Hard, deep, and long. I wanted to fuck her so damned hard she'd forget the first time. This was a night to remember, the most important one of our lives, and I'd spend the next few hours shaking every curve so hard she'd weep from the pleasure.
“All right, kids, that's enough!” Dust snarled, standing up. “You've both got twenty-four hours to change your minds before I announce this to the rest of the boys. Skin, you'd better bring her home with your brand inked in her skin, or I'll tear your damned ears off for leading everybody on. You, girl, make up your mind for good after tonight. Now, kindly get yourselves a room, and get the fuck out of my sight.”
We stepped out and I closed the door, a split second before I grabbed her and threw her against the wall. We picked up right where we left off, out in the hallway, our lips dancing a desperate tango.
Tango? Fuck that. I'd never been much for dancing.
I shoved my tongue in her mouth, found hers, and dominated it. I pulled at my baby's bottom lip 'til I heard her whimper. Her breasts pushed into me, her nipples hard underneath all the fabric, and I stole the breath from her lungs.
My hips hooked to hers and I pushed. Hard. I wanted her to feel how hard and ready I was for her, how bad I wanted – no, needed – to fuck her.
Getting her branded was just the first step. Taking control and owning her, well, that was deadly simple, and also a helluva lot more fun.
“Come on. We've got one more stop to make before we can get the fuck outta here.”
“Huh?” She stopped and smiled, her eyes questioning mine. “You mean there's somewhere else we can go besides your room?”
“Yeah, there's a place not far from here, a family place I've had forever. It's a nice night, and not too cold.” I inwardly snorted, deciding not to bother dancing around this shit anymore. I leaned in close and hissed fire in her ear. “Obviously, I don't give a shit about the southern wind. This place doesn't have much for heat, but I'll make you burn between the sheets. You're mine, Meg, and that means I'm gonna spend every spare second fucking you senseless. I'm not stopping 'til you're soaked like a sauna, not 'til your sweet cunt's massaged my dick dry half a dozen times or more.”
“Oh, God.” Her eyes fluttered shut as my hand grabbed her thigh and squeezed.
Fuck if I could take a second more. Grabbing her again, I led her to the bar, praying Firefly would still be there, maybe a little more sober now that he'd gotten in his fun for the night.
I found him with Blondie's head on his lap, a beer in his hand, staring lazily at an old Western playing on the flat screen without any sound.
“Aw, shit.” He took one look at Meg and stubbed out his smoke in the ashtray. “Your little toy's back? Did she bring the Prez the cash, or what?”
“You'll find out tomorrow, brother. All the club's business has been taken care of. Every man wearing this patch is gonna be pretty fucking happy, let me tell you.” I walked closer, tugging Meg with me, who'd suddenly gone shy in my grip. “Keep the bullshit on your tongue. If I hear you call her a toy, a whore, or a stray again, I'll put my fist in your face, and I don't give a single fuck if you know it's coming. I need ink, Firefly, if you're not too fucked up to draw. She's mine, brother, and I want my brand on her tonight.”
His jaw dropped. “No fucking way. Skin, the human calculator with a porno fix, settling down?”
He shook his head once, twice, three times. I nodded, coldly, staring him down. Why the fuck did everything take so long around here?
Finally, it must've sunk in. Firefly leaped up from the bar and caused his girl to jerk up awkwardly, losing her headrest.
“Congratulations, brother. I'm done giving you shit.” His big arms held us both, crushed us to his massive chest. “Let's get this woman inked up. It's about time this club had some good news.”
Amen to that.
Meg watched me nervously from the padded chair. She'd chosen to take my brand on her shoulder, a perfect place for me to see it whenever I told her to wear something loose in the warmer weather. Better still when we were naked and I mounted her from behind.
I'd watch my brand appearing on her skin like a damned target, all the encouragement I needed to fuck her harder, mark her from the inside out. My balls churned, aching to unload inside her, watching as Firefly kept her arm pinned down with one hand, and used the other to scrawl the design we'd picked out with the ink gun.
“You're doing so good, baby. This is the last pain you're ever gonna feel for me. I promise.” I grabbed her free hand and laced my fingers through hers.
I couldn't tell if she wanted to laugh or cry. Her whole face twitched, on the verge of going to pieces.
Her smile said everything I needed to know.