Hard as an Outlaw (Book 2): Devil's Fighters MC, #2

By Paula Cox

This is book 2 of the Devil's Fighters MC romance series! Book 3 of this dark motorcycle club romance is available everywhere now!

 

No one does it as hard as an outlaw.

 

I broke her to save her.

She might never forgive me, but I know what I did was right.

But seeing her again rekindles the inferno of my desire.

And I'll set the world on fire to claim her once again.

 

PRINCE

 

Leaving her was the hardest thing I ever had to do.

But it was the only way to truly protect her.

The feelings I left behind never died, however.

 

And now that she's back, I'm determined to finish what I started.

This time, no one is going anywhere.

 

And if my enemies think they can pry her away from me, they'd better be armed and ready.

Because I'll fight a war to protect what's mine.

 

ALYSSA

 

My parents' funeral brought me home.

But memories of heartbreak in my hometown are threatening to overwhelm me.

And Prince is the devil starring in my nightmare.

 

He tore my heart to pieces when he left.

No goodbye, no explanation.

Just vanished into an MC underworld where I could not follow.

 

I swore every day that I'd never give him a second chance.

But when he takes me in his arms again, I'm forced to admit the truth to myself:

 

I'll never stop loving him.

Even if it takes me to the very gates of hell.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393627050

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Hard as an Outlaw: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Devil’s Fighters MC Book 2)

By Paula Cox

NO ONE DOES IT AS HARD as an outlaw.

I broke her to save her.

She might never forgive me, but I know what I did was right.

But seeing her again rekindles the inferno of my desire.

And I’ll set the world on fire to claim her once again.

PRINCE

Leaving her was the hardest thing I ever had to do.

But it was the only way to truly protect her.

The feelings I left behind never died, however.

And now that she’s back, I’m determined to finish what I started.

This time, no one is going anywhere.

And if my enemies think they can pry her away from me, they’d better be armed and ready.

Because I’ll fight a war to protect what’s mine.

ALYSSA

My parents’ funeral brought me home.

But memories of heartbreak in my hometown are threatening to overwhelm me.

And Prince is the devil starring in my nightmare.

He tore my heart to pieces when he left.

No goodbye, no explanation.

Just vanished into an MC underworld where I could not follow.

I swore every day that I’d never give him a second chance.

But when he takes me in his arms again, I’m forced to admit the truth to myself:

I’ll never stop loving him.

Even if it takes me to the very gates of hell.

Chapter 1

Prince’s body was not like coming home either. It had changed, too, and if you asked Alyssa, it had changed for the better. He always had a smoking body, but back then it had been the body of a boy. This was the body of a man, and it was driving Alyssa wild just to run her fingers over it. Prince was lithe, muscular, and powerful. Perfect.

So perfect, in fact, that Alyssa didn’t even comment on the Devil’s Fighters’ red Satan tattooed on his muscular, flawless back. It was like having sex with a wet dream, except that Prince lying on top of her on the kitchen’s floor in her parents’ house was very, very real.

For a split second, Alyssa considered telling him just how often she had fantasized about him being on top of her, but she quickly decided to keep her mouth shut. Besides, her mouth was busy kissing him or gasping for breath as his lips went on an exploration trip of her body.

His breath on his skin was warm, and it was almost enough to drive her mad right then and there. Every now and then that annoying little voice in her head would pop up, telling her to push him away, telling her that this was madness and that she would so regret it in the morning. But she shushed it quickly each time, because for once in her life Alyssa didn’t want to think—she just wanted to feel.

And it was impossible not to feel Prince. He was everywhere—over her, around her. In that moment, he was all of her perceptions, and Alyssa decided that she wanted it that way. In fact, she couldn’t wait for him to also be inside of her.

I dare you, Prince said as his hands traveled down her belly and his fingers began to dance in a tantalizing rhythm. Tell me that you don’t care about me. Tell me you want me out of your house and out of your life. I dare you, Aly. He smirked down at her, his dimples making him impossibly sexy. Tell me not to call you Aly.

Alyssa didn’t say any such things. She looked up at him, enthralled. Even if she had been able to find her voice and say anything to him at all, she realized then with startling clarity that all she wanted was for him to never walk out of her life again.

She didn’t tell him that either. Instead, she told him, Shut up.

Not very sexy, perhaps, but it did the trick. Prince’s grin widened. Yes, ma’am, he said, and he shuffled down until his head was at level with her navel.

Groaning in anticipation, Alyssa spread her legs to better accommodate him. Her whole body was on fire with a kind of energy she had not felt in a while—perhaps she had never really felt it at all. She craved Prince’s touch in a way that she had never craved any other man’s.

The tip of Prince’s tongue teased her navel, and he took his sweet time before he actually began to deliver what he was promising. He let his hands roam all over Alyssa’s naked figure, his fingertips leaving what felt like streaks of fire on her skin whenever they touched her. It was as if he was trying to learn her every curve with his hands, and Alyssa was more than happy to succumb to his sweet exploration.

Before he finally concentrated on her awaiting clitoris, Prince came up for yet another kiss, one of his hands cupping her cheek as he did so, his thumb stroking her cheekbone. There was a passion behind his every move that Alyssa had never experienced before, but there was also tenderness, a gentle touch that she could only hope stemmed from the same feelings for her that she had been harboring for him for over eight years despite her best efforts.

When he finally moved to the southern area of her body and stayed there for a while, Prince revealed herself to be a more skilled lover than Alyssa could ever have imagined. Once again, he took his sweet time, but Alyssa surely wasn’t in any hurry for him to finish. The tip of Prince’s tongue was a thing of beauty, teasing her in ways nobody had ever teased her before. It was a gradual process—gentle brushes of his tongue over her clitoris at first, followed by more energetic flicks and tantalizing little licks.

Prince knew that he couldn’t just rush into it. He knew Alyssa needed to feel that this wasn’t a race, but rather an experience they were enjoying together. Damn her if she knew how he knew that, but he did. He sure seemed to be enjoying every minute of his maneuver, gently but steadily coaxing her into readiness.

Alyssa had never had an orgasm from oral sex alone. In fact, she almost thought those oral sex-induced orgasms were mythological creatures, like gargoyles or chimeras, but she came incredibly close this time. In fact, she probably—and happily—would have tipped over the edge if Prince hadn’t stopped—so sudden that she could not hold back a groan of protest.

He grinned down at her. Don’t worry, Aly, he said, and once again she didn’t dream of correcting him. I’m not done with you.

I should hope not, Alyssa said, shivering in anticipation.

The tiles of the kitchen’s floor had been cool against her skin at first, but now they had grown warm with the heat of their naked bodies. For the first time since she had been back in Louisiana, Alyssa didn’t mind the heat one bit.

Prince once again moved to her mouth. She could taste herself on his lips, but she didn’t mind that either.

Do you want me to finish what I started? he asked, his voice rough with his own desire. He ran the tip of his index finger from her collar bone all the way down to her pelvis. Or do you want me inside you?

Oh God. I...uh... Try as she might, Alyssa found that she couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

Prince grinned. How about both?

Alyssa moaned her assent, and he didn’t have to be told twice. In no