Never Have an Outlaw's Baby: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (26 page)

I was fixing Alex in his kiddie seat, Bingo wedged in next to him, when I felt my man's palm glide against my ass.

I jumped, my teeth digging into my lip, savoring the delicious tingle.

“What's that for?” I asked, turning around, running my hands up over his shoulders. His stubble hadn't ever felt this good, or maybe I'd just never been so horny in my entire life.

“Last part of the vows I couldn't say out in the open.”

Smirking, I folded my arms, looking him up and down. “Yeah? You're telling me Jackson Taylor has limits to what he'll do in public?”

“Whatever. Sure, babe, if you wanna put it like that. Smacking your sweet ass is only the first word of them vows. Once I start, I don't fuckin' stop, and you know it. You're about to find out what I'm all about when I talk about forever.”

Growling, he reached around, pushed his fingers through my hair, and kissed me. I leaned against the truck, moaning, wishing I could rip this stupid wedding dress off right here.

It served its purpose earlier in the evening. But now it was just annoying, a wall between me, him, and that bulge he pushed hard between my legs.

Shit.
I wanted to take him, all of him, and soon.

“Christ. You're really serious, aren't you?”

He looked at me, his eyes narrow. “Babe, you know it. Get in the fuckin' truck.”

* * *

B
eautiful didn't begin
to describe the cabin. It was decked out in rustic splendor with a full bar, a bear skin rug on the floor, and a grill on a tall deck reaching for the woods, overlooking a Smoky Mountain stream below.

All ours for the next week.

We put Alex down for a nap and let Bingo out into the fenced in area to catch the sweet breeze.

I leaned down to kiss the sleeping little boy, still marveling at the son we'd created. Joker came up behind me, pressed his big, thick hands around my waist, and squeezed.

Then my attention belonged to somebody else, and so did I.

“Come on, babe. Can't wait any fuckin' longer.”

Smiling, I turned. His lips caught mine without waiting another second.

Instant pleasure. Explosive, sizzling, raw, and electric.

Somewhere in the middle of that kiss, I ran out of words to describe it. It overwhelmed me, and so did his hands, running up and down my body.

Growling, Joker pulled me in, hiking me up over his shoulder while I wrapped my hands around his neck.

We went straight to the bedroom. Before he threw me down on the bed, he grabbed my thigh, sinking his fingers in while our lips collided in yet another hungry kiss.

Fuck,
this man. This body. This handsome, broken bastard I'd achingly put back together, piece by piece.

He probably didn't know it, but he'd done the same for me. Months ago, I'd lost everything. He'd given it back, more than I ever dared to imagine.

For now, he gave me something else. I hit the mattress hard, thanking my lucky stars it was comfortable.

“Careful, careful! This dress is just a rental and –“

Rrrrrrrrip.
When I turned my head, one strap was hanging, and the other came off. His crazy hands sank underneath the fabric and sheared me like a bear ripping curtains.

He looked up with a wicked smirk on his face. “Babe, I'm sitting pretty with the club getting richer and those fuckin' medical bills paid. I'd lay down a million right now to get you naked.”

How the hell could I argue with that? The raw, greedy tingle in my pussy wouldn't let me think about it.

I kicked my legs, lifting my butt up in the air when he moved lower, taking away the tatters of my poor wedding dress. At least it would live on in the photographs, a thousand angles captured by the prospects.

“We shouldn't be too loud. Alex just went down a couple minutes ago and we've only got one wall between us. Joker, I –“

His hand went over my mouth. Slowly, he snaked his head up across my cleavage, pouring hot breath as he went, before his lips stopped next to my ear.

“Everything coming outta your mouth's mine tonight, baby girl. Nobody else's. You worry too fuckin' much. It's our wedding night.”

As soon as his hand eased up, his lips were on me again. This time, I surrendered.

He was right. He was gorgeous. And Jesus, he tasted good.

My hands went around his neck, my fingernails gingerly catching the edge of his cut. He kissed me harder, growling into my mouth, overpowering the moan seeping out of me.

Pressing one hand between my legs, his fingers lifted underneath the waistband to my panties. He cupped my mound, squeezed, and I nearly lost it on the spot.

“Oh, God! Jackson!” I sputtered.

“Fuck, yeah. Give it up for me, Missus Taylor.”

Holy shit.
Missus Taylor.

Hearing him whisper my new last name through sheer lust lit my brain on fire.

The next couple minutes were a blur as he kissed me, teased my clit with his thumb, so long and hard I couldn't help but grind against it.

“Fuck my fingers. You get this tongue when I know you really want it.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Please!”

“Not good enough, Summertime. Make. Me. Believe.” His dense, hazel eyes drilled through mine. “I can't hear you, girl. I'm deaf, or you ain't begging hard enough.”

Oh, hell.

I twisted against him, biting my lip when he pushed my hips back, every time I tried to buck back against him a little tighter. Snarling, he grabbed my hands, twisted them above my head, and pinned them down.

The delicious torture must've went on for at least a solid minute before I started to tremble, moaning all the way.

His lips covered mine. His tongue pushed through, taking mine, taking me over.

PROPERTY OF JOKER, my new tattoo said. I finally felt it, all the way down to my very soul, just kissing, teasing, and surrendering to the beast on top of me.

When he'd finally had enough, he stood up, lifting away my panties with a final jerk of his hand. “Stand up,” he growled, taking my hands and placing them on him.

He moved my fingers, helping me undress him. Withering need coursed through me. I had to press my thighs together while he held me by the wrist, smiling as I helped him out of his cut, his shirt, and then his jeans.

Boxers went down. His cock sprang out in my hand. Angry, pulsing, and alive.

Two could play at this teasing game. I wrapped my fingers around it, barely edging the tip of his cock with my tongue.

“Fuck, yeah, yeah,” he growled, looking down when he felt me stop. “What the fuck?”

“Make me believe you want it,” I said, smiling sweetly. I kissed the head for good measure, my lips passing right across the stud in his swollen tip.

“Suck it, babe. I want my fuckin' wedding present, and I want it
now.
Not gonna ask again.”

“No?” I said, keeping my lips away this time, blowing hot air across his swollen shaft. “Not even one more time?”

It twitched in my hand, tempting me so much, but still I held back. I loved it when he got mad.

Loved it, because it was a one way ticket to getting fucked twice as hard.

He lasted about five brutal seconds. Then Joker grabbed my hair, fisted it, and shoved my face down on his cock. I opened wide, taking every inch of him, pulling him along my tongue.

I moaned. I sucked. I worked his cock like my life depended on it, or at least my next orgasm.

His next few growls were pure satisfaction. His fingers tugged a little tighter as his pleasure built, twining my hair together in tiny knots.

Perfect, really. It mirrored everything I felt inside.

Every ache and need and want wrapped up in this man. My badass, my husband, my savior.

“Fucking shit,” he swore, jamming my mouth down harder on his dick.

I sucked him better still, tasting the salty pre-come oozing out along my tongue. It always brought me a strange satisfaction, wherever it ended up inside me.

I doubted he'd let me take it down my throat, though. And I was right.

“No, no, fuck no,” he said, jerking my face off him by the hair. “Stand up, Summertime. You know the rules.”

“Do I?” I asked, taking his hands. He violently jerked me up, spun me around, and pushed me past the bed.

He didn't say anything until I was against the wall, his swollen cock against my ass cheeks, kissing at my neck. “Yeah, you fuckin' do,” he growled, nipping at my sensitive skin. “Your mouth, your ass, your tits don't get my come 'til you're knocked up again. I'm spilling every drop I got in that hot little cunt, poundin' it straight to your womb. Alex needs a little bro, a little sis, maybe fuckin' triplets.”

Fuck!
I moaned loudly, enough to get his hand across my lips.

He moved it down when I'd stopped making noise, cupping my breast, sinking to his knees. His free hand pulled my pussy open from behind, stretching its lips, making way for his hungry tongue.

Oh, Joker. Oh, Jackson. Oh, shit, shit, shit.

My knees began trembling as soon as he started to lick. His tongue fucked me, straight up, edging along the most sensitive spots he'd be taking with his cock next.

He held me up, just enough so I could rest on his face, closing my eyes. I reached out behind me, clawing for his shoulders, losing it while I fell into total bliss.

He growled through his licks, pulling my clit into his mouth, strumming it with his tongue like never before.

Countdown.

Ignition.

Launch.

I went off like a rocket.
He
brought me off, so hot and intense and cataclysmic that I'd never come like that in my life.

I barely held in my screams. Joker wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me against his mouth, savaging me with ecstasy through the next few mind blowing minutes.

When it was over, I was still shaking, dripping on the floor. He licked and kissed softly at my inner thigh, rising up, bringing more kisses up my back.

When he was standing again, his hands tightened around my waist. Touching his hot, slick lips against my ear, he leaned in and whispered.

“I'm gonna fuck you now, babe. Gonna take your body the same fuckin' way I did that summer night, without even knowing it. Except this time we know exactly what we're working for,” he growled, reaching for my clit again, and digging his knuckle in against it.

“Yes, please, please,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Jackson. Give me another baby.”

His throat rumbled more thunder as he brought the tip of his cock against my opening, rubbing it, but not yet slipping in.

“I'm fucking you ten times harder than the first time I knocked you up,” he said, pausing to flatten harder kisses against my throat, pulling at my hair. “We're fuckin', night and day, and we ain't stopping 'til I see you stretch with my seed. We're fuckin', hard and slow, hot and cold, like demons and like lovers. Whatever the fuck it takes to make you mine again, inside and out.
Mine forever.
”

No more talk. I couldn't take another word, pushing my ass back against him, moaning and pleading all at once.

He must've lost it too. Lost his patience, straight in the stormy need to bury his cock in me.

Finally, he pushed into me, gliding up, deep inside my unprotected pussy.

I'd been off the pill for about two weeks before the big day.

We'd talked about it, and decided I should do this sooner, rather than later, before I got too far into work at the bar.

He'd given me a new life, here in Tennessee. He'd given me a ring. I'd give him a baby in return, deepening our bond, giving our son a new sibling to play with.

Family. That was everything now. He talked about it every week, and showed it whenever we visited his grandpa in the nursing home.

Today, he made me feel it in a different way. His hips pulled back slowly, like a gun cocking, before they crashed against mine again.

He filled me. Fucked me. Sped into me like a man feeding a furnace to stave off the cold, anything to build our future, stroke by growling stroke.

My pussy burned, ached, tightening around his cock. My whole body knew what was coming, nipples hard as diamonds.

I squealed two or three times before his hand clapped across my mouth. My teeth sank into his finger, hard and wild, before losing it in my first climax full of my husband's cock.

He fucked me harder, straight through the shuddering, the moaning, his free hand flicking furiously at my clit. My pussy tightened around his cock so hard I wasn't sure how he didn't lose it.

Every muscle in my body wanted to squeeze him, milk him, take him so fucking deep we lost ourselves in that wet, fiery, animal pleasure.

I was panting by the time I came out of it, sucking in desperate breaths. I'd need the oxygen, too, because he wasn't done.

Not even close.

Growling louder, he pushed me against the wall. Joker's hips moved, fucking me faster and harder than before.

Everything synchronized. Our thrusts, our pulses, even the sound of our ragged breath. We hadn't bothered to turn on the fan since we stepped inside, and it was shaping up to be a hot summer night.

Sweat poured off him in rivulets. My pores oozed more down my back. Our fluids mixed inside and out. I was a dripping mess with tangled hair, a far cry from the blushing bride I'd been just a few hours earlier, and damn if I cared.