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

Now all I wanted was right in front of me, and sleeping in the other room.

My brain went rampant with thoughts of breeding this * again. Nah, not today.

We'd wait and do it right, this time, but I wasn't fuckin' waiting long.

I'd take her. Mount her. Own her from the inside out, 'til Alex had a brother or sister to laugh and chase.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she stuttered, perfectly synched to her walls wrapping tighter with every stroke.

She was about to blow. Perfect timing for me to reach down, push between her legs, and thumb her clit like a madman.

Summer's body exploded, raging like a furnace, every muscle twitching underneath me. All her power went straight to her *, convulsing around my cock, desperate to suck every greedy drop from my balls.

I gave it a fuckin' chance. A few more blinding, rough strokes, grunting out my pleasure, and I slammed my hips into hers.

My dick swelled in the middle of her explosion, igniting that charge at the base of my shaft I couldn't hold back for a billion dollars. “Fuck, babe, take it!”

Roaring, I came, pouring it into her, marking my territory. This * got away from me once, but it never would again.

Fucking, pumping, growling like a maniac, I shot my load deep, snarling through the fire rising in my balls. So damned hot it ached.

Halfway through, I was still grinding, holding her against me, practically tearing out her hair. She was screaming, begging, burying her face against the wood. We'd just hashed things out more than words ever could, and we'd be doing it every fuckin' night from here on out.

My come flooded out the slick spaces where we fit together, dripping down her leg. I kept thrusting, my dick moving with a mind of its own, pushing it deeper, soaking it into her very skin.

“Fuck, that felt good,” she whined. Her voice sounded like it was a mile away.

Hadn't realized how intense the blood was howling in my temples 'til I'd finished. “Yeah,” I said, leaving my cock in her, refusing to pull out 'til my body made me.

Shit, the way it was going, I'd probably stay hard enough to fuck her all over again before I took it out. My fist pulled her hair, tilting her face for my lips.

We kissed again, a little softer this time. No less sweet.

Goddamn those lips. Damn, this fuckin' body.

She was a walking, talking, fucking tease, charming my cock like a witch, even when I'd just pumped her full of me. My tongue wagged against hers, owning her mouth, remembering how good it felt all over my cock and balls last night.

We'd fucked around twice in the last forty-eight hours.

Once, I'd walked away, too full of my own shit to deal with the consequences.

Wouldn't be happening a second time. Didn't care how much hell she sent my way.

“We should get cleaned up,” she said, squinting at me with something besides frustration in her eyes for once.

Love? Appreciation? Whatever the hell it was, I liked it.

“No. We're fuckin' one more time, then I'll take you out myself. We're gonna need a few more things to set this place up.”

“Why? I already picked up some extras today.”

“My kid deserves more than having some cheap shit stuffed in my bedroom. He can sleep out here, in something cozier, while we take the bed like a man and woman should.”

She grinned. “Jeez, you're really serious this time, aren't you? About this family thing?”

“Get ready to fuck. A lot, babe,” I told her. “Get ready to wear my brand on your skin. We're burying the hatchet, and I'm taking you for my old lady, so no other stupid fucker ever tries to beat me to the punch. You know I'd kill him, whether he shares my patch or not.”

“Is it bad that I like you when you're jealous?”

“Whatever makes you scream, Summertime,” I said, smashing my lips down on hers.

Then I started to move my cock inside her again, bringing it fully back to life. We fucked slower the second time, taking a few more minutes to savor every bit of shock and awe. Didn't stop us from coming just as hard.



*

I stayed up half the night, putting all the new kiddie shit together. Bingo watched from the side, the big dog's tongue hanging out. We'd rode into the big box store in Knoxville without a hitch, our first real shopping trip as a family. Alex looked around excitedly in the cart, laughing when we took him down the toy aisle, and zonked out the whole way home.

Fuck, what the hell was happening? Was this real life?

I'd gotten the boy a new play pen fit for sleeping, twice as comfy as the one she'd picked up. We'd donate the old one to somebody who needed it through the club's charity drives.

Sometime after midnight, Summer came padding in, fresh from lulling our boy back to sleep with a new story. She stopped next to me, scratching Bingo's ear, wearing nothing except that tank top and a pair of pink panties I wanted to rip off with my teeth.