Page 58 of Never Wed an Outlaw

I wanted to demolish her tonight, and build her up as mine. More beautiful, more sexy, more sweet than ever before. But my body wouldn't let me do it in one go. When her cunt clenched my dick again, I lost it.

“Fuck, darlin', I'm coming!” My cock ballooned while I snarled the words.

My balls slapped her one more time while I drove in, held it, and let the wave pour out of me, into my bride's womb. Hot, thick fire erupted in steady, wild jerks.

I came like a motherfucker deep inside my wife for the first time, and kept on doing it long after my seed slipped out the space between us, spilled onto the sheets, and carried us deeper into bliss. We fucked for a small eternity, grunting our pleasure, grinding our flesh, whispering each other's names through clenched teeth.

When it was finally done and I pulled out half-hard, I wondered if a man could get so hot he'd fuck right through his woman's birth control. If it happened...we'd figure it out.

I took her in my arms, stroking her brow, wiping away the sweat and breathing in the scent of sex. “You're gonna kill me in this bed one of these days, darlin'. Least I'll die happy.”

“Sorry, no room for death anytime soon,” she said, squeezing my hand, resting her head against my chest. “There's just you and me tonight, Dusty. No reapers allowed.”

“Deal. No fuckin' reapers. I'm a helluva lot more interested in making a life for us than taking anybody else's.”

She cooed her agreement into my muscle. I stroked her hair softly, imagining my old man standing in the corner, shaking his head in sick disapproval at what I'd just said.

He'd raised me to be a badass, a killer, his successor in Dixie's meanest MC. I'd lived half my life doing it, but I'dalways let the good outweigh the blood.

Now, that went double. For the first time in forever, his ghost didn't haunt me. I never gave it a second thought by the time she turned her face to me, begging to be kissed.

Three Weeks Later

The mansion was justa distant memory. We didn't have the crew to guard it twenty-four seven, run all our biz, and keep tracking the Sicilians, so Hannah moved in with me. My house meant a smaller space to cover, and less chance anybody unexpected tracked her down without making their presence known in town first, asking for intel.

If sharing the same bed every night seemed like paradise, then having her there in my own place was nirvana.

We took things slowly at first. She worked hard on her machine when I wasn't around, always protected by a couple prospects. I showed up around the clubhouse again, taking club business by the horns. I made sure we kept our coin rolling in, despite the distractions.

Ma? Shescreamedwhen I finally introduced them, and explained what we'd done. Left out the part about the savage, relentless bastards we had to deal with. I told her we'd eloped, gone off and done our own thing, while we figured out how to break the news to the club and everybody else in our lives.

Ma gave me plenty of shit about that. Thankfully, it didn't last long. By the end of the evening, I saw the twofavorite women in my life chattering away over chai tea lattes. Ma stopped to wipe tears from her old eyes when she thought nobody was looking.

The unthinkable had happened. Her son was married. Such a surprising, surreal, and beautiful happening it nearly brought a tear to my eyes, too.

As for the club...not so fuckin' easy.

I waited for all my boys to come home, get back to work for several days, before I decided to do church. We were three weeks in since we'd moved the wife none of them knew I had to my place.

Firefly took more time away with Cora's baby coming. When I gaveled the briefing open that day, I should've seen his blows coming, before they hit me in the face. A new baby puts stress on the strongest man, pressure I hoped I'd know personally one fine day, so he had good reason to be extra wound up.

“Boys, there's been a few developments while you were off having fun. I handled it myself 'til now because I wasn't gonna shit on anyone's honeymoon.” I paused, searching their reactions, taking a long pull from the fresh tobacco in my pipe.

“Tell me it ain't the Deads.” Joker's gaze shifted over. Having his revenge and gaining a family drained a lot of his venom, but something still lingered, a lifelong urge to destroy anybody wearing the Deadhands MC patch.

“Nah. Our friends down yonder in Georgia can barely even find what's left of 'em since we took down Hatch and his crew. This is something different.”

Yeah,different.Good candidate for understatement of the year.

“Fuck it. There's no way to say it that's gonna please everybody, so I'm just laying it out,” I growled, choosing my next words very carefully. “Hannah's in trouble.”

Firefly nearly hit the fuckin' ceiling. He stood up, his big hands gripping the edge of the table. If there was ever a time to slam the gavel, calling for order, it was now.

Skin, Lion, Crawl, and Tin jumped up behind him, took him by the arms. I wondered if four burly men would be enough to stop him from turning the room upside down.

“She took a loan from the Sicilian Brotherhood.” I said it coldly, listening to men shake their heads and hiss between their teeth. “It was an honest mistake. Something she did when she was young and dumb, before she made all her money, and now it's caught up with her. Me and the prospects were protecting her house when we took down two vicious motherfuckers there to kill her. We got them first, and dumped their bodies off in the usual places. Brothers, it's a clusterfuck, no bones about it. But she's asking for a favor, and I'm willing to answer. She needs our help, and she's going to get it.”

“You two-faced weasel sonofabitch! First you fuck her, then you hide this?” Firefly roared, his spittle flying several feet through the air. He strained in the brothers' arms, trying to break away like a bull charging through a crowd.

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