Never Kiss an Outlaw(54)

Not while I was slumped against the wall, overwhelmed, captured by his kiss.

Not while he crammed me full of his cock, stretching me a little more with every stroke, training my pussy to fit him like we were made to join.

Not while I was about to have the most furious orgasm I'd ever had in my entire life.

“Ah, fuck, you feel too good. Too goddamned good for every inch of this, woman. Gonna fill you up. Come with me, Cora! Fuckin' come, come, come...”

His cock stabbed into me one more time. My feet found their way behind his, and they pinched at his body desperately, while my nails clung to his neck, clinging for support.

“Oh, oh...oh hell!”

Hella good. Fire and brimstone lashed my body in waves when I lost it.

Snarling, he came, filling me with his heat. His seed flooded me, and he drove his cock deeper, grinding that short, sweet crop of hair on his pubic bone just perfectly against my clit.

I thought I'd died and gone to a new dimension where there was nothing but blinding, hot pleasure. Full bodied fire licked me again and again from head to toe. Everything below my waist curled in on itself, pulsing magnificently, just yawning and clutching and throbbing with passion.

In the middle of it all, something wet exploded from my center. I could feel myself coming so hard I gushed all over his cock, wondering if he'd truly torn me open and emptied part of my soul all over him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Firefly held me down as time slowed.

Still coming, still fucking me, shooting his come as deep as it would go. My pussy clenched so hard to his cock I thought I'd pass out, high on his lightning shooting through me.

We lost ourselves in that mad, mad rhythm for what seemed like half the night. When I could finally blink again, and open my eyes without wincing from the shock, he looked at me.

I saw my blue eyes reflected in his, two seas on fire, storming in ways I could barely even fathom as our two very different worlds came together. Or, at the very least, our bodies. Flesh on flesh, burning and pounding as one.

“Easier than I figured to make you squirt,” he growled, running his hand across my pussy as he pulled out, holding it up so I could see the wetness. “Don't you dare blush, darlin'. Get used to it. I fuckin' love it, and that means you're gonna be doing it a whole lot more.”

I couldn't help it. My cheeks turned beet red, perfect targets for him to smother me in a whole new series of scalding hot kisses.

“Let's get you cleaned up so we can ride,” he said, bending over and pulling up his pants. “Sooner we get to Hannah's place, the harder we can fuck in peace and quiet. Helluva a lot nicer than this fuckin' dump, too.”
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I smiled as he handed me a towel. I let him wipe the excess coming out of me before I put my clothes back in place, a strangely intimate thing almost as intense as letting him inside me.

He conquered me. It wouldn't be long before I begged him to finish what we'd started in that screwy little church.

It scared me. But fear hadn't derailed me during any of this. My desire to claw my way through every inch of this dark, dangerous underworld only grew, the closer I got to Firefly.

Before, I'd been worried I'd end up a slave forever to the Deadly Pistols MC. Now, I just had to worry about being his – and a willing one.

He conquered me. Piece by piece, night by night, kiss by steaming kiss.

God help me, I loved it. Every time another part of me pulled away in his hands, or my heart collapsed in another avalanche, I quietly rejoiced.

This man, this unreal pleasure he brought, was everything I'd denied myself under daddy's thumb. Firefly's heat burned away the lies, no different than how his crude words stripped things to their truths.

So I walked with him. Rode with him. Gave him my everything as my protector, my lover, my guide.

Where he'd take us in the end, I wasn't sure. But I was ready for the journey.

When we stepped outside and climbed on his bike, I held him tight, smiling as I rested my chin on his shoulder. His motorcycle cut through the darkness, and I marveled at how quickly I'd learned to love its reassuring growl.

His life was complicated and scary sometimes, but it had a certain charm. Firefly owned who he was. He lived honestly, and right now, after all the confusion, that meant the world.

Maybe one day, it wouldn't be so bad being an outlaw's bride.

It had to be better than being a dead, crooked sheriff's daughter. Hell, it might be everything.



My mouth dropped when we rolled through the huge iron gates outside Knoxville. The house was beautiful, tidy, and ginormous.

Its high brick walls glowed in the moonlight behind the lovely gardens, vines and flowers just beginning to poke their buds out after the winter. Huge roman columns held up the roof, and when he took my helmet and guided me toward the double-doored entrance, I wanted to check to make sure we were really at the right place.