Never Kiss an Outlaw(33)

No! You've hurt him enough. Please hold back, Firefly. For me.

I couldn't find the strength to say the words. So, I thought them, and hoped he'd understand, if only I touched him the right way.

With a growl, he nodded. Meg's shoe hit the ground with a resounding whack, and we both looked at her.

“God. Damn. It!” She furiously tapped her phone, eyeballing us every other second. “I'm going to have to let Skin know. It won't be easy talking our way out of this one, if this man decides to press charges, or does something worse.”

On the ground, Tony groaned, rolling into a fetal position. Firefly crouched, gave him a slap across the face, and looked dead into his eyes.

“You hear the woman, asshole? Huh?” He wrapped his fingers around the asshole's neck, and didn't let up until Tony nodded. “Good. I'll tell you exactly what's gonna happen here. We'll have you hauled off breathing in a little bit. You'll have some down time and some big fucking bills for me busting you up. I swear to Christ, you'll smile at every one of 'em, without so much as a peep about how you can't handle it. You're never stepping foot in this club again, motherfucker. If you so much as see an attorney for a free consult, you will see me again. I'll finish everything we started tonight. And you'll lose your chances to drink another fuckin' drop of booze when I cut your tongue out, or jack that worthless little stump between your legs when my blade takes it off, too.”

Firefly reached near his belt. In a flash, his switchblade came out. He held it firm, cold, and menacing against the drunkard's throat.

“We got an understanding? Tell me now. I need to know, before the medics our girl's calling make their way here. Hurry the fuck up!”

Tony nodded, vigorously, his eyes bulging. I'd never seen panic dancing so wildly in anyone's eyes before. Not since daddy, but this time there was no sympathy. No mercy.

Satisfied, Firefly put the knife away, and stood up, giving the beaten animal on the ground one more look of utter contempt.#p#分页标题#e#

“Best fucking timing in the whole damned world. Showed up a little early to pick you up, trying to smooth things over.”

I nodded, and walked with him past Meg. They ushered us away with a furious wave, desperate to get us out of there so she could handle the backstage mess we'd left her.

It wasn't until we were outside that I noticed I still had my arm linked tight with Firefly's. He'd saved me for the second time. All the worries and fears I'd had just hours ago melted away in a shot of adrenaline and a chaser of warm, manly body heat.

The thunder in his eyes flashed again as he reluctantly let go, helping me onto his bike. We'd have words at the apartment, no two ways about it.

Unlike before, I was ready.

Lord, I was ready for anything.



“You hungry? Saw this morning we're running low on groceries. We can stop off in town and pick a few things up, if you want.”

I shook my head, hugging him close as we rode down the dark, shadowy streets. It seemed like summer would never come. These spring nights still chilled me to the bone.

I'd have frozen if it weren't for his body heat. I put my face into his shoulder and breathed his rough, masculine scent, wondering what the hell I was doing.

None of this was right. Sheriffs' daughters weren't meant to savor outlaws' heat.

No matter how crooked daddy was, I shouldn't have been riding so close, imagining all the ways he could fling my body around on the bed. I'd never craved anyone as badly as I did Firefly that moment, and it scared the hell out of me.

The ride went by in no time flat. When I opened my eyes, we were back at the apartment, his engine rumbling to a cold stop. He stood up, reached for my hand, and yanked the helmet off my head.

“Last call for better food, or it's pizza tonight, babe.”

“Whatever works.” I felt like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush following him inside.

Damn, why did I feel anything after he'd tried to push me away earlier this week? After he jerked down my pants like he owned my body, smashed his hand against my ass, growling in my ear...

Wet didn't begin to describe the ache between my thighs. No, this desire leaked out of me, caused me to lick my lips secretly while my pussy throbbed, praying to be filled.

Everything pulsed open, slick and wanting, even when I watched him do something mundane like climb up the stairs in front of me. The big, beautiful biker always towered over me. I watched his muscles flex while he climbed, his skin scrawled with the menacing inks I'd see in my most feverish dreams.

Jesus, girl. Keep it together, I told myself. You were almost taken against your will back there.

Nothing sexy about it. I don't care if the sexiest man alive just saved you from getting tainted by a nasty goblin...