Page 24 of Never Wed an Outlaw

Our lips crashed together, two starving fiends given a feast. We kissed, we bit, we passed so much tongue back and forth I could barely breathe.

Or maybe it was just the excitement from crashing through this taboo named Dusty yet again. We'd fought the good fight, trying to stay friends bound by the club.

We'd lost horribly.

Every dirty passion I'd wanted on my lips since that first night he'd given it to me exploded. Dragging us forward, he pinned me against the counter, tangling his fingers through my hair and tilting my face to his.

Then he leaned down, taking what he'd wanted for the last few months, everything I'd secretly wanted to give.

Dust growled into my mouth. My nipples rolled against his chest like stones through our clothes. He pushed between my legs and dry humped me, giving me every hard inch beneath his jeans. I wouldn't be able to take this for long before I started tearing off clothes, begging him to take me upstairs.

Every sense I had went into overdrive. The whole world beyond my kitchen suddenly seemed brighter, louder, given new life by the storm howling in my blood. My heart banged harder, a brute, rising tempo so true even my rational side could't ignore it.

This was everything I wanted. Escape, fantasy, and mad desire rolling into one.

Raw. Animal. Real.

“Oh, God!” My breath hitched. He'd moved his head down, stamping more fiery kisses against my throat.

Dust reached for my breast, cupped it like he owned it, and began to squeeze.

“Fuck, darlin'.Fuck.” He barely came up from my cleavage for words.

My pussy turned into an aching mess between my legs. Paralyzed with such need I could barely twist and moan under him.

Was I going to fuck a man for the first time on my kitchen floor, or the marble counter? Definitely a good possibility.

Then a door slammed shut deep in the house, andeverything came to a dead stop. Dust spun around, one hand on his gun, the other still meshed in my hair.

“What the fuck, Hannah? I called you like five times before coming –“

Firefly froze. He looked at us like he'd just walked in on a murder scene.

Hell, at some point, he probably had. This was much worse.

“Huck! What're you doing here?” I said, about to fall over.

I stood up, unlatching myself from Dust's strong grip. The Deadly Pistols' Prez took his hand off his gun and straightened up. All three of us tried to wipe the disbelief and horror off our faces.

The most awkward time of my life had officially arrived.

Firefly never answered my question. In two more seconds, he flew forward, getting in Dust's face, grabbing on his cut and snarling like a wild animal.

“After all that fuckin' shit you gave me about keeping my hands off Cora, you fuck around with my own goddamned sister?!”

I yelped, backing up, trying to keep away from the two-man tornado about to blow my fancy kitchen to smithereens. Firefly's hand pressed deeper into Dusty's neck, but the older, wiser man leashed his anger, and made his move several seconds later.

His knee went straight into my brother's guts with a loudwhump!

Firefly hit the floor, banging his knees, swearing silently.He'd lost the oxygen in his lungs, totally winded by the blow.

“When you catch your breath, pick yourself up and get the fuck outta here, brother. I don't want to hurt you again.” Dust's voice seemed eerily calm behind the rage written on his face.

“Huck, I'm sorry, this wasn't supposed to happen...” I crouched down next to him, both hands on his shoulders, flashing Dusty a quick look. “Guys, no more fighting.”

Dust nodded, a growl stuck in his throat. I leaned closer to Huck, whispering in his ear. “Do you need anything?”

Shaking his head angrily, he stood up, almost doubling over again. He swore softly, leaned on my big stainless steel fridge for a minute, and then walked out.

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