Never Kiss an Outlaw(43)

She laughed, and my ears rang happy. Goddamn, I could've listened to that sound all day, second only to how she sounded before her body gave it all up to me.

“Tonight. After you pick me up.” Cora motioned across her heart, crossing it like a kid.

“I'm gonna trust you on your word, babe. You oughta know by now I take promises very fucking seriously. And if these little lips ever mislead me, well, you know how that goes.” My hand circled behind her, rolling down the small of her back. Then I lifted it and let it crack firmly across her ass.

She squirmed against me, pushing her sweet, suckable tits flush against my chest.

Fucking tease. I love it.

“Firefly – I promise!” she squeaked, struggling in my arms. I laughed and held her tighter, lowering my face against her, 'til our foreheads touched like something outta a damned chick flick.

“All right, whatever. Give me one more kiss for collateral.”

She did. I tasted her as long as I could.

Long as I could stand before my cock ripped through my jeans was more like it, but fuck, I knew I had all the time in the world. I'd staked a claim, and I'd only drive it deeper, harder, and longer from here.

This little minx was gonna sing for me tonight. Then every fuckin' night we had.#p#分页标题#e#

No end in sight, and that should've freaked me out.

I'd just taken the first pussy I wanted to keep coming back to over and over. Not just because it felt like gold wrapped around my cock neither. Because I craved it, needed it, called it mine.

What the hell was going on?



Cora blew me another kiss when she got off my bike. We'd grabbed a quick breakfast at a diner before I dropped her at work.

Hard to believe the night we'd had after all the hell that had been raised at the Heel less than twenty-four hours ago.

I drove away with the mountain wind in my face, pulling off my helmet when my bike got on the home stretch. It was finally warming up. The Great Smoky Mountains were coming alive, pouring their green scent across the landscape like God himself holding a damned spritzer.

My lungs sucked in every drop. Couldn't stop smiling, wondering if there'd ever been a more glorious day.

These old lungs were gonna need every molecule of cool, clean air they could get, too. I'd be pulling double duty soon, fucking my girl as much as I could stand, on top of busting ass for the club.

Too bad the club had her claws in like a banshee as soon as I rolled into the chop shop we had just on the edge of town.

The boys were all there, their bikes parked in a neat row.

Weird, since it was normally just Sixty, Crawl, and me. Sometimes we invited the prospects and hangarounds to help with the grunt work if they had a mechanics' smarts, but today all the boys were there in the lot, including the guys who didn't know shit about digging deep in an engine's guts.

When I saw Prez's bike, I knew something stank to high hell. Fuck!

Parked my ride, climbed off it, and put my hand over my nine in its holster. I walked quietly, heading straight by the empty register, then through the deserted garage to the rear.

Walked in on the most tense shit I'd seen since the last time we were knife-to-knife with the Deads.

“You're making a big mistake, friend,” Dust growled, an angry half-moon of men wearing different patches around him on both sides.

“Fuck you, Dusty. Fuck. You.”

In the center, a big man with a scarred face and a huge, bushy ginger beard had the Prez up against the wall. Red Beard, leader of the Atlanta Torches. Motherfucker had a legendary temper, too, and it threatened my boss' life.

Didn't even hesitate to pull my gun and point it at the fucker's rotten skull. “Get the fuck off him!”

“Sharp.” Red Beard nodded at a lean, lantern-jawed bastard standing by his shoulder.

The asshole, who I saw was wearing a V. PRESIDENT patch, pushed his way through the crowd and aimed a big shotgun at my chest. “Put that popgun down,” he snarled.

“Not 'til your Prez gets the hell off mine.”

“Everybody relax!” Red Beard shouted. “Any of you Pistols fuckers punch your triggers in a single millimeter, it's gonna be a bloodbath, and we'll all lose our dicks.”

“Firefly, listen!” Dust looked at me, his angry gray eyes shining big and bright over Red Beard's shoulder. “It ain't worth it. Let it ride. Bad fucking timing.”

“You don't get to talk about timing, asshole!” Red Beard roared in his face. “You knew that fuckin' cocksucker was stinking and rotting in his house for days. Shit, you knew the city hauled his carcass off to get fuckin' cremated – and you didn't say shit about it! Fuck's sake, we're supposed to be allies!”

“Yeah, supposed to be. Fuck me for picking jackals for friends,” Dust said, shoving the rival Prez hard in the chest.#p#分页标题#e#