Page 4 of Never Wed an Outlaw

“Why's that?” she said, narrowing her eyes, flicking her brunette hair over her shoulder. “Do I really look so out of place? Like I don't enjoy getting drunk off my ass at my own brother's wedding?”

Brother? Shit.

I thought I recognized those big blue eyes somewhere. I did a quick turn, looking over my shoulder, and saw Firefly dancing in a slow, drunken, lovestruck embrace with his new woman.

The impossible just became un-fucking-thinkable.

“Holy Hannah,” I said with a smirk, turning back to her. “So, that's who you are? Little Hannah Davis? Fuck...you must've been going to your first prom last time I saw you ridin' on the back of Firefly's bike.”

“Ain't so little anymore, Dusty.”

“No, darlin'.”No you ain't,I think to myself, admiring her like a slow sip of good whiskey.

How that skinny little girl filled out, sprouted tits as big as melons, had to be one of the great mysteries of the universe. Couldn't see her hips or legs, hiding under the table, but damn if I didn't want to.

“Are you just going to ogle me all evening, or ask me to dance?” Her glass went to her hot red lips, draining the last of her drink.

For a chance to see those legs, and feel every hot inch of her pressed against me? I'd dance the fuckin' waltz.

“Come on,” I said, extending a hand.

I pulled her up and we walked out to the little patio, where several other couples mingled. Most of the brothers had one or two sluts hanging on their arms, except for the two boys hitched to their old ladies.

Lion and Tin, our two newest brothers, were too busy sucking face with their girls to call it a dance anymore. Insane, really, because they'd both got beaten to shit a little while ago during a run-in with the Atlanta Torches MC.

Classic rock blasted through the outdoor stereo. A swarm of fireflies lit up the night all around us, like they'd come down from heaven to pay homage to Hannah's bigbrother on his wedding night.

“Firefly talks about you every so often,” I said, grabbing her waist and pulling her in, swaying with her to the beat. “You're some hot shot, globe trekking, caviar snorting businesswoman now, yeah?”

“Close.” She looked up, bathing me in eyes as big and blue as marbles. “I like to live fast and hard these days. Something you know a few things about with business and all, I'm sure.”

“Darlin', I was born in it. You had to learn. I'm impressed.”

Just then, my dick was pretty damned impressed with those hips. Turning in my arms, she teased me, pushing my hands back across her belly. Next few beats, and her ass started moving into my crotch, dangerously close to grinding.

Didn't know if I was harder because she looked so good, or because she was a brother's sis. One more wicked, taboo thrill I didn't need to save my ass from trouble.

“Seen your face on some of the billboards,” I growled into her ear. “Even here in Knoxville. Every girl with a phone is using your app, prowling for dick. You're something else, using your own sweet face for marketing your hookup machine.”

“Mm-hmm,” she purred, bending her sweet ass into me again. “It's not for sex, you know. It's for casual, low pressure, flirty and fun meetings for busy professionals and –“

“Yeah, yeah. Firefly sang the jingle for us a few weeks ago.Need a date? Take a date! Got a minute? Get a drink!” Lending her a hand, I watched her turn around as the song wrapped up, reciting her ad's tag-line. “Don't tell me you're using that thing to find yourself boyfriends, too.”

She smiled slowly, drifting into my arms, pushing her hands across my neck. “Don't need to. Believe it or not, the straight-laced business guys and marathon runners on there ain't my type.”

“No? Then who the fuck is?”

I already had a good idea, but I wanted her lips to do the talking. They did, a second later, when she brought her face so close to mine I could feel her breath on my lips.

“Don't play dumb, Dusty. I like my guys big as trees and fearless, but never stupid. My brother's found himself a girl because she knows he's got a brain underneath the muscles and ink. He wouldn't stay in this club if that weren't true for all his brothers.”

“Babe, you know it,” I growled. “Any man who's stupid doesn't get far with this patch. Ain't just our fancy app that vets people. We do it the old fashioned way.”

Honestly, only thing I wanted to vet right now was how wet she'd be if I pushed my hand up her skirt. Fuck, I couldn't hold back any more.

Whatever had gotten into her tonight, the booze or the break from business, I never wasted time when there was a woman down to fuck in front of me. My hand snaked down her spine, spreading flat at the top of her hips, before gliding lower.

She'd never need any help from a computer to find a man withthesehips. Hell no.

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