Page 2 of Blood & Honey (Saint’s Outlaws MC: Deadman’s Beach, AL #2)

Chapter One

I can’t believe this is happening. Rough and greedy, Blood kisses me like his last breath depends on it. I’ve dreamed about this moment a million times over the past year. I never thought he’d see me this way. Romantically.

Reality is better than any fantasy I’ve conjured.

Sand grits between my toes as he kisses me deeper and harder. Wet with lots of tongue, his breath tastes like liquor and smoke. He smells of asphalt and leather.

Manly and savage.

Dangerous.

An outlaw.

Perfectly him.

Everything good girls are warned about, but I’m not a good girl.

I’m far from it.

I look at the darkness that swirls behind his eyes, and I crave it.

He makes me want to do bad things.

Very naughty things.

With him and only him.

Anyone could walk out onto this beach and catch us, but nothing else matters except becoming his.

Being desired by him. This biker, who somehow stole my heart, and soon will claim my virginity.

I look at him and can scarcely breathe. There’s never been a more beautiful man.

Yes, beautiful. So damn beautiful I could cry.

Dark green eyes that are so dark they are nearly black as ink.

Thick muscles covered in tattoos that scream danger.

Facial scruff that gives him pure sex appeal.

Rough hands that have done some damage. Possibly killed.

But right now, those rough digits are tracing along the curves of my breasts with care. With a need neither of us can deny.

He wants this.

I need this.

His tongue sweeps along mine. The way he kisses me is possessive and demanding. Downright feral.

He plunders my mouth and my body. Touching and tasting. Claiming and owning. He devours me.

“Tell me to stop,” his voice rasps against my lips, all deep and throaty. Sounding as though the idea of either of us putting an end to this would be physically painful.

Maybe it would because if Blood doesn’t take me soon I may die.

“I don’t want you to.” I kiss his stubbled jaw, loving the friction that greets me.

“This is reckless.”

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” I pull him closer, needing him more than I’ve needed anyone in my life. I’ve been in love with him since my sister first started bringing him around. I was always jealous of the way he’d look at her, and now...now he’s going to be mine.

All mine.

Blood is all I’ve ever wanted.

Shelby’s gone.

She walked away.

From him.

From me.

Her baby.

All of us.

It doesn’t matter that she had him first.

I’m going to have him last.

Now and forever.

I’m going to make him mine.

She betrayed him. All the things he said she did makes her the enemy, and if she’s an enemy of Blood and the club, then she’s dead to me too. He’s here. She’s not.

“We can’t do this.” He pulls away mid-kiss.

The loss of his lips on mine has me wanting to cry.

My skin so fevered. Sensitive. I nearly feel mad. Like I may truly lose my mind I’m so hot for him. “We can do anything we want. Who is going to stop us?”

He shakes his head, and I’m scared that if he walks away, I’ll never have this chance again. What if he never looks at me again the way he is right now? Like he’s hungry for me. Like maybe just maybe he loves me, too.

“Look at me.” I grab his chin and hold his gaze. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want me.” My heart pounds wildly against my chest. If he turns me down, I’ll never recover. He’s all I want.

All I need.

“It’s wrong.”

“Then let’s do it right. You said there are things you can only tell me if I’m your Ol’ Lady. So make me yours, Blood. Mark me. Claim me. Make me yours in all the ways that matter.”

“Don’t tempt me.” His gaze meets mine and I see an ocean of emotions staring back at me. The longing. The regret. The shame. The lust. But most of all I see hope. And dare I say love.

“What better revenge on my sister for whatever it is she’s done than to be with me? To claim her sister… to make me yours. Take everything from her like she has you.”

His nostrils flare, and I can tell I’m winning this war by the way he looks at me with pure raw hunger.

Like a big bad wolf about to devour his prey.

His teeth skim along the column of my throat. “Fuck, Ashley. My head is all messed up. I can’t think straight.” He takes a long pull from his flask.

“Then stop thinking and just feel.” I press the palm of his hand to my chest. “We don’t have to make sense. But I know and you know we both want this. You need me as badly as I want you. Feel me. Touch me. Show me you love me.”

He pulls away and stares at the ocean.“We should get out of here,” he whispers as the waves crash on the shore.

I should do a lot of things, but leaving this beach before he fucks me isn’t one of them.

“I’ve always loved you,” I confess. “It’s always going to be you for me.”

“Ashley,” he growls my name as though I’ve angered him. “You should aim higher.”

“You know what they say. The sky is the limit. You’re my sky.”

If he only knew, he’s my universe. The reason I breathe. So many times in my life I’ve wanted to disappear and be anyone else, and with one smile from him all the bad ceases to exist. His kisses could spark and end wars.

Begin and end lives.

“You don’t know what you want. You’ve got no idea of life outside of this town.” He shakes his head and I’m scared that he’s never going to look at me as anything more than Shelby’s little sister.

“The only life I want is with you.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Who are you to tell me what I do or don’t want? What I feel. What I crave. I want you, Blood. Any way I can have you. Make Shelby pay.”

“Don’t. Don’t cheapen this to being about her.”

“Isn’t that why you came? You were afraid she was the one texting me.”

“On the surface, yeah. Maybe that’s true, but deep down we both know that I couldn’t stand the thought of you in this dress with someone else’s hands on you.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“I want to hear you say it.” my bottom lips wobbles. My fingers tremble and ache to touch him.

“Because you’re mine.” The words I’ve longed for leave his lips, and I don’t care that he’s drunk. That he once loved my sister.

I meet his ravaged expression with one full of longing.

“Make me yours, Blood.”

“This is what you want? What you dream of and hope for? A life by my side? A life with an outlaw?”

“Be with me.”

“Not here. Not like this. You deserve better.”

“It’s what I want.”

He glances back toward the ocean, wearing an expression I can’t read as he tosses a shell toward the water and misses.

“I’ll ruin your life.”

“It’s mine to ruin.”

“You really want this?”

“It’s all I want.”

Something seems to settle within him. His expression softens, and he shoots me a sly grin.

“You’d really marry me?”

“In a heartbeat.” I press my fingertips to my heart and then to his lips.