Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(17)

“I still fucking want you,” he growled into my ear. “Never stopped all these years, Elle Jo. We don't have to waste more time. We can pick up right where we left off, with my cock going between your legs, taking everything it should've had years ago.”

Holy shit.

As if I'd let him. No, no, this isn't happening.

I can't give in. Not like this. Not ever.

I leaned in close, his green eyes shimmering with happy mischief, and whispered in his ear. “If you think you can walk back into my life and sweep me off my feet with one great kiss, think again. I'm your bride, Austin, but I am not your woman. I don't love you.”

He pulled away and his eyes darkened to an angry jungle green before he answered. He didn't say anything. Just picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me down the aisle like his latest conquest.

I quietly fumed, hating the fact that his kiss left me soaking wet underneath the wedding dress. My body could mutiny, maybe, but my heart wouldn't.

I just wouldn't let it. This was all business, all for my father, and nothing else.

“Be careful!” I yelped, just as he narrowly avoided tripping over an empty bottle that had fallen and rolled out into our path. He steadied us, put his hand on my ass, and I pursed my lips. “Austin, don't you dare get any screwed up ideas. I told you where we stand, and that isn't changing. Let's just get out –“

“Ell-bell, kindly shut the fuck up. If you don't start calling me by my proper name, I will bend you over and slap your ass red like I should've years ago. We're having a honeymoon, one way or another, and you're gonna enjoy it.”

Great.

So, he'd really bought into this whole outlaw bride and groom thing. I rolled my eyes, just barely faster than my heart began to beat.

Then his hands clenched my long skirt and ripped it clean off, leaving me with nothing but the thin, short lily white one underneath, all I'd be left with when we climbed on his bike.





IV: Tamer (Asphalt)


“Asphalt, look. What happened at the altar this morning was all for show. So is this honeymoon. I know what's up, my father explained everything. We're not really married. It's all club politics.” She stopped, smiled nervously, batting her eyes. “And...you know, I really shouldn't have to say this, but...we can't have sex.”

Bullshit. She hadn't held me like she was playing games when we rode into town, straight to the place where I'd get her branded as mine.

I wanted to throw her over the leather chair in the tattoo parlor and fuck the ever living hell out of her on the spot. But only after I'd spanked her raw first.

Her hands moved across my abs like she wanted it on my bike. So did her lips at the altar. What the fuck were we doing, pretending otherwise?

My cock hammered in my pants the whole way through that damned ceremony, and it hadn't eased up a beat since we rode into town, my bike decked out in its colors, her losing that long ass wedding skirt before we hit the pavement.

'Course, the girl was completely right. This shit was all a political stunt, and Gil must've done a pretty good job of convincing her. Didn't change the fact that my body knew what it wanted.

Hers did, too. Fuck, she touched me like she was starving, and I wanted to make every inch of her a feast.

I looked her up and down, not even trying to hide the lust in my eyes. Couldn't stop picturing those high, white bitch heels she had on digging into my ass, her long legs wrapped around me, spurring me on like a bull 'til I broke the fucking bed and left her sore for days.

Shit. My gaze crawled up her body, only stopping when I caught her bright blue eyes, watching as she tucked a stray blonde lock behind her ear.

“We'll see what happens, babe. Keep your panties on. It won't be tonight unless you want it to be.”

“It won't be any night, Asphalt.” She sniffed, shook her head, taking on a tone like she needed to convince herself. “I just needed to get that out there, given our history. You wanted me. There was a time when I wanted you. And I'm only wearing this because we've both been roped into it with a shotgun to our backs.”

“Shotgun wedding? I thought they only did that shit if I knocked you up. This isn't half as much fun.” I grinned.

Elle stopped and scowled.

She'd been fidgeting with the new gold ring since we sat down. It already looked like it belonged on her, from the moment I'd slipped it on her hand. Something about that slow up-down-up-down fidgeting motion as she pushed it along her finger made my balls taste fire, tempted me to grab her damned hand right here and shove it on my cock.

Then she'd understand. She'd get that we were gonna share a bed one way or another, no more avoidable than giving her my vows earlier today.

I watched her while we waited, wondering how many bastards had gotten to that body before me. I wanted to handcuff her to the nearest bed and find out, then start over with my face between her legs. The caveman urge to fuck away every last trace of everyone she'd ever had grabbed me by the throat and whispered in my ear, what the hell are you waiting for, boy?