Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(152)

His hand slid down to my thigh, and his fingers pressed tight, pinching the autumn skirt on my cool skin. Instant fire.

Roman started the engine, but didn't put the truck into drive, looking into my eyes as he leaned over. “Let me make this crystal-fucking-clear – we're gonna do this husband and wife, happy family thing, and I'm excited as hell if you're on board. But when we do the other part – the part that's dirty, hard, and so fucking rough it'll leave you sore for the next week – you let me know. I don't do teasers. I don't do samples. If you wanna fuck me, you spread your legs and wrap 'em tight, because I'm not stopping 'til I've gorged myself on you, woman. I will kiss, suck, and fuck everything you've got, babe, and there's no off switch 'til my dick doesn't work.”

I wasn't sure what was going to overheat first. My tender thigh, beneath the place where his fingers drilled into my flesh, or my panties just a few inches over. I wouldn't be surprised to find scorch marks on them later. They'd been so thoroughly soaked they forced me to notice every time we were outside and the wind blew just a little bit too hard.

I was drowning, a little at a time, fighting my insane desire to bury the past by twisting our bodies together between the sheets.

“You're mine, babe, and only mine. Every way. All the time. You understand? That's the only word that's ever been as heavy as the ones I spoke when I got my patch. Mine.”

I understood him – more than I ever thought he'd let me.

Slowly, I nodded, pawing at his wrist with one shaky hand, pushing him off. I didn't breathe again until both his hands were on the steering wheel, and we were leaving behind the grim memorial for good.

He was right about one thing – this was all happening way too fast. Still, I couldn't deny the spark that wouldn't stop flashing through my veins, my heat begging to mingle with his.

My core tightened, and I pushed my tongue against the roof of my mouth. Jesus, my nipples throbbed against my bra, hungry to be sucked, just like my clit. I never knew the need for sex could truly make me ache until now.

Sure, we could keep up the safe, sane, careful act as long as I could stand it. But sooner or later, I knew I'd wind up straddling his cock, pulling him deep inside me and letting him take his rightful place there as the only man who'd ever fucked me.

Hell, the only one I ever wanted to. Now, it was just a matter of how long until the fire making me sweat and choke on my own breath threw me on my back and spread my legs.

Roman had already taken me over with his brand and the not-so-subtle marriage promise he'd made back at his mother's place. He'd taken me so fast my head was spinning, whirling off the anger and bitterness I'd had when he stormed back into my life.

Soon, he'd take what was his in bed, and I'd give it all over, everything that tensed and exploded when he bit into my ear and growled the word mine.





VIII: Bad Blood (Roman)


I woke up in a cold damned sweat two days later. My kid snored in his crib, oblivious to everything, even as I smacked my forehead and sweated out the last Jack in my system for the first time in years.

Goddamn it. Every fucking night in that house was hell when I wasn't waking up next to Sally.

I woke up alone, stretched out on the floor in my sleeping bag, my dick drooling pre-come all over my boxers. It'd been too long since I'd had pussy, and the girl I wanted most was only a wall away.

I'd heard brothers talk about sexual tension over the years 'til they were blue in the face, especially when they got their pricks bent outta shape over some woman they wanted to call their old lady.

Me? I had it worse – way fucking worse.

I'd already claimed her, and she wasn't saying no, but she was off limits 'til she said the magic word.

I had an old lady I couldn't fuck 'til she wanted it as bad as I did. I'd done a lot to smooth shit over the last couple days, but nothing compared to getting nasty with her underneath me.

I couldn't fuck her 'til she moaned in my ear, pressed her skin against mine, made me feel her temp rising over a hundred degrees. And I couldn't go back to cockhounds like Twinkie, good for emptying my balls and nothing else.

I wasn't fucking this up.

I'd die before I made the same damned mistakes my old man did. I wasn't gonna say it to her face, but Sally already had my cock pulsing in her hand. I couldn't think about letting that greedy motherfucker have his way with anybody but her, her, her.

She must've done some black magic when I wasn't looking. Nothing else made sense.

Shit, women used to come easy, and I had no problem getting hard for a stranger with a rocking body. Now, it was like every other pussy on the planet turned to ash, bronze prizes my balls wouldn't ever accept. I had to go for the gold, and fuck her so hard her hot, tight, golden cunt remembered the shape of my dick 'til we were dead.