One Night in the Outlaw's Bed

by One Night in the Outlaw's Bed

  “You want to go for a ride?”

  Her mouth went dry, and she glanced back at the house. Her dad’s light was still off, but he was a pretty heavy sleeper. She turned back to look at Diesel, and although this was a crazy thing to do, probably the craziest thing she had ever done, she nodded. “I need to change.”

  He nodded, and right when she would have turned and headed back inside he reached out and wrapped his hand around her wrist. She looked down at where he held her, and felt the zing of electricity slam into her. He was so attractive in a darkly devilish way. His helmet covered his blond hair, but she could see the short strands tied at the nape of his neck. Even with the darkness she could see how blue his eyes were. He tugged her forward, and she didn’t resist.

  “This is crazy.”

  He searched her face with his eyes and nodded. “Yeah, baby, it really fucking is. But it feels pretty damn right, too.”

  Oh God. Hearing him call her baby had a gush of wetness leaving her, and his nostrils flared. She had to make herself remember that this wasn’t just any kind of man, but one that held a dangerous, wild animal inside of him. In a move so fast and powerful she didn’t realize what was happening until it was done, he pressed his mouth to hers and pushed his tongue inside. There was nothing left for her to do but to accept his possession, and that was exactly what he was doing. He was marking her as he thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, and moved his hand along her lower back to pull her even closer. Maggie tilted her head to accept more of his kiss, but before it could go any deeper he was pulling away from her.

  “Go get some different clothes on, baby.”

  She didn’t have to be told again. Once she was inside and had a pair of jeans on, a new top, and some shoes, she headed to her dad’s room. The door was cracked, and she saw him sleeping in the center of his bed. The deep snores coming from him told her he was out, and although she was an adult and didn’t have a curfew, she also didn’t want him to worry about her. She’d only be gone for a little bit, she told herself. Just long enough to take a ride with Diesel. That thought had a tingle settling between her thighs, and she left the house and made her way toward him once more. He hadn’t moved, and in fact watched her like how she imagined an animal might watch its prey before it struck. His eyes lowered as he looked at her body up and down, and although she had jeans and her jacket on, she felt completely naked in front of him. He had taken off his helmet and handed it to her. Once she had it on her head and strapped in place, he reached out and wrapped a hand around her upper arm. She straddled the back, but before she could get situated he took his other hand and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her toward him. The V of her legs fit perfectly against his body, and she swore she heard a deep rumble leave him over the purr of the bike when her pussy was snug against him. Maggie closed her eyes and fought through the arousal pounding heavily inside of her like a drum. He turned his head to the side.

  “You ever been on the back of a bike before?” Maggie shook her head and watched his grin spread. It was cute, but so damn dark and sexy that the inner muscles of her pussy clenched from that simple gesture. “Hang on, baby.”

  It was still so strange yet arousing to hear him call her that. She wrapped her arms around his lean and hard waist and pressed her chest to his back. The smell of aged leather from his cut filled her nose, and she briefly closed her eyes. This was surreal. In essence they were all but strangers, but being this close to him, touching him, and riding on the back of his bike felt so right on every level. Maggie didn’t want to question it, didn’t want to try to analyze it. All she wanted to do was let herself experience this one moment and see where it took her. Was she a fool for thinking that she could have more than one night with Diesel? No, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t hang on for what she knew would be one hell of a ride.

  He pulled away from the curb, and the vibrations from the bike speared right to her clit. A tingling that had already been based in her pussy intensified, but she held in her gasp of sudden pleasure and tightened her hold on him. Diesel took a left onto the next street, and she shifted her hands, but he wrapped his big, strong fingers around her wrists and pressed them tightly to his abdomen. The hard ridges of what she knew were his six-pack clenched beneath her touch, and she breathed out roughly.

  They hit the main road, but it was late and the streets were deserted. There was a kind of freedom riding on the back of his Harley, and after a while she relaxed against him and let the tension fade away. Maggie even rested her cheek on the center of his back, and watched as the buildings soon became trees as he ventured further out of town and more into the thick wilderness of Colorado. Things looked different on the back of his bike, with the wind blowing across her face and nothing holding her down except her hands around his waist. She didn’t know how long they rode, but her face felt like ice. Aside from that the rest of her body was burning up alive. The longer she was pressed against Diesel the more she wanted him, and the harder her resolution to do what she really wanted to do slammed into her. He turned onto a side road, but before he took it he made a U-turn as if he planned on heading back into town. This was her moment as they moved at a crawl right before he got back on the main road.

  “Diesel?” Her voice was low, and she didn’t know if he could hear her, but when she felt his entire body tense she knew he had. He braced his feet on the ground to steady the bike and looked over his shoulder at her. Strands of his shoulder length blond hair had come undone from his tie and hung around his masculine face. He was not handsome, per se, but his whole persona screamed masculinity. She felt so very feminine around him, and she knew that if she were to give herself up to him, even if for this one moment, it would be the experience of a lifetime. For several seconds all he did was stare at her, but she didn’t miss how his pupils dilated. She wondered if he could see the desire written across her face. He was a shifter, and no doubt could smell how wet she was, but there was no embarrassment in that knowledge, and in fact Maggie found it made her hotter.

  “What is it, Maggie?” His voice was low, but she still heard it over the roar of his bike.

  Parting her lips, she didn’t know if she could actually ask him what was on the tip of her tongue.

  “You like the ride, baby?”

  She felt her face heat from his words, because she thought of riding something that wasn’t his bike. Before she lost her nerve, and because this was the opportunity to actually have something she had wanted for a long time, Maggie took the bull by the horns and just asked him. “Diesel?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  She glanced at his hands on the handlebars, saw the way he kept clenching and unclenching them, and knew that although his face was stony and emotionless, he was just as affected as she was. “Why don’t you show me your place?”

  This very low, very animalistic sound left him, and she felt the vibrations leave his chest. He looked down at her lips, and she found herself licking them. When he slowly brought his gaze back up to her eyes, there was so much need reflected back at her that if she hadn’t been holding on to him she knew she would have crumbled to the ground.

  “Is that what you want, Maggie … to see my place?”

  She couldn’t form any words, so instead she nodded. He stared at her for another second before facing forward again, revving the engine, and moving back onto the main road. He only drove for about five minutes before turning onto a dirt one. He maneuvered his bike through the twisting and turning narrow road until the sight of a very small cabin became illuminated from his headlight. He pulled the bike to a stop in front of the cabin and cut the engine. Even though the bike was off Maggie could still feel the vibrations from it between her legs, or maybe it was the fact she was so turned over the likelihood she was about to have sex with Diesel.

  He dismounted from the bike and turned to help her off. She took off the helmet and handed it to him. Diesel placed it on a handlebar, and for a moment all they did was stare at each other. The sexual
tension between them was electric and could have started a forest fire for as hot and wild as it was. At least that was how she felt, knew that she wasn’t hiding her lust for him at all, and wondered how this man could be so in control when she felt anything but. He didn’t say anything, just grabbed her hand and led her to the front door. He opened it and led her inside and turned on the light. Maggie stepped inside further and looked around. The place was very small with an open floor plan. The only door she saw was the one at the end of the short hallway, and she could see it was the bathroom from the side of the sink peeking just inside of it. The living room was to the right. There was one dark brown leather couch that sat in front of a stone and blackened fireplace. To the left was an equally small kitchen with natural cabinetry and a stone butcher’s block in the center. There was rustling to her right, and she looked back to see Diesel removing his cut and placing it on the back of the couch.

  What in the hell are you doing, Maggie?

  His back was to her, but she could easily make out the lines of muscles through the thin material. She had never thought backs an attractive part on a man, but with Diesel’s broad shoulders, the way she could see the strength in his body as if it were living thing, all the way down to his narrow hips, she realized every part of this man was attractive in the most wicked of ways. He turned, and the front view was even more delicious. She could see the buckle of his belt peek just under the edge of his shirt, and his jeans looked like they were especially made for him. They were worn, slightly stained with what looked like grease, but lord, it was the most arousing sight.

  “You keep looking at me like that and I won’t be able to control myself.”

  The thought of Diesel going wild on her had a fresh gush of liquid heat leaving her. He growled low in his throat and stalked forward with determined steps. Maggie should have stayed put, let him know that she couldn’t be intimidated, but she found herself moving backward until the cold wood of the wall behind her stopped any and all retreat.

  Diesel stopped when he was a few inches from her, and the way he looked at her had her toes curling. “You wanted to see my place.” He kept looking at her but lifted his arm to the side as if emphasizing his point that this was indeed his place.

  “Yeah.”

  He didn’t drop his arm to his side, but instead placed it on the wall beside her head and leaned in. “But you didn’t want to come here to look at my shit, did you?”

  Oh, she wanted to look, just not at the furniture kind of things. Maggie wanted to see what he was hiding behind the cotton and denim. She wanted to run her hands along the hard expanse of his chest, see how far that ink that covered his entire arm went when he had no clothes on, and she wanted to hear that gruff voice saying all kinds of dirty things to her. But before she could answer he started talking again.

  “No, you didn’t want to come here to take inventory on my décor.” He leaned in another inch until she could smell the clean sweat on him, saw how blue his eyes really were, and could see the wicked looking scratch on his neck up close and personal. “I think you wanted to come here because you wanted me to fuck the hell out of you.”

  A small sound escaped her, and she clenched her jaw as to not do it again. He didn’t crack a smile, didn’t say a word. He just continued to stare at her and wait for a reply. Maggie ran her tongue along her bottom lip, and Diesel lowered his gaze so he was watching the act. He moved even closer yet until she felt the stiff, huge outline of his erection pressed snugly against her belly.

  “Go on, tell me exactly why you wanted to come to my place if not to have me shove my cock into that sweet little pussy of yours.”

  The air left her in a whoosh, and she shook her head. He was so damn intense and vulgar that it was almost too much, but she had known he would be like this, and although it was intimidating as hell, she was also more turned on than she had ever been. “Yes.” That one word came out a hell of a lot stronger than she felt inside. The low rumble that left him went straight to her clit, and she swore she felt the little bud swell even further.

  “Say it again, but say it all.” His stare was penetrating as he looked directly in her eyes.

  Maggie took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I have wanted you for a really long time.”

  He made a deep noise in the back of his throat.

  “I saw you tonight, and even though it has been years since we have interacted, this need I have just grew to the point I couldn’t handle it.” She had to force the words past her lips because her throat felt tight and dry. He lowered just his head until she felt the hot puffs of his breath move along her neck. She closed her eyes because keeping them open was just too hard with him so close. The heat of his body was so hot that beads of perspiration started to dot the area between her breasts.

  “Go on.”

  Those two words had her nipples beading. “But I knew I couldn’t ever be with a man like you.” This had him moving back marginally, and she forced herself to open her eyes. He didn’t say anything, but she could see in the look on his face that he wanted to her elaborate. She must not have spoken fast enough because only seconds later he was speaking in that rough timbre of his.

  “A man like me?” He lifted one of his blond eyebrows in question, and although she saw a hint of humor in his face, she also saw his desire was far stronger. “And what kind of man is that, baby?” He lowered his head again to her neck, and ran the tip of his nose up the length of her throat. She heard the deep inhalation that came from him, and the fact he smelled her shouldn’t have had her pussy and nipples tingling the way they did. But there was almost something primal in the way he scented her, like he wanted to memorize her.

  “The kind of man that knows how to use a woman well.” That had him pulling back again, but there was no amusement on his face this time.

  “Use? Baby, I don’t fucking use women. I fuck them good and hard until they can’t walk straight the next day. I send them on their way with a grin on their face and a sore fucking pussy. But I never use them.”

  She swallowed roughly, glanced down at his lips, and nodded. Hearing him talk about the other women he screwed wasn’t particularly attractive, but then again this man was a rough biker that did whatever he wanted, when he wanted.

  “Now, what I think you need is something only I can give you. And what I need is something only you can give me.” He captured her lips in a deep, almost painful kiss, and when he pulled back she swore her mouth was bruised. “All you have to do to make that happen is say the words. And if you really just wanted to come to my house to look at how I decorated, then you can tell me what colors I should paint the walls. But, Maggie, you and I both know you coming up here was not because of the latter, baby.” No, it wasn’t, and he knew that as well as she did.

  “Diesel?”

  He ran the tip of his nose up and done the side of her throat once more and growled out. “Yeah, Maggie.”

  She clenched her thighs together, and knew that even though this would be the one and only time she was with Diesel, it would be so worth it. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Chapter Five

  Diesel had known the reason Maggie wanted to come to his place, had smelled her sweet pussy every time a fresh gush of moisture left her. But he still gave her the choice to back out if she wanted to. He wouldn’t have had any hard feelings, and would have taken her right home without complaining, but he sure as fuck would have had a case of the blue balls. He took a step back and looked down at her. All he could hear repeating in his head like a broken record was her saying she wanted him to fuck her. His cock throbbed to be buried deep inside of her tight cunt, and all he could picture were these carnal images that had the tip of his dick becoming moist and the zipper of his jeans digging into his shaft. She looked scared of what he might do to her, but it was a good kind of scared, the kind that had anticipation moving between them like a powerful current. He didn’t stand there and think about what he was going to do, that all of this was movin
g pretty quickly, or that she was a hell of a lot younger than he was. Maggie wanted him, wanted him to fuck her, and that was exactly what he was about to do.

  Diesel knew they couldn’t have more than this one night, because his life was far too dangerous to have an old lady. If Jagger and Brick wanted to have a female, to protect her, watch over her, and make sure no motherfucker messed with them, then more power to them. But Diesel was happy with just random sex, and he knew that this hard need he had for Maggie was the fact his bear wanted her as much as his human side did. There was nothing more to it, and when he finally had her, claimed her harder than he had ever claimed a female before, then this need within him would be purged and his bear would be satisfied.

  At least that was what he kept telling himself. The truth was he had never this strong of a desire before, and certainly not one that made him nearly get into fights with other Grizzly members, or have to release the anger in an underground fight. But Diesel didn’t want to think too deeply on it. He just wanted it fuck this female in front of him until they were both sweaty, exhausted, and he passed out with her by his side.

  He moved toward her, wrapped his hand around her throat, and tightened it just marginally. He didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to cut off her oxygen either, but he also wanted her to know who was in charge tonight, and who would be taking control. “You wanted to come here, want me to fuck you, and that is exactly what I’m going to do.” He tilted her head to the side, moved his hand just enough that he could see a swatch of her creamy neck, and leaned in to run his now elongated incisors over the spot. He had always been in control when he had sex, and never let his bear take part in this aspect of his life. But the bastard wanted to taste Maggie, wanted to feel her beneath him, and Diesel knew that if he planned on getting this desire for her out of his system he would need to let his animal take part in this experience, too.