Page 38 of Never Wed an Outlaw

The man who had more reason than most to be caving my skull in gave me a second chance to lead, and I'd never forget it.

If shit seemed to be whirling by in a blur before, then it went twice as fast after all the deadly drama ended.

Everything changed. Before I knew it, we had two weddings on our hands. Meg and Skin were due to be hitched at the same time as Joker and Summer, making their love official once and for all.

I barely had a second to slip away to see Hannah with the whole damned world going to shit. But I managed,climbing over her gate before she opened it half the time, taking what was mine again and again like a maniac after another hit of the finest pussy on the face of the Earth.

One cool fall evening, several days before the double wedding, I walked into her palace and came face-to-face with a sight that almost pulled my dick straight through my pants.

Hannah waiting for me next to her fireplace, a bottle of wine on the mantle, and a roaring red glow crackling behind her. She wore her purple robe, pulled up too high for her own good, just enough to let me see the heels and stockings peaking out.

“Fuckin' hell, darlin'. Is that how you're gonna dress all winter? Because if that's the way it goes, bring on Jack Frost.”

She laughed, reaching behind her for the bottle. The cork was already loose, and she pulled it out with her teeth, holding it in her mouth like some little creature tempting me to ravage her.

“No games. I need those lipsnow.” I stepped up to her and plucked the cork from her teeth when I was close enough.

Our lips collided, fiery and restless. They always were when we got together, but lately it was only about once a week. Our bodies needed more than that – a whole lot more.

My hands wound their way into her robe, feeling that bare, hot skin I'd soon have under me. I was about to shred the velvety belt holding it shut when she batted at my wristwith both hands, giving me a push with all her strength.

“Not so fast. Are you spending the night? After last time, I'm putting my foot down and telling you, I ain't a wham-bam girl no matter how sexy and strong you look, Dusty.” She narrowed her eyes.

Fuck.I thought back to last week, when I slipped out before dawn, pulled into a late night call with Blackjack. I knew I'd fucked up as soon as I left, putting business over her, especially when the crazy old bastard out west asked me why the fuck I was free at four in the morning, without a wife and kid to keep me busy.

“Darlin', I screwed up,” I said. Never an easy thing for me to say. “I walked when I shouldn't have, when there wasn't any danger. I've learned my lesson. My ass belongs in your bed all night, unless there's life and death involved. Money can wait. We've both got ourselves plenty of coin. More will always be there tomorrow, but I can't say the same about another chance to get up inside you.”

I slid my hands up her thighs, feeling those stockings, letting their sleek texture drive my dick mad. Hannah closed her eyes and purred, a soft smile on her lips, seemingly satisfied with the falling on my sword I'd done.

Right now, I would've told her she was the queen of damned England if it got her legs open. I wasn't just feeding her lies, though.

Meant every word I said. Every insane, unbelievable, alien word I thought I'd never say to any woman. She'd split me open, causing sheer madness to pour out my lips.

“I don't know,” she said softly, grabbing my wrist withone little hand. “Part of me wants to give you a second chance. The other part thinks you're just telling me everything I want to hear. You'll hop on your bike and ride off into the sunset like any other player wearing that patch after you've had your fill.”

“You're calling me a liar?” I growled, running my hands over her more forcefully, winding them to her ass. I cupped her cheek, gave it a hard squeeze. “I think I oughta find out what part of you believes I'm telling the truth. I'll fuck that part with my tongue half the night.”

I move my fingers underneath her ass, gliding over her panties. She gasped, arching into the wall, and I suppressed another growl, sensing the wet spot swelling between her legs.

“And the rest of me?” she whimpered, trying to keep her eyes open, pretend she had the upper hand.

“The part that's calling me on bullshit, or thinks it is?” I took my fingers away from her pussy, bringing them back to her ass, but this time I lifted her robe, holding my palm over that sweetness, begging to be spanked. “I'll have to smack sense into that part, darlin'. No man, woman, or animal calls Daniel Grayson a liar.”

My palm came down swiftly on her ass. Her eyes snapped open and she let out a little yelp, exactly like the kind she made most nights before I sent her into ecstasy.

“Oh! I was wondering when I'd hear your real name. Not that Dusty doesn't have a nice ring to it.” She smiled sweetly, walking fully into my embrace, wine bottle gripped in her hand.

She brought it to her lips and took a big, teasing swig that could've put a sailor to shame. Seeing it glide down her throat didn't do anything to suppress the hard-on raging in my jeans.

“Consider yourself something real special, darlin'. Hearing my name at all means you can forget about ever thinking I'd lie to you,” I said, taking the wine from her hand, and bringing it to my lips.

Normally, I preferred whiskey or beer, but this shit would do the job tonight. It went down smooth, landed in my stomach, and exploded in a fireball, adding its heat to everything lust kept fanning in my system.

“That's too bad,” she said, licking her lips. “I was really looking forward to more spankings.”

My eyes locked on her baby blues. Fuck, I wanted to make them roll. Wanted todestroyher tonight, and watch those eyes lose their shine to pure pleasure.

“Not half as much as I've been looking forward to what we're planning tonight, darlin'. Ain't nothing in this world like skin-on-skin. We're gonna fuck so much tonight, you'll be leaking me for days.”

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