Never Kiss an Outlaw: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love)

by Nicole Snow

  Fuck, fuck. No goddamned time for this shit!

  The other boys were on it by the time I hopped up and fired. Got a better angle, sent lead through another fuck's head, and watched the rest of my crew off a few more of them.

  “It's all clear!” Skin roared, poking his head inside their clubhouse.

  I shuffled in, moving past him, deep into the snake pit. Soon as we got to their bar, a big train of screams came rushing toward us. We held our guns up.

  My finger eased off the trigger when we saw the women coming.

  “Hold it!” I growled, throwing myself in front of Skin's rifle.

  At least five beat up, dirty looking bitches in nothing but bras and panties went running. They howled all the way out the fire exit, dashing for their lives. Who the fuck could blame 'em?

  Kept my eyes fixed on their slim, bruised bodies the whole way out, making sure Cora wasn't mixed in. No, there wasn't any sign of her.

  Didn't know if that shit made me sick with relief or worry. Right now, my guts did another flip, churning foul at the thought that we'd been working with these sick motherfuckers.

  “Come on.” I walked forward with Skin, creeping toward the hall leading to their rooms. We'd have to clear this shit one at a time.

  We each took a side, kicking in the doors, most of 'em unlocked. Didn't find a damned soul inside, just a whole lotta filth, all over the fucking place.

  Panties and burned out cigarettes. Busted bottles and dildos. Even a couple syringes crunched under our boots, and so did the crinkled snack bags and fuck only knows what else they'd been piling into a garbage heap.

  The Torches and their whores had both checked out. Some dying, and others just fleeing this madhouse for their fucking lives. Brutal satisfaction hummed in my veins, knowing today was the day we'd smother the black flame forever.

  But it didn't count for shit unless I brought my girl home safe. Where the fuck was she?

  I was in the meeting room when I got a hand on my shoulder. I spun around, and saw Skin looking at me, accidentally digging my gun into his chest. Lowered it as soon as he spoke.

  “Back room, brother. Their shit's laid out a lot like ours. There's a bunch of ammo, some guns, old bike parts, and what looks like a door leading down.”

  “Let's move.”

  Fuck. Going down a spider's hole was just about the last thing we needed.

  Too fuckin' bad. I'd smash my way through hell itself to get to Cora, feel her in my arms, get her hot little mouth underneath my lips again.

  Skin stood back, aiming his gun down the hole, as I jerked the doors open. We crouched and headed down the small, winding staircase, careful to listen to any assholes who might be ready to pop out near the bottom.

  Basement was bigger than it looked. Damned thing was dark, shadowy, and had two doors at the end of a hall. One of them was open, and we both heard the noise inside.

  A harsh, low voice. Recognized that shit as Red Beard's Veep, the same bald, horse-faced asshole who I'd almost fucking killed the day they showed up at our garages.

  “Step the fuck away from him, cunt, or I'll blow your fuckin' brains out!” The bastard growled. Cora whimpered.

  “Firefly,” Skin hissed, trying to hold me back, but it was too fucking late.

  I kicked the half-cracked door open and saw the asshole with his gun on her head. I'd never aimed so carefully in my life. My nine went up with a supernatural calm and the fucker, Sharp, barely had a split second to look at me.

  I fired. Cora screamed, ducked, and caught his filthy blood as his brains went out his skull. Bastard toppled to the floor a second later, right next to where the other asshole was twitching, Red Beard himself.

  He'd caught a knife in his back. She finally looked up as we stepped inside, and I saw those beautiful light blue eyes. This time, I swore I'd keep 'em shining forever.

  “You do this?” I asked, coming over to her.

  Asshole Prez twitched on the ground, trying to climb over his fallen brother's dead body, reaching for her like something out of a fuckin' horror movie. Cora moved back, threw herself into me, clutching my arm.

  “Yeah,” she said, gathering her breath. “Finish him, Firefly. Please.”

  “Fuck!” Red Beard screamed when Skin put his boot down on his grotesque body, and pressed down hard. “You fucks are gonna die for this shit. Gonna kill every last one of you, skin that fucking tease alive.”

  I looked at my brother, and Skin nodded. Taking Cora's hand, I led her over to him, stepping past the trash cringing on the floor. Bastard didn't know we'd probably killed his whole fucking crew by now, but he would in just a few more seconds.

  “Babe, wait with Skin outside. This'll only take a minute or two.” I leaned in, gave her a quick, hard kiss, and then pushed her gently into my brother's arms. He led her out, looking back over his shoulder.

  “Make it quick. Gotta make sure everything's locked down upstairs so we can all get the hell outta here.”

  Boy was right. I saw Cora looking at me one more time, a thin, tortured smile on her face as I closed the half-busted door as best as I could.

  I had about ten seconds to think up the most gruesome torture I could to flay this fucking demon alive. Good thing I had a lot of experience underneath my belt.

  “You're dead, asshole, fucker, king shit,” Red Beard snarled, wide eyed and staring up at me, the wicked energy leaving his body a little more by the second.

  “Whatever.” I crouched next to him, ripped the knife out of his back, and looked at it for a second while I held my own blade in my other hand.

  Bastard managed one more scream while I rubbed the blades together, sharpening them real good, and then laid into him.

  * * * *

  When it was all over, I had blood all over me. I stepped outside and took Cora from Skin, pulled her tight, and kissed her with all my might.

  Finally, all the bullshit was over. We were both a mess. Tired, sick, and exhausted as hell from the adrenaline burn still raging in our veins.

  Fuck if it stopped me from pushing my tongue against hers, reminding my girl who owned every inch of her. Fuck if anything would ever stop me from showing her, every single day, 'til we were both ashes and dust.

  Skin's burner phone sputtered. Heard him talking to one of the boys upstairs while we kissed. I didn't move a damned muscle 'til he walked up, pushed himself between us, and slung his rifle over his shoulder.

  “Gotta move. Dust says the place is cleaned up, and he wants us to get the fuck outta here before half the Atlanta PD surrounds this shithole.”

  No argument. I picked up Cora, slung her arms over my neck, and carried her upstairs, pressing her face tight into my chest so she wouldn't have to look at this graveyard a second time.

  “You know how much I love you, right?” she whimpered, looking at me with those half-closed lids that made me want to shove her against the nearest wall and fuck her brains out.

  Even in this fucked up war zone, the woman was beautiful. Perfection. So glorious my dick throbbed harder than my trigger finger, smelling smoke and blood.

  “Yeah,” I growled back, pushing my forehead against hers as we made our way to the street, where the rest of the boys were gathered. “Love you too, baby girl. Love you 'til the day I die, and that ain't today. We've got a long fuckin' way to go before they ever put me to rest. You're coming along for the whole ride. No ifs, ands, or bullshit allowed.”

  * * * *

  It was a long, hard journey home from Atlanta. The crew was drained, quietly grateful nobody had been killed or seriously fucked over in the battle.

  The Torches were good, and they fought tooth and nail to their deaths. We were better.

  I drove on with Cora draped around me, careful going around every bend. Knew her strength wasn't up to peak, and there was no fucking way I'd risk losing her on my bike.

  Atlanta disappeared quickly in a dash of smoke and sirens. Darkness and a few shortcuts Joker remembered from old trips through
the city saved us from running smack into the cops.

  Wouldn't be long before the big brawl in the dead industrial district hit the news. With any luck, no smartass detective would ever know the Pistols had put those fuckers down.

  We'd scattered old, torn cuts and guns we'd pulled off the Deads in previous battles across the ruined clubhouse. Framed our enemies with our other enemies. We also had to keep our eyes peeled for those assholes all the way through Georgia, knowing this was their territory. They'd probably already heard about the Torches being smoked out, and they'd be moving in to pick up the pieces.

  Someday, we'd be back to settle the score with their sick club, but we had a long ass road to ruling more of Dixie than the cool Tennessee mountains.

  Drive on. Get her home, you bastard. Club biz almost ate your ass alive today.

  For once, I shut up and listened to that shit rolling around in my skull. In just a few more hours, I'd have her at Hannah's place. And when we got the all clear, we'd finally be rolling back to our apartment, this time for good.

  * * * *

  Dust and the boys waved as we broke away on the highway. Prez or Joker would be busting my balls to show up early for debriefing tomorrow, but the rest of the night was ours.

  Twenty minutes later, we rolled up the long driveway to my sis' place, and I parked my shit in the back, taking the door.

  My girl was barely holding on, fighting sleep with everything she had by the time I pulled her off. She hung limp in my arms, soft and warm. Cradled her against my chest as I worked the lock, brought her inside, and carried her upstairs.

  She didn't say shit 'til I walked into the giant guestroom, refusing to put her down on the bed. Just carried her sweet ass straight into the huge bathroom, sat her near the tub, and started pulling her clothes off.

  “Firefly, no. I'm tired. I'm going to go nuts if you don't put me down and tuck me in!”

  “Patience, babe. You've been through a fuck of a lot. You're not going anywhere, much less to sleep, 'til I've got you cleaned up and put some water in your system. Get the fuck in the tub.”

  Groaning, she finished tugging off her clothes and obeyed, while I reached into the cabinet near the sink and pulled out some bottled water.

  Seeing her naked and dirty did something mad to these bones. I wanted to take her, push between her legs, rule every sweet fucking inch of her I'd been denied for a couple days.

  Everything I thought I'd lost for good.

  “Drink, babe,” I ordered, watching her curl up as I ran the water.

  She took the bottle and sipped like a damned bird, taking it a little faster as I ran my fingers through her hair. “Fuck, there's nothing on this planet that'll ever stop my dick from twitching every time I look at you.”

  I reached for a washcloth and rubbed it across her back, soaping her up, trying my damnedest not to jump into the tub after everything she'd been through. The girl needed rest – even if that was the last thing on this earth my cock wanted to give her just then.

  “I can think of a few things,” she said, smiling and craning her body into my hands. I let the rag slip into the water and rubbed her with my bare hands, loving every damned inch of her.

  “Yeah, and we beat 'em all, babe. Knocked 'em into the fucking ground. It's just you and me. No more bullshit. We've got a bright future ahead.”

  She gave me a long, tense look, like she had something heavy on her mind. “We do.”

  My hands moved lower, cleaning her good, stopping for just a second to rub between her legs. She was hot. Wet. And it wasn't just the damned bath.

  My fingers found her clit and pinched around it. She closed her eyes and moaned, her whole body shuddering.

  Fuck, I wanted her. We'd both been through the wringer.

  I couldn't fuck her yet, not unless she opened those pearly blues and gave me that look.

  Next thing I knew, it happened. She pursed her lips, suppressing a wider smile than the one creeping across her face. “Come join me in here,” she purred.

  “You're tired, babe. You gotta rest. My dick's a greedy motherfucker, but I've got him on a tight leash tonight. Seriously.”

  “I didn't ask.” She winked. “You know what I need.”

  Yeah, I did. Fuck, yeah.

  Never dropped my pants and ripped off the rest of my clothes so fast in my life. I slid into the water, pushing between her legs. She started moaning the second I pushed into her.

  We fucked hot. Messy. Hard.

  I took her like a storm, not even giving a damn about the droplets flying all around us. My hips drove into hers, crashing into her, taking everything I cared about.

  “You're wearing my ring next, woman,” I told her, pulling her face into mine for a kiss. “Say you'll fucking marry me, Cora. Say it. I need to hear that shit from your own lips before I shoot my come inside you.”

  My hips rolled harder. I fucked her 'til she was speechless, her lips open, her eyes rolling back. Reached down between her legs, flicking the hell out of her clit, before I slowed my strokes down to a mad tease.

  “Oh, God!” she groaned.

  “Say it, girl,” I growled, echoing the only thing on my mind except for the fire, roaring in my balls.

  Just. Fucking. Say. It.

  “Yes!” she whimpered, right before I took her mouth with mine, digging my teeth into her bottom lip. “Yes, yes, yes, Firefly!”

  Those words tasted sweeter than whiskey on my tongue.

  They were all I needed to hear before my hips went into overdrive. I fucked her so fast, so hard, so furious I thought we'd crack the damned tub.

  Water churned around us, and her legs wrapped around mine. Her whole fucking body begged for sweet mercy before I lost it, and she took it in spades.

  She tensed up, broke the kiss, and screamed, convulsing on my dick. I shot my load deep, harder than I'd ever come in my life, growling the entire time.

  * * * *

  We got into bed and slept off our hellacious hangover. Prez rang my burner phone half a dozen times while I drifted in and out, laying on the huge bed, holding her tighter than any man oughta be able to keep a woman close in his sleep.

  Ignored that shit every time. I'd already done my part for the club. The brothers could wait 'til after I slept off the ruthless fuckery of the last few days, right next to my girl, my wife, where I belonged.

  Sometime around noon, I opened my eyes without feeling like the sunlight trickling in would set my fucking eyes on fire.

  The little minx had slipped outta bed at some point during the morning. Cora sat in the chair by the window, tea and toast in her hand, blonde locks and blue eyes shining.

  Great fuckin' sight first thing in the morning. Only one I wanted to see for the rest of my days. My dick ached like it was gonna fuck its way straight off my body to get to her.

  I rolled outta bed, stood up, and watched her smile.

  “Hey, old man,” she purred, waving at the little tray on the stand.

  I walked over and took the chair next to her, grabbing for the coffee thermos and the cup she'd brought up for me. “Helluva morning, ain't it, babe?”

  “Yeah,” she said, reaching over to squeeze my arm as I took my first slug of coffee. “It's great, now that you're here, and we're safe.”

  I leaned up, shoving the curtains aside. We both watched the sun piercing through the thick clouds hanging over the mountains. The Smokies towered around us, green and alive as ever, like God himself had reached down and painted the landscape something beautiful.

  It was gonna be summer soon. Already felt like it. I took another long pull of my coffee, twining her fingers with mine, giving her hand a possessive squeeze.

  “Gotta make a run to the clubhouse today. The boys'll keep busting my balls if I don't. You come with, and then maybe we'll drop by the Heel to figure out when Meg wants you back at work.”

  “I've been thinking about that,” she said, still wearing the same tense, loving smile.

  Goddamn, I wante
d to bite those lips. Even when she looked at me like no woman ever had, the looks that went straight through my chest, I still wanted to rule her like a fuckin' Neanderthal.

  “Yeah? Thinking about what, darlin'?”

  “The future. I'll stay on with the Heel until we get a little more established, bring in some extra dough...but I'm not sure about doing it forever.”

  My hand cut through the air. “Bullshit. Club's really building up it's business. You wanna go off and do something else, you just say the word.”

  “No. I need experience, Huck,” she said, clinking her cup down on the tray. Hearing my real name got my attention, temporarily numbing the need to fuck her senseless. “I want to make my own way. Up until now, there's always been something in the way. Daddy's demands, the club, everything we just went through...God!”

  She pinched her eyes shut, remembering all the bullshit. That look on her face made me wanna bring the Torches back to life just to kill their asses dead again.

  “Babe, no, it's gonna be okay. You said it yourself – we're all about the future now,” I growled, standing up. I reached down, jerked her out of her chair, and then took her back to my seat, plopping my woman in my lap where she belonged. “Listen to me. We've got money. I'll never be as rich as my fucking sis here, but I'm not into this fancy horseshit anyway. I've got plenty to help you do whatever the hell you want. Plenty for us to start a life as man and wife.”

  She smiled, blinking back fresh tears. I pushed my lips down on hers before that shit fell, making her burn. She wasn't crying anymore if I had anything to say about it.

  “You're a good man. I'm sorry it took me so long to see it.”

  “No, I ain't, Cora.” I looked at her, cupping her chin in my fingers, tilting her face to mine. “I'm an outlaw. I'm a bastard. I'm good to you and my brothers. That's the only world where I'm ever gonna fit, the only one I'll ever fuckin' need. Sky's the limit for you, for us. That's where I'm all in. Everybody else, everything else – it can all get fucked.”

  “I want to teach again someday,” she said. “Maybe figure out something I can do in business education. I know we've got money, Firefly, but I need experience. I need to learn more from Meg, about how to manage a company, so one day I won't screw it up when I've got my own.”