Never Kiss an Outlaw(25)

Today, it made him feel alive, just about the only thing that ever brought a spark to his eyes and adrenaline into his blood.

Bastard was right about one thing – every man wearing this patch was reckless in one way or another. Up until today, I'd have sworn he was the only fucker here who was certifiably insane.

But as I headed for the weight room we'd set up for a workout, I had to wonder. Veep's words made too much sense. And that made me want to kick holes in the wall.

My brain, my body, my whole fucking system couldn't un-see it. All my weaknesses, the chinks in the armor I'd forged for more than a decade in the trenches.#p#分页标题#e#

Shit stuck to my head, and wouldn't fucking leave. Not even when I had my shirt off thirty minutes later, finishing my tenth set of reps with a couple hundred pounds hanging over my head, sweat pouring down me in rivulets.

The girl was fucking me as bad as I wanted to fuck her – maybe worse.

I told myself I'd be done with it as soon as I finally had her. Shoving my cock in the pink and feeling them shake and scream always cured me before. Soon as my seed was dumped and the fire in my nerves got doused, I moved on, never looking back.

Same damned thing had to happen here. Even if she carried a little more risk because the Prez was soft on her outta some bullshit obligation I didn't understand.

I'd own her, dump her, and move the hell on.

Fuck, I had to.

If I started feeling more for this woman than just the urge to lose myself in her tight, untamed cunt, then all the crazy shit Joker warned about was on the table. And if it got to that point, I had an ugly feeling I'd wind up even crazier than him, blind to everything I'd ever worked for by pussy doing its voodoo magic.

“Goddamn.” I sat up and swore.

Lifting usually calmed my ass down, but today, it wasn't doing shit. I toweled off and fought the urge to rush the punching bag, sweat myself stupid 'til I passed out by throwing punch after punch at the sleek, black leather.

I settled for five more reps, increasing the weight 'til it took my whole body to stop my biceps from popping outta my skin. I grit my teeth 'til they nearly shattered and counted out each blinding, heavy load I pressed.

One. That was for the first day I saw her, the wounded little dove, sexy and sassy on the darkest day of her life.

Two, three. That was forgetting to wash my pillows, breathing in her scent all night, and waking up with my dick so swollen and hard I could've used it to bust concrete.

Four. That was for threatening to spank her, imaging how she'd squirm, scream, and squeak when my palm crashed against her skin. She'd probably come when I tanned her ass without me even touching her clit, and then I'd lose my fucking load in my pants. Fuck.

Five. Those goo-goo eyes she made at me last night, when I gave her the apartment. Couldn't stop imagining those ocean blue eyes staring up at me while her lips were wrapped around my cock, sucking me off like she needed my seed in her belly to stay sane.

“Fuck!” Snarling, I pushed the barbell overhead one more time, barely shoving it back into place before it smashed my ribs.

Every damned muscle in my body died, save one. My hungry, crazy dick stood up in my shorts like a missile ready to fly.

I had to stamp this girl outta my head, sooner or later. There were only two ways to do that – fuck her, or level with her.

Option A would've been a whole lot more fun.

But option B – that evil, boring motherfucker – might be the only thing in the world that'd stop me from bedding her and screwing up my head forever.

I ignored the blood pounding in my dick the whole way through my shower. Then I dressed, stuffed the extra shit in my locker, and got on my bike.

In a couple hours, I'd be picking Cora up and driving her home after another late shift at the Heel. Hadn't heard from her since she'd checked in this morning.

The whole long ride through the Smokies, staring down at Knoxville's lights winking through the night, I swore I'd get this square.

Tonight was the last night Cora fucking Chase was gonna be rattling around in my head like a wet dream I'd had for a thousand years.

Tonight, I'd tell her where the fuck we stood. Then I'd find the nearest bottle of Jack, Johnnie, or Jim and two dirty sluts who'd slobber on me all night.#p#分页标题#e#

I'd drink, fuck, and burn her outta my head forever.



“Trish, Velvet, Cream – you're all up! Three girl act. Move your asses.” The light caught Cora's blonde hair something beautiful as she clapped her hands.

She slapped her palms together in a steady, loud clamor 'til the dancers moved. Their heels clicked across the floor. If they grumbled, they kept that shit to themselves, high tailing it through the curtain to the stage, where a rush of horny catcalls greeted 'em.