by Snow, Nicole
The cabin was only permanent, fickle, as lovely as it could be. Here, we'd forge a future, in the bedroom and out.
“I know, Skin. Trust me, I do.”
“Yeah, you'd fucking better, beautiful.” He pulled on my hair, twisting me to the side, pointing out the window with the pale gray light streaming in. “Winter's coming soon, sweet babe, and that means you're gonna spend those long, dark nights coming every way I tell you to. We've got to stay warm. We've got to light a fire. And I'm gonna make this town echo with the sounds of my cock making you scream.”
“I love you!” I shouted it just as he spread my legs and pushed inside me.
It wasn't tender. It sounded like a curse on my lips, and it only made his hips piston when he went to work, anchoring his angry tip deep inside me, stroking me in hard, fast, aggressive waves. His balls slapped my pussy harder as he pinned me to the bed.
No surprise, our first fuck here hit harder than lightning. Just like the way I'd fallen for this man. He bent me to him in a flash of fire, heat, insatiable lust.
Whatever spell he'd worked on me today, it was stronger than ever.
He couldn't have fucked me for more than a couple minutes before I felt my pussy tightening again, burning for release, begging me to beg him for what I needed more than anything else.
“Come with me, Skin. Come inside me!” I panted, I moaned, I surrendered as my eyelids fluttered shut.
“Fuck, no. Not 'til I feel your little pussy squeeze this cock like you're losing your mind. You're hot, babe, but you're not burning down yet. I want to fuck a fireball before I let you feel my come.”
Sweat hissed out my pores. He slowed his strokes. I could've turned around and killed him, if only he didn't have me hog-tied with his arms, pinned down like his personal fuck toy.
He stopped me right when I was on the brink. My hips shook. I fought to fuck him back, slam my ass into him, make him lose control until he filled me with his smoldering seed.
“You're a bastard!” I whimpered. “I love you, but I hate you right now. Please let me come. Please.”
“Fuck, yeah, woman, you always knew I was. Lucky for both of us you love it like this, don't you? You love all the new ways I find to make you come harder.”
Bastard. Angel. Old man.
Whatever he was just then, he was absolutely right. I'd never felt so alive as my heart pounded, sending fire through every vein, awakening a need in my body like I'd barely known before.
“You want it harder, don't you?”
Was he serious? Like he couldn't feel the raw ache pouring out of me in every gasp, every buck of my hips, every plea filling every molecule?
“Fuck me!” I grunted through my teeth, practically spitting like a lioness in heat. “Harder!”
“Nah, not yet. You've gotta make me believe you deserve it, babe. I oughta have a damned straitjacket on you to hold you down. I want you to fight for this. Remember it. I want you coming so hard on this cock you never, ever forget our first night together, even when we're both too old and senile to fuck like mad.”
“I will! How could I ever forget, Skin?” His cock sped up, slamming into me, and he pulled on my hair. “How?”
The only answer was in his hips. That was when I knew he was right – I was so wound up, so ready to explore in a shower of ecstasy, that I'd remember this until the day I died.
“Because I just might fuck you so hard you lose your damned mind.”
And he did. One hand tore at my hair, holding me up while his other hand grabbed my ass, all the better to jerk me into him with so much force I knew I'd be sore for days.
This was fucking. This was love.
This was him and I, tangled together on levels I could barely comprehend, thrashing our bodies raw. His cock slammed into me so fast and hard I was sure he'd break, and I didn't fucking care.
Not when the pleasure hit. It throttled me like a nuke going off in my belly.
Slow. Dense. Delicious.
Skin roared when he pushed himself deep one more time, and added his explosion to my clenching, sucking cunt. The hot come I'd learned to crave hurled into me at last.
“Skin! Skin! Skin!”
I came harder than I ever thought possible, screaming his name like a mantra until I couldn't even move my jaw. The whole world froze, locked in this unforgettable instant, this fire so hot it turned to ice.
There was nothing here but me, him, and the flames twirling inside of me. I lost myself in the dizzying pleasure and the sound of his rough grunts, stretching out forever, emptying everything he had inside me.
Or at least getting started.
I knew we weren't finished. Not by half. When this badass told me he was going to fuck me all night, he meant every word. I thanked my lucky stars I'd taken a few days off for the big move.
“Come on, baby. Walk with me.” He jerked me up and pulled me to his chest when we were done, grabbing my old lady jacket off the chair.
I loved the little coat. It had PROPERTY OF SKIN patched on the backside, just like my brand. It made me believe I could be the world's baddest bitch every time I slipped it on, or at least one fit for him, the only man whose opinion mattered anymore.
He wrapped it around my shoulders. He wouldn't let me wear anything else, nor did I want to. Then he led me out to our new porch, stained old world brown, a color that reminded me of my dad's library.
The cool autumn air brushed my legs. He pulled me close to his heat when he felt the first shiver running through my body. I rubbed his arms, remembering how much I loved them.
As if I could ever forget. These were the arms that saved me, loved me, dark and devilish with their inks as they were delightful.
He let me lift his hand to my face and I kissed it. I still wanted to worship every inch of him.
“What're we doing out here?” I asked, as if in a dream.
“Having a moment, babe. Just you and me. I told you before, you're gonna remember tonight for the rest of your damned life.”
It was his turn to take my hand. He pushed it against the bottom pocket. My eyebrows flicked up when I touched the hard little box there. Without another word, he grabbed my hand and pushed it inside, pulling it out a second later with –
“Oh my God.”
The little black box sat neatly in my palm. Amazing how something so small could hold the key to the rest of my life.
“Skin...”
“No, baby. Don't talk. Not yet.” He pushed a stiff finger against my lips.
His other hand circled to the black box in my hand, and he flicked it open. The world's most beautiful gold ring sat there inside it, a tiny silver dagger molded on the loop, with diamond in the middle.
“When I told you I wanted you to remember today forever, it's not because we're moved in. It's not even because we're fucking like wild animals. We've been living together for weeks back at my cabin before we landed this place, and I cherish every damned day with you. But you're gonna remember tonight because it's the night you became my wife. All you've gotta give me is one simple word.” He paused, tense and dramatic. “What do you say, Megan Wilder?”
I could barely think. There wasn't time when it all came rushing out.
“Yes!” I whispered, turning toward him, pushing my lips against his.
At some point we stopped kissing long enough for him to take the ring out and shove it on my finger. Its coolness surrounded my finger, but more importantly, it was right.
“Don't ever forget I loved you before you just made me the happiest outlaw in the whole damned world.” He grinned, gazing into my eyes.
I eyed the scar running down his face and smiled, a beautiful imperfection as beautifully imperfect as all of this.
Fuck perfect. Fuck the man with the trust fund and the job with a suit and tie. Fuck everything I'd thought was grand, what I'd feared had been stolen from me forever by the pimp.
I had the only man I'd ever want right here, the one who'd shown me there was more life on the
back of a motorcycle than a lifetime in a stuffy mansion.
“I'm not sure about that, Skin. I think I can make you a whole lot happier before the night's through.” I reached down, feeling his muscular thighs, rounding my fingers to his cock, hard again and pulsing for attention.
“Fuck, you know I love a challenge, babe. Show me. I already know my old lady gives good head, and now I wanna feel my fiance's tongue on every inch of me.”
Smiling, I dropped to my knees. I worshiped his body all night, the same way I knew I would for the rest of my life.
Alive, loved, and finally free.
I never thought I'd love an outlaw, much less marry one. Now, I couldn't imagine being happy with anything less.
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Outlaw's Kiss: Grizzlies MC Romance
By Nicole Snow
Content copyright © Nicole Snow. All rights reserved.
Published in the United States of America.
First published in December, 2014.
Disclaimer: The following ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is only coincidental.
Description
AN OUTLAW'S KISS SEDUCES, CONQUERS, AND NEVER LIES...
MISSY
The dirty little secret dad left in the basement was supposed to be our salvation. Guess nobody told him you don't take cash from killers without savage consequences.
Now, the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club owns my sister and I. We're only alive because the rugged hulk with the piercing eyes who won't stop ordering me around says so. He saved us, but he's also an enigma I don't understand.
Why does he keep calling me his old lady? Is he really the light to our darkness? And why the hell can't I stop thinking nasty, shameful things about ending up underneath his wicked tattoos and crude lips?
BRASS
I claimed her on impulse, and all my brothers laughed. Didn't know I'd end up with a smoking hot spitfire who looks at me like I'm the devil himself.
I expected my reputation to crack, but my damned mind's going with it. She's got me questioning my own club and asking myself every single day how long I can keep my hands off her.
It was only pretend, a way to keep her safe. But I can't ignore the very real brutality, corruption, and danger stalking us. Just like I can't forget the storm in my blood that won't stop howling 'til she's wearing my brand and bracing for my kiss.
Play time's over. Missy's gonna be my old lady – no more faking it – and nothing's standing in my way...
The Outlaw Love books are stand alone romance novels featuring unique lovers and happy endings. No cliffhangers! This is Brass and Missy's story, first in the Grizzlies MC series.
I: Cursed Bones (Missy)
“It won't be long now,” the nurse said, checking dad's IV bag. “Breathing getting shallower...pulse is slowing...don't worry, girls. He won't feel a thing. That's what the morphine's for.”
I had to squeeze his hand to make sure he wasn't dead yet. Jesus, he was so cold. I swore there was a ten degree difference between dad's fingers in one hand, and my little sister's in the other. I blinked back tears, trying to be brave for Jackie, who watched helplessly, trembling and shaking at my side.
We'd already said our goodbyes. We'd been doing that for the last hour, right before he slipped into unconsciousness for what I guessed was the last time.
I turned to my sister. “It'll be okay. He's going to a better place. No more suffering. The cancer, all the pain...it dies with him. Dad's finally getting better.”
“Missy...” Jackie squeaked, ripping her hand away from me and covering her face.
The nurse gave me a sympathetic look. It took so much effort to push down the lump in my throat without cracking up. I choked on my grief, holding it in, cold and sharp as death looming large.
I threw an arm around my sister, pulling her close. Lying like this was a bitch.
I wasn't really sure what I believed anymore, but I had to say something. Jackie was the one who needed all my support now. Dad's long, painful dying days were about to be over.
Not that it made anything easy. But I was grown up, and I could handle it. Losing him at twenty-one was hard, but if I was fourteen, like the small trembling girl next to me?
“Melissa.” Thin, weak fingers tightened on my wrist with surprising strength.
I jumped, drawing my arm off Jackie, looking at the sick man in the bed. His eyes were wide open and his lips were moving. The sickly sheen on his forehead glowed, one last light before it burned out forever.
“Daddy? What is it?” I leaned in close, wondering if I'd imagined him saying my name.
“Forgive me,” he hissed. “I...I fucked up bad. But I did it for a good reason. I just wish I could've done it different, baby...”
His eyelids fluttered. I squeezed his fingers as tight as I could, moving closer to his gray lips. What the hell was he saying? Was this about Mom again?
She'd been gone for ten years in a car accident, waiting for him on the other side. “Daddy? Hey!”
I grabbed his bony shoulder and gently shook him. He was still there, fighting the black wave pulling him lower, insistent and overpowering.
“It's the only way...I couldn't do it with hard work. Honest work. That never paid shit.” He blinked, running his tongue over his lips. “Just look in the basement, baby. There's a palate...roofing tiles. Everything I ever wanted to leave my girls is there. It was worth it...I promised her I'd do anything for you and Jackie...and I did. I did it, Carol. Our girls are set. I'm ready to burn if I need to...”
Hearing him say mom's name, and then talk about burning? I blinked back tears and shook my head.
What the hell was this? Some kinda death fever making him talk nonsense?
Dad started to slump into the mattress, a harsh rattle in his throat, the tiny splash of color left in his face becoming pale ash. I backed away as the machines howled. The nurse looked at me and nodded. She rushed to his free side, intently watching his heartbeat jerk on the monitor.
The machine released an earsplitting wail as the line went flat.
Jackie completely lost it. I grabbed her tight, holding onto her, turning away until th
e mechanical screaming stopped. I wanted to cover my ears, but I wanted hers closed more.
I held my little sister and rocked her to my chest. We didn't move until the nurse finally touched my shoulder, nudging us into the waiting room outside.
We sat and waited for all the official business of death to finish up. My brain couldn't stop going back to his last words, the best distraction I had to keep my sanity.
What was he talking about? His last words sounded so strange, so sure. So repentant, and that truly frightened me.
I didn't dare get my hopes up, as much as I wanted to believe we wouldn't lose everything and end up living in the car next week. The medical bills snatched up the last few pennies left over from his pension and disability – the same fate waiting for our house as soon as his funeral was done.
Delirious, I thought. His dying wish was for us, hoping and praying we'd be okay. He went out selflessly, just like a good father should.
That was it. Had to be.
He was dying, after all...pumped full of drugs, driven crazy in his last moments. But I couldn't let go of what he said about the basement.
We'd have to scour the house anyway before the state kicked us out. If there was anything more to his words besides crazy talk, we'd find out soon enough, right?
I looked at Jackie, biting my lip. I tried not to hope off a dead man's words. But damn it, I did.
If he'd tucked away some spare cash or some silver to pawn, I wouldn't turn it down. Anything would help us live another day without facing the gaping void left by his brutal end.
My sister was tipped back in her chair, one tissue pressed tight to her eyes. I reached for her hand and squeezed, careful not to set her off all over again.
“We're going to figure this out,” I promised. “Don't worry about anything except mourning him, Jackie. You're not going anywhere. I'm going to do my damnedest to find us a place and pay the bills while you stay in school.”