Never Kiss an Outlaw

By: Nicole Snow
Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love)




Never kiss an outlaw, they said. Easy advice, until the day my father's dirty secrets made me property of the Deadly Pistols Motorcycle Club.

Easy, until I came face-to-face with the beautiful bastard who makes me burn with every glance. Firefly.

I tried to fight it. Threw every insult in the world his way, hoping to hide how bad my lips were begging to be kissed.

Now, I'm losing the battle. Completely.

I turned his life upside down. His cocky, unbelievable promises are flipping mine right-side up.

He says he's going to make me his. I'm going to love it. And he isn't taking no for an answer.

I should slap him upside the head. Instead, I'm becoming a believer in his caveman promises because I can't keep my hands off him...


No more games. I cut Cora a hundred kinds of slack when she landed in my world, one that's too twisted for a sheltered spitfire.

I laughed at the sass and smears coming out of her mouth 'til the day the Prez made me her bodyguard. Then I put an end to her crap.

I protected her. I laid down the law.

One raging kiss shut her up for good. Never expected what came next, this urge to rip off her clothes, throw her on my bike, and own her.

The monsters coming after her, they're already dead. It's the future that counts, and there's only one I'll live.

Cora, she'll get my ink on her skin. She'll wear my ring. She'll have my kid.

I'm taking what's mine, taking her night after night, and she's gonna get used to my lips on hers forever.

The Outlaw Love books are stand alone romance novels featuring unique lovers and happy endings. No cliffhangers! This is Firefly and Cora's story in the Deadly Pistols MC series.

I: Fireball (Firefly)

My dick never quit.

I had my second fuck of the day under me, squirming like a cat in heat, just the way I liked them. Blonde, curvy, a tramp stamp on her ass.

Her green eyes flashed as they rolled back in her head, begging me to slam her harder.

Fuck yes, I obliged.

“Shit, baby, open those legs wider. All for me. It'll feel better when you start getting the shakes.” I shifted, grabbed her heels, and threw her legs over my shoulders.

She screamed when I plunged deeper. One-two-three.

She moaned in perfect sync to my balls slapping loud on her ass. Rhythmic, wild, and hot as fuckin' lava.

My cock owned every inch of her soft wetness, stretching her a little more each time I dug in to the hilt. I always left my mark on a woman, one way or another. Inside and out. Once they'd taken my dick, they'd never be fit for anything less.

One-two-three. Her overpainted lips popped open, making her moans louder. Bitch thrashed, clawing at the sheets around her.

One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-fucking-three.

“Fireball!” Slut practically screamed it as I felt her heat gush wetter around me.

She couldn't remember my name. Fuck if I cared. When I was this deep in pussy, bringing us both off like a champ, a girl could've called me Santa Claus.

That shit went both ways. I'd stopped remembering their names the second we had enough small talk to get her hand on the bulge in my jeans. This one...fuck, I couldn't even remember the first syllable of her name.

I growled, pushed her over the edge, and brought her home.

The bed shook like it was about to break. My balls clapping her ass must've set off something wild inside her. She went ballistic, raked her nails down my back, thrashing like she'd lost her mind.

I let go with a roar. The rubber wrapped around me swelled something fierce. My load shot hot and deep, saved from pouring in her womb only by the sheath. I ground my pubic bone hard into her clit, making her sputter the mangled name over and over again like a damned chorus.

Always counted on those fucking things holding. The last thing I needed was to end up like my old man – knocking up a biker bitch too blasted out of her mind to deal with a hellspawn like me.

Fireball! Fireball! Fireball!

My balls throbbed, ached, and spat more fire. Shakes were an understatement when this girl's legs started twitching. They shook like I'd reached down and sent a damned current through her.

That pussy clenched me tight, and I smiled through my release, loving the lightning I'd created.

She came for what felt like five minutes, only stopping when I had to pull out to discard the shit holding my seed.

“Holly hell. Jesus. Wow.!” Blondie twisted underneath me, reached up, and smiled.

Gave her a playful pat on the cheek before I turned around, tied up the condom, and threw it into the beat up can across my room.

Mission accomplished. Thirty-four years on this earth, and I'd satisfied the greedy bastard below the belt one more time.

I stood up, hearing her coo when she caught a view of my ass. She already wanted more.