Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(4)

Before tonight went to hell, I'd imagined my first kiss with Mike. If only he'd been man enough, with a little more edge, and few less tantrums...

I looked at Austin's – Asphalt's? – lips. God, they looked good. My pussy tingled, more soaked than I think I'd ever been in my life, my entire core a tight, wanting mess.

“Go.” His hand slid down my ass and squeezed when he said the word. “Before I throw you on the back of my bike and ride off to NorCal with you, babe. Don't need an even bigger death warrant from your old man, and you're pretty damned tempting since you're finally legal for some lucky bastard to fuck.”

“Austin...”

His eyes narrowed, and he pinched my ass until I whimpered. “Last time I'm telling ya, it's Asphalt now. Asphalt forever. Tomorrow, I'm leaving this town behind with no regrets. You're the only thing I'll be missing when I think about this shithole.”

His voice rang solid. No sarcasm, no lie – just plain truth.

I couldn't take it. His hand pushed against my ass as I stood up on my tiptoes, pursing my lips. His mouth covered mine with a growl, and the heat in my blood turned into fireworks.

We kissed, hotter and longer than anything I'd ever imagined. He gave me passion, so much it threatened to consume me. I lost myself in his strong, sexy lips, relishing his arms around me, and offered him my heat like the world was about to end.

I think it did when his tongue slipped past my lips. He conquered me, opened me like no man ever had. My lips were all over the bastard, Asphalt and Austin, a kiss equal parts beginning and end, hello and goodbye.

My heart banged like a car crash by the time he finally let go.

For a second, we stood there, staring. Both shocked from the sudden explosion of lust, disbelief over what just happened mingling with the howling need for more.

I flipped my hair back and wrapped my hands around his neck. I hadn't planned to lose my virginity tonight, but suddenly, I was totally ready.

If his mouth felt like heaven, then his body promised ecstasy I couldn't imagine. I didn't want fantasy anymore, I wanted this for real, embracing the wet, greedy urge to feel him between my legs.

“Come inside,” I whispered, my voice turning into a moan. “The prospects don't normally come in as long as they see the TV going in the living room. And daddy's out late all the time, he usually doesn't get in until two or three, sometimes later...”

“Fuck, babe, do you even know what the hell you're saying?” He grinned, his powerful jaw tensing with the same dark energy in his beautiful emerald eyes.

“Yeah, Asphalt. I do.” I slipped my hand back into his and reached for the door, twisting my key into it, ready to lead him straight to my bed.

But we never got that far.

The door burst open before I could finish unlocking it. A huge, angry hand reached for my wrist, flinging me against the wall.

I saw a blur of the murder on daddy's face before he marched out to kill the only man I'd ever kissed.



“What in the ever living fuckity fuck were you doing with my little girl?” For an older man, daddy had the strength of ten raging bulls when he got mad.

I watched him fling the big badass I'd just had on my lips against the wall like he was a ragdoll, one hand around his throat, his handlebar mustache twitching with pure venom.

“Jesus Christ, Prez, ease up!”

“Don't think so, motherfucker.” I had to lean close, one ear out the door, as daddy's voice lowered to a deadly boom. “You've been going behind my goddamned back too many times, treating this patch like it's the only reason you've got for growing a dick. No more. These colors aren't a fuckin' joke, kid. They've got blood behind them.”

I poked the rest of my head out just in time to see daddy land a savage blow to Asphalt's gut. My crush doubled over, dropped to his knees, and hit the ground. Then my father looked up and saw me, his eyes blazing full bloodlust.

I think I died on the spot.

My head shook slowly, tears welling in my eyes. So much for salvaging this prom, the beauty of a first kiss, much less pretending I wasn't waist deep in this violent, secretive life.

“Elle Jo, get the hell inside. Now! I'm not gonna ask you again, sweetheart.”

The tears came, hot and poisonous, as I slinked away. Just before the screen door slammed shut, I heard daddy let out a heavy sigh, his face dangerously close to Asphalt's.

“You're a lucky fuckin' punk tonight. You deserve to be gutted for putting your filthy hands on my daughter, but even I don't have the heart to do it right in front of her. Let's go, cockmongler. You can lick some of your fuckin' namesake off my driveway while we go out back for a chat.”

My hand shook, holding the screen door open, just enough to hear Austin groan. Then there was nothing but the sound of a body being dragged behind the fence, into our backyard. My heart beat wild, on the verge of giving out.