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

“It's done,” I grunted, staring into my beer. “So's digging my grave deeper. I'm gonna tell you, Rabid, and nobody else. You've been a real brother to me.”


Rabid's eyebrows went up. He leaned in close for me to whisper.

“In a week or so, I'm taking the girls north. They're getting the fuck away from this shit in case I can't. I'm not gonna let my old lady and the kid be a slave to this fucked up club.”

Rabid peeled away, rocking back. His eyes were wide as he picked up his beer and gulped the last two-thirds, slamming the glass on the counter when he was done.

“Christ, brother. Shit.” He shook his head. “You really think that's wise when Fang was practically calling you a rat to your face?”

“Got no choice. I'm a natural target. I tried to vote him out and my sis is married to the * Prez in Montana. If Fang's gonna string me up and rip my throat out, I'm not gonna leave my girl defenseless. They've gotta get away from all this.”

Rabid cocked his head. “Shit, bro. You're really into this chick, aren't you?”

I nodded. No point in hiding it, and I didn't fucking want to.

“She's warming to me, Rabid. I intend to keep it that way. Sure, I claimed her to keep her alive at first...but now? There's something there. Something real fucking nice. She's becoming the stuff an old lady's made of.”

Rabid smiled. He slapped my shoulder in a way that surprised me. The man who likes his girls steady, hot, and plentiful actually understood, and it surprised the shit outta me.

“I got your back, Brass. If you need to get away from all this shit...just get up and go...I'm not gonna stand in your way. Won't help anybody who does neither. You're a true brother.”

I didn't say a word. Just finished my beer, turned to him, and gave a manly hug before taking off.

I wasn't sure if I'd be able to walk outta this clubhouse alive in the coming week. But as long as I had one more day, a couple good men, and my girl behind me, I'd die happy. As long as I got them away from this hell, I'd die like a man, working off the junkie fuckups I still deserved to burn for.

I got in late. The apartment was weirdly quiet, and I had to take a stroll through it to see that I wasn't alone.

“Where's Jackie?” I said, stepping into the bedroom.

Missy was curled up beneath a blanket, reading some shit she'd printed off the old computer. “Christa took her out to the museum. I know, you said no trips out of the apartment...but I figured after last night, that might've changed. She won't talk, Brass. She's really grown on you.”

My head started pounding. I leaned on the woodwork in the door frame and ran my fingers through my hair.

“Fuck, babe. You gotta tell me when you give the okay for shit like this. We're not free and clear yet.”

She sat up, her eyes wide. “Did anybody ask about me today?”

“No. The club was too distracted with other bullshit. I told my number one brother what's coming. He's cool with it.”

Missy nodded. She swung her legs over the bed and stood up, dropping the blanket. Did a double take when I saw she was wearing nothing on the bottom, not even panties underneath her long shirt.

“Shit! And you definitely gotta start telling me about that,” I growled, overwhelmed by the grin creeping across my face.

She stepped right into my embrace. I hugged her close, sweeping my hands down her ass. My cock perked up, ready to fuck both our brains out. Damned if I didn't need it after having Fang's evil eyes all over my mug all evening.

Yeah, baby girl, I thought. A dude can definitely get used to this if it's what an old man can look forward to.

I kissed her, rough as the rage and confusion still swirling around inside me. Fuck, there was a hint of sugar on her lips from this morning. Sugar and spice and everything very fucking nice.

I grabbed her hips and squeezed, grinding her bare * on my jeans. She gasped when she felt my hard-on.

“Brass...”

“What time does Jackie come home?” I asked, digging my fingers into her round ass. God damn. I'd never, ever get tired of it, and I couldn't wait to take her from every angle while she bounced all over my dick.

“Another hour. Maybe two,” she purred, brushing her sweet little lips against mine.

My cock thudded in my pants like a fucking jackhammer. Suddenly, the shitty day was turned on its head, and now I only had one thing to worry about: how many times I was gonna fuck her to the wall before the girl got home.

I was on her like an animal. Picked her up in my arms and flung her down on the bed, tearing off that shirt. Shit, she was missing her bra too, and those pretty pink nipples called to my mouth like sirens.

I fell over her, bracing myself with my hands. She squirmed and giggled as my chin moved down, rough stubble sliding over her throat, not stopping 'til I got her right nip in my mouth.

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