Give me a week. I'll conquer her spitfire tongue and remind her what it's like to ache desire. I'm not stopping 'til her lips are on mine, making her squirm the way she used to, begging me for more...
The Outlaw Love books are stand alone romance novels featuring unique lovers and happy endings. No cliffhangers! This is Roman and Sally's story in the Grizzlies MC series.
I: A Piece of Him (Sally)
I remembered him like it was only yesterday.
The heat of his kiss, the raw power in his arms as he pushed me down in the back seat, fisting my hair and making me scream when he sucked along my throat. He was going to be my first. I never dreamed in a thousand years he'd be my last.
He conquered me, and I fucking let him. I loved it. I didn't love him – at least not yet – but I lived giving him my innocence.
Sex came natural to him. He forced me to recognize his awesome talent in everything he did, from the way he shoved himself inside me for the first time, to the cadence of his voice, growling in my ear, twisting my head perfectly to bring my ear to his rough lips.
“Follow my lead, Sally. You're too damned hot to tell me fucking doesn't come natural.” He paused, flicking his tongue over my earlobe until I squirmed. “Just watch and feel and learn. Every time I push my dick deep, you grind back. Meet my hips. Fuck me like you mean it, babe. Fuck me like you want it. Keep going 'til it feels like you're gonna blow, and I'll give you the final push. I'll teach you how to use that hot cunt between your legs to suck every drop of come outta a man's balls. Especially mine.”
God.
And just like that, he fucked me. My best fuck, my only fuck. Roman shook the whole truck with his thrusts as he plowed into me, sending me screaming toward the sultry release.
I didn't know him, and it didn't matter. I was too deep in the pleasure zone after about five seconds to even care.
The way he handled me...sweet baby Jesus.
I hadn't meant to lose it this easy. Sure, I wanted to, but I didn't know this would be the day until he started pulling off my clothes.
I went down easy. One kiss was all it took to seal my fate forever.
Maybe it was his strength, or just the rogue good looks in his massive, tattooed body and chiseled face. His dark eyes told me he knew exactly what to do with a woman like me in every glance.
And I listened. I melted. I surrendered.
I'd never been a small girl. Growing up on my Uncle's ranch left me strong and well rounded beneath my curves. Stronger than the skinny twigs with palm sized boobs most of the biker boys in this town brought to bed, anyway.
I was pretty voluptuous, actually, which made it all the more amazing when Roman followed through on his promises.
It started with him walking me into the back, showing off the work he'd done on my Uncle's truck. He'd done the job quickly and efficiently, just like a good mechanic could, and I was gawking at him like a schoolgirl with a bad crush every time I twisted in the machine, pointing out some gear or strut.
My thoughts went everywhere. Mostly, just wondering what those big, thick hands could do besides tuning up vehicles in record time.
If only I'd just wondered, fantasized, and left it at that.
I shouldn't have let him pull me inside for a closer look. All alone too – nobody else was in the garage. It must've been a light day for the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club, or maybe his brothers had other business.
I should've put up a fight, especially when his hands grabbed mine, bringing my trembling fingers to his lips. It couldn't possibly mean anything good except some incredible sex.
I was young, but I wasn't stupid. I knew the average badass wearing the Grizzlies MC patch offered nothing except a heart stopping romp between the sheets – or maybe somewhere wilder.
These boys didn't do relationships and dinner dates. They flirted, they fucked, and they moved onto the next hot ass within grabbing distance.
I knew better, and I didn't listen to common sense. The second we locked lips, lust did all the talking.
Maybe I shouldn't look back and be so hard on myself.
After all, it's hard to say no when you're twenty-one years old and still a virgin, and suddenly the biggest badass in all of Redding has his hands reaching for your bra clasp. And it's even harder when a tattooed giant like Roman shoves his fingers on your thigh and squeezes until it hurts because you want it so bad.
Lust never lies. We melded, a perfect fit, even before he maneuvered his huge frame between my legs, pressing the swollen cock behind his jeans to my panties. The honest need in his body fed hunger in mine.
Nature took over. Before I knew what was happening, my shirt was off, and the seat flopped back, leaving ample space for me to open my legs.
The things he did with his mouth set my pussy on fire. When he shoved his hands between my thighs and brushed my wetness, asking me if I'd ever been with a man like him before, I couldn't hide it. I told him I'd never been with any man.