Maggie swallowed, trying to gather enough saliva to make her closed-off and parched throat less painful.

  “Yeah, I’m pretty sure it did.”

  God, why did she have to drink so much? She saw Mora look at her through the corner of her eye. Maggie shifted on the seat so she was staring at her friend. They stared at each other for only a second, and then Mora looked back at the road.