Love, Loyalty & Mayhem: A Motorcycle Club Romance Anthology

by Ryan Michele

Her fingers twist in my hair. “Well, I, uh, kinda changed my mind.”

  “Jesus, woman. You trying to give me a heart attack?”

  She giggles and starts unbuttoning the top of her dress. I set her down and close her bedroom door. Thank fuck there’s a lock, because I flick that too. “Just in case.”

  She laughs some more and tosses her dress in the direction of an overflowing hamper. “Sorry for the mess.”

  “I couldn’t give a fuck. I’m only interested in you, Shelby.” My hungry eyes sweep over every exposed inch of her. Really digging the sexy black lace bra that gives me a glimpse of her sweet pink nipples. “God damn, you’re sexy.”

  “Thank you.” She curls her index finger, calling me to the bed. It’s a double bed. Small, but doable. Fuck, I think I’d fuck her on the floor right about now if that was my only option.

  She slides my cut off and gently places it on her desk. I like the way she knows to treat it with care and not just toss it aside.

  “Come here.” I cup her cheeks with my hands and lean down to take her lips. Her eager little hands slide up under my shirt, pushing it up. “Eager much?” I tease, taking it off and tossing it on the desk.

  “Yes. I’ve been turned on all afternoon. I thought I was going to explode when you swaggered into the diner tonight.”

  Shit, there’s something really sweet about that. No games or coy hesitation. But she’s not overly aggressive like a club girl on the prowl either.

  Her hands skim around the waistband of my jeans and I work the belt loose.

  “Rooster?”

  “Yeah?”

  “What’s your name? Your real name,” she clarifies.

  “Who says it’s not Rooster?”

  She glances at the bed. “I just—”

  I get it. She doesn’t want to sleep with someone whose name she doesn’t know. Can’t remember the last girl I was with who gave a shit about stuff like that. “Logan. Logan Randall.”

  “Logan. I like that.”

  Stripped down to my boxer briefs now, I stretch out on her bed. “Come get your ride, little girl.”

  She laughs. “There’s nothing little about me.”

  “Next to me there is. Now get up here.” I sit up and grab her hand, dragging her onto the bed. She kneels next to me and traces her fingers down my chest.

  “Are you sure?”

  “About wanting that pretty pussy of yours in my face? Fuck yeah, I am.”

  She chuckles again. Really love the sound of her laugh.

  I hook my fingers in her little black panties. “Take these off for me.”

  She wiggles out of them and also stops to unhook her bra.

  “Fuck.” I scrub my hand over my face. “How are you even hotter than I remembered?”

  Instead of answering, she grips my cock through my shorts. “I’m wondering if I imagined how big this monster really is.”

  “Go ahead and verify.”

  She works my briefs down my legs and my cock springs up, excited to see her again.

  “Rooster,” she whispers, using both hands to stroke up and down my shaft. Leaning over, she takes me in her mouth and my hips jerk.

  “Fuck.” My fingers tangle in her hair. This wasn’t quite how I saw things going, but I’m certainly not complaining.

  She keeps up the sweet torture until I’m ready to blow.

  “Stop. Stop. Get up here.”

  10

  Shelby

  I swipe my hand over my lips. “You taste good.” Maybe that’s a weird thing to say, but I can’t help it. Rooster doesn’t seem to mind.

  The intensity in his eyes ratchets up another notch. “Climb on up here.”

  The pleasure he’d given me earlier was so intense, that I’m almost scared. Not scared enough to turn him down. Just enough to make my heart beat faster.

  He guides me up over his chest. Flexing his sinfully sculpted arms, he lifts me until I’m hovering over his face. “That’s it. Come to me,” he encourages.

  The first touch of his tongue against my flesh is a jolt of electricity to my system. “Uh,” I gasp, my hips jerking forward.

  He hums an encouraging noise and I brace my hands against the wall.

  After that, it’s game on. He’s completely focused on licking, kissing, and tasting every inch of me. Not just my core. He stops to take soft nibbles and licks of my inner thighs, my mound. No portion of me is left untouched. All my nerve endings fire up, leaving me trembling and close to orgasming again.

  “Rooster.” My voice comes out with a desperate, breathy urgency.

  He makes some encouraging noises that sound like come. Maybe I’m too wound up from today, but my orgasm remains just out of reach no matter how much pressure he applies to my clit, Finally, he slips two fingers inside me and I shudder with relief. He keeps sucking at my clit while I grind myself against his face. His beard tickles my thighs, adding to the flood of sensations.

  “Rooster, I’m—” The rest of my words are lost to crying and moaning in relief. “Oh my God,” I mutter over and over.

  “Shelby,” he rasps, voice raw with desperation. “Need you on my dick, sugar.”

  “God yes.” I shimmy down his body, eager for more, then stop. “Do you have condoms?”

  He lifts up and I admire the flex and ripple of his stomach muscles. “Jeans.”

  “Good, I don’t think the ones I have will fit you.”

  He falls back on the bed laughing as I snag the jeans and yank the little foil squares out of his pocket. I hand one to him and he flips me on my back. After rolling the condom on, he kisses his way up my body, stopping to lick and nibble spots that make me writhe under him. Finally, he straddles my hips.

  I’m so wet and eager, I shamelessly spread my legs wide. Doesn’t stop him from teasing me by dragging his cock up and down my slit a few times.

  “Logan, please.”

  A shift of his hips lines us up perfectly. With agonizing slowness, he sinks inside. We fit together so right. A tight fit. But perfect. We both groan and his lips meet mine. His hips keep rolling at that teasing, slow pace designed to drive me wild.

  Heat races over every exposed inch of my skin. He twines his fingers with mine and pulls my arms over my head. With one hand he pins my wrists to the bed. He clutches my hip with his free hand and drives into me harder.

  I’ve never experienced anything like this before. There’s the amazing physical connection. But something else bubbles below all our amazing chemistry.

  My nerve endings tingle and sizzle. I’m close to going off again. He accelerates, hooking his arm behind my knee. “Fuck me back, Shelby,” he whispers against my lips.

  I buck against his thrusts and gasp at the swelling pleasure.

  “That’s a girl. Harder,” he encourages.

  He rams into me with such force, I’m sure I’ll splinter apart. At the last second, he captures my gaze. The steady eye contact pushes me over the edge. He groans and thrusts harder, letting out a stream of beautiful curses as he explodes inside me.

  He keeps moving and groaning and finally slows his frantic movements. He drops his forehead to my chest and places a kiss between my breasts.

  “You’re unreal, Shelby,” he murmurs.

  Carefully, he holds the base of the condom and slips free. “Give me a second.”

  Too content to speak, I watch him go. After a minute, I jump up and use the bathroom. He’s returning from the kitchen with a glass of water when I open the door.

  “I was worried you left.”

  He scowls. “Not fucking likely.” He stays rooted to the spot, his gaze roaming over my nude body.

  “You’re more beautiful than I deserve.”

  I take the water and sip slowly before answering. “I doubt that.”

  “You all right with me staying?” He follows me back to my room.

  I scoot to the side of the bed against the wall to make room for him. “I’ll be offended if you don’t.”

  He snaps off the lig
ht and stretches out next to me. “Come here.”

  Our breaths mingle together and within seconds I’m out cold.

  11

  Rooster

  Steady thumps and shouts pull me from sleep. Shelby’s soft, warm naked body is still sprawled out against me. I allow my hands to wander over her curves for a few seconds before noticing the ruckus outside again.

  What the fuck?

  Afraid whoever it is will wake her, I reach down and snatch up my jeans.

  “Rooster?” Her morning rough voice is sexy-as-fuck and I’m ready to pin her down and fuck her speechless again.

  “I think someone’s at your door.”

  She wrinkles her nose and glances at the clock. “Shoot, I never set my alarm. I’m late.”

  She’s squirrelly about telling me where she’s working tonight. Maybe she’s a stripper and she’s embarrassed? But I don’t get that vibe from her. Plus, she doesn’t seem to own anything with glitter or sequins on it.

  Tipsy Saddle. Isn’t that where one of the cops said she’d be tonight? Sounds like a bar. Maybe she’s a topless waitress? Certainly, has the tits for the job.

  Guys would be tripping over themselves to get at her.

  Fuck, the idea of beating guys off her heats my blood.

  The pounding on the front door starts up again. I stalk out to the living room and yank open the door.

  The douchebag I didn’t punch nearly enough yesterday, Brad, is on the other side. He recoils the second he sees me.

  “Where’s Shelby?”

  “Not your concern.”

  “Brad?” Shelby yells. “What are you doing here?”

  “You fucking slut! Took me two months to pry open your legs but you’re fucking this guy—”

  I cut off his insults by wrapping a hand around his neck, choking off his air supply. “Say one more word to her and I’ll snap your motherfucking head off. We clear?”

  He nods once and gasps. His hands claw at my arm, but I’m not done.

  “You two are over. You stop by, call her, do anything to bother her ever again, I’ll fucking end you.”

  His head moves a millimeter or two. I’m grasping too tight for him to nod properly. “Yes,” he gasps.

  “Good.” I throw him to the ground, and he crab crawls away a few feet before standing.

  His lips part to throw more nasty words at Shelby and I’m right up in his face again. “Do it and I’ll beat you to death on her front lawn.”

  Finally, he holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m going.”

  I wait and watch him leave before going back inside.

  “Thank you,” Shelby whispers. “I’m sorry.”

  “What are you sorry for? He’s the asshole.”

  She shrugs.

  “You need a ride?”

  “No. I called and let them know I’m running late. Come inside so I can make you breakfast.” She leans up and kisses my cheek. “I at least owe you some eggs after all those magnificent orgasms you gave me.”

  “Magnificent, huh?” I slam the door behind us and follow her into the kitchen.

  12

  Shelby

  “I’m so sorry!” I yelp as I hurry inside the back door of the Tipsy Saddle.

  Trent’s waiting right inside and scowls at me. “You’re never late. Everything okay?”

  “Broke up with Brad.”

  “’Bout time. He ain’t worth two cents, Shelby. Never was good enough for ya.”

  Yeah, the few times I’d brought Brad to rehearsal, he’d managed to alienate every member of my back up band. Even Trent who’s the most laid-back person ever.

  “You all right?”

  I blush and duck my head. “I kind of met someone. It’s a long story.”

  “Tell me later. The guys are getting restless.”

  I hurry to the stage and check my equipment. Trent has everything ready and rarin’ to go. “Thank you.”

  “No problem.” He picks up his guitar and lifts his chin.

  I don’t need to look at the list. I know it by heart.

  After rehearsal, my manager stops by to discuss tour plans. I still can’t believe I have an actual manager. But Greg’s been helpful to me over the last month.

  For the rest of the day, I help get the bar ready to open. My mother stops by and takes me out to lunch.

  “I’m guessing you had a sleepover?” she asks.

  “What makes you say that?”

  “The condom wrappers in your room.”

  “Mom! Jesus. Really?”

  She snickers and sips her drink. “I hope it was Rooster and not Brad.”

  “Yes, it was Rooster. Brad and I are done.”

  “Good. That boy was all hat and no cattle.”

  I snort at her description of Brad.

  “Rooster looks like he’s all cattle,” she adds.

  “Why are you so happy about me having a fling with a guy who’s leaving town in a couple of weeks?”

  “Because now isn’t the time for you to be tied down. You’ve got a big tour and all sorts of opportunities opening up. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have some fun. Just be careful.”

  Sure, my mom’s own dreams were ruined when she got pregnant with me. I get it, even if the reminder stings. “Is he going to come watch you tonight?”

  “No, I didn’t even tell him.”

  “What? Why not?”

  I shrug, not sure I can put it into words. It was nice being with someone who didn’t know anything about the last year of my life. Clearly, Rooster didn’t consume a lot of reality television. Just the kind of person I needed in my life right now.

  13

  Rooster

  Fuck, that’s good.

  The double shot of tequila had been served to me between two giant tits. The bartender seemed to serve everyone that way, so I wasn’t special. Although she’d made it clear she’d be more than willing to sneak in the back and suck me off if I wanted.

  Normally, I’d be jamming my cock down her throat a few minutes after that type of offer. Tonight, the only woman on my mind is one particular tiny blonde. One I’ve been searching for ever since we arrived.

  Murphy and his old lady, Heidi tagged along tonight. Doubt they’ll stay long, but I appreciated the company. Heidi’s a smart, thoughtful old lady. Grew up around the club since her brother’s the treasurer of our upstate charter. Loyal as fuck to the club, even though she’s barely twenty-one. Can’t blame Murphy one bit for claiming her ass as soon as he could.

  Jigsaw, Ravage, and Sparky also rode with us. They’re busy prowling the bar in search of non-clubwhore pussy. I should’ve set Jiggy loose on the bartender who can’t seem to grasp that I’m not interested.

  The lights blink and go down, plunging the bar into darkness.

  Murphy elbows me. “Guess they actually use that stage.”

  There’d been some sign about “live music” tonight. Heidi had shown more interest in it than any of us. I turn around with the barest amount of interest, still irritated I haven’t seen Shelby yet.

  A spotlight shines down on the stage. Four figures saunter out and fiddle with instruments.

  The crowd gasps and rushes forward. Over the small pack of fans, familiar blonde curls bounce into view.

  Shelby?

  “How y’all doing tonight!?” she shouts at the crowd.

  I sit up to take a better look. She’s wearing an innocent enough flowered dress with brown suede cowboy boots covered in long fringe. Underneath the pounds of makeup and big hair, I recognize my Shelby.

  “Oh!” Heidi bounces up and down. “The sign outside the door said one of the winners of Redneck Roadhouse Star is performing live tonight. That must be her.”

  I turn and stare at her. “Redneck what?”

  She shrugs. “Some reality country music star-finding show. I only watched it once or twice.”

  Shelby’s some kind of reality television star? A singer?

  Reality television, hell television in genera
l, isn’t something I waste my time with. If she’s so famous, why’s she slinging cinnamon rolls at that cheap diner?

  The music starts up. Same kind of twangy shit that’s been assaulting my ears since we invaded Texas. Not that country music isn’t popular in New York, but down here it seems to be a religion.

  Then Shelby opens her mouth and the voice of an angel floats out. Corny as fuck? Maybe. I don’t exactly know how else to describe what I’m hearing.

  All her shyness seems to evaporate onstage. She vibrates with the bold sass I’ve witnessed a few times. Big voice, big personality on stage. Fucking beautiful.

  Most days I’d rather shoot myself than listen to country music, but I could listen to Shelby caress that microphone all damn night.

  Why didn’t she tell me?

  Because you’re just a fuck.

  I know I’d made it clear I wasn’t sticking around for long, but I thought we connected enough for her to tell me she’s kind of a big deal.

  Christ, it’s been what, forty-eight hours and I’ve turned into a whiny pussy over this chick? I should be thrilled she’s only interested in me as a dick to ride and nothing more.

  During one part of the performance, the guitarist leans up against her, and they share some sort of look while singing a duet. Maybe it’s all an act, but the dude seems to be in love with her. Is it for the crowd? Are they involved?

  Does it matter? Maybe not, but it sure annoys the shit out of me.

  The place fills up with more and more people. Doesn’t seem to be any sort of security keeping things in check. I keep my eye on the door in case Brad decides to show his face.

  Jigsaw leans up against me and slaps my back. “Isn’t that your girl?”

  “Yup.”

  “You didn’t tell us she was famous.”

  “I didn’t know,” I grumble.

  “She’s good.”

  “Yeah.” Shelby fascinates me on several different levels. I’ve never met a woman quite like her.

  The band goes through several more songs before the lights go out again. People crowd the edge of the stage waiting for Shelby to sign stuff or take photos with them. I sit back and watch as she interacts with the crowd. Her fans, I guess.