Page 85 of Never Wed an Outlaw

I had about thirty seconds to catch my breath before he grabbed me with both hands, shifted my body under him, and kicked down his pants. He drove into me, pushing my legs apart with his hips, grinding his pubic bone hard against my clit. That little patch of hair above his cock burned like sweet sandpaper, forcing another moan from my lips.

“Please, Dusty,” I whimpered. “Please come. Fill me. I need to feel you –“

Growling, he pushed a calloused hand across my mouth, a new arrogant quirk in his lips. “You know who gives the orders, darlin'. That game we started months ago at Firefly's wedding, trying to see who had better control?”

He thrust into me harder, making me squirm, my legs twitching against his with wild, wanton need.

“Never ended,” he said, a wicked smile spreading his lips. “You're a wild one, Hannah. I'm one lucky sonofabitch. Get to spend the rest of my life taming every inch of you, making you come every which way I want, never giving you that seed you crave 'til you fuck it outta me.”

Evil, beautiful bastard. I loved the challenge.

Secretly, we both did.

I pushed my face into his palm, probing his skin. My teeth dug into his hand. A love bite, perfectly timed to my hips rising to meet his. Faster, harder, ready to blow through another mind bending orgasm if it caused him to let go.

This wasn't human fucking anymore, not lovers on a misty, still southern night.

We wereanimals.We mated like possessed fiends, frolicking a little closer to delicious exhaustion every second.

His hand went up my shirt, shoved aside my loosened bra, and pinched my nipple. His fingers rolled it hard – just as hard as his next few thrusts, which shook the entire truck.

I thought he'd fuck me until the wheels came off when I couldn't hold back. My head tipped back into the leather seat, and I started screaming again, loving the rough tug of my hair his fist delivered.

This time, I wasn't alone. “You're a damned wildcat tonight. All right, beautiful. Here it fuckin' comes!”

My pussy seized, clenched, and sent its convulsions into every other muscle all over again when his cock swelled deep inside me.

Growling, bucking, sweating, cursing, we came together. His seed pumped hot, echoing the storm in our blood, our breath, our very souls. Dusty filled me with the same rough vigor as he'd injected his essence into my life.

Live.

Love.

Conquer.

Those stark words echoed in my head again and again, never fading until the bliss wracking my whole body began to wane. Dusty's fist in my hair became tender fingers again, stroking it, showering me in slower, sensual kisses as we came back to earth.

“Love you, darlin'. Love you so damned much,” he spoke slowly, saying the words in between catching his breath.

“I love you, Dusty. Love you like nothing else. You and our kids are my everything.”

“Kids?” He pushed his forehead to mine, quirking an eyebrow. “So, you're on board with six now like we talked about, right?”

He knew I'd only agreed to three, maybe four babies, tops. Laughing, I punched his arm, settling into his huge embrace.

He hadn't even pulled out of me yet. If anything, it felt like he was getting hard again. He'd probably demand a second round before we hit the road.

It might be early morning by the time we got into the cabin, but so what?

This was our night. Our marriage. Our love, bigger and bolder than the infinite soft darkness all around us, and thicker than the mountain forest.

As long as I had eyes to see, lips to kiss, and ears to hear his wicked words, I'd never stop loving this man. Never stop loving it when he whispered in my ear, and said the wordmine.

And maybe this week, just this once, I'd admit he had a little more control over this sexy business than me. A woman had to fluff her husband's ego sometimes, after all.

After everything he'd done for me, and everything still ahead, my outlaw man deserved it.