Page 13 of Never Wed an Outlaw

Deadly Pistols Motorcycle Club. So much history, and a lot more blood, wrapped up in a tidy symbol that grinned back at every man who'd ever put on the patch. We'd sworn our lives to the skull, the wings, and the smoking guns. Wouldn't ever change.

This club, this symbol, they went straight to my family. Brothers, ancestors, kin by blood and patch alike. Made me who I was, straight to my fuckin' core.

Right now, the club deserved a helluva lot better than it'd gotten.

I took a long pull on my pipe, pinching it between my fingers, thinking about how we were still busy undoing my old man's bullshit, several years after he'd met the reaper.

Early had his fun, and he fucked a lot of people over. My daddy made too many enemies, blew too much money, and left Ma's heart in tatters. Left that poor, sweet woman waiting to join him some day on the other side, but I knew they'd be going their separate ways.

Ma was never bound for hell like him. He deserved every fuckin' lick of the flame for what he'd done to the club,done to his brothers, done to me.

Fuck you, Danny,his ghost growled in my ear, as he did way too goddamned often.I ain't the only one bound for fire.

Someday, we'll meet again, boy. Count on it.

Growling, I stubbed out my pipe, wanting to put bad memories behind me. I had my getaway.

I was eager to start the long ride home from Georgia, heading back into the Smokies. I'd take the off roads leaving this state at night so the Deads wouldn't have a shot at getting me alone.

They came around these parts, but they'd been slow to snap up the free territory we'd left for the assholes after killing our old friends-turned-enemies, the Atlanta Torches. Even if they showed, they'd have plenty of street gangs to fight in the city, so many battles it'd stretch a club as big as theirs to the bone.

I had my key in the ignition when my phone went off.

I ripped it out, looked at the screen, and saw a name that turned my dick to stone. “Hannah? Where are you?”

“About to get off the runway and come home, Dusty.”

“Yeah? What's wrong, darlin'?” She shouldn't have been calling me from the airport. Adrenaline filled my veins, overwhelming the desire to finish what we'd started at Firefly's wedding for just a second.

When a woman rang this line, she only did it for two reasons.

Either she wanted every inch of me up inside her, or she needed me to bust heads.

Both were plenty valid. I'd never said no to either one, and I sure wasn't gonna break trends with this little minx.

“Why does something have to be wrong? Can't a girl just call to say hello?” Her sarcasm warmed my ears, sharp and sexy as ever. “Listen, I talked to Firefly. I'm coming into Atlanta tonight, and I don't want to deal with a rental. My brother said you're the only club man down there. Honestly, making your head any bigger is just about the last thing I want to do, but I need a ride to Tennessee even more, so...I think you see my dilemma.”

“Yeah, darlin', I think so, too.” I smiled, feeling the fight-or-flight hornet swarm in my blood calm, surrendering to lust, running in my blood thick as warm honey. “I'll be at the airport, waiting. When do you get in?”

“Four hours or so. Sometime around ten. I'm not much for driving at night, but I'll make an exception if I'm the passenger.”

“Gonna have to make an exception for my bike, too, babe. Only way we're getting home.” I heard her suck in a sharp breath, and suppressed a laugh. “Calm down. We'll take it slow through the mountains and stop for coffee to stay warm. You can keep those little hands around me as tight as you want. I won't even try anything crazy.”

“You'd better not!” she squealed, sucking in another sharp breath as soon as the words are out.

Almost like the sounds I imagined she'd make all red and sweaty, riding every inch of my cock.Fuck.

That hard-on in my jeans jerked something fierce. Knew I'd probably have to pull over at a gas station just to jerk off if I wanted to make it home with this girl without losing my damned mind.

“Seriously, babe, just get your sweet ass home. I'll be waiting. Text me wherever you want to meet as soon as you're on the tarmac.”

She hesitated for several seconds, saying nothing. I wondered if she'd really take me up on the ride, or take off with that rental after all.

“Okay, Dusty. I will. I appreciate the help here, even if you might be the last man I want giving me a helping hand.”

Click.The line went dead, and I saw her name flashing cold on the screen.

Stuffing my phone in my pocket, I started my bike, and headed for the closest bar by the airport. I'd have a couple beers while I waited for her long ass flight to come in.

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