“Yes.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “Do that again.”
He slides his hands up my ribs, gently cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.
Tingles of pleasure shiver down my spine. Hugging my knees to his sides, I sit up and ride him faster.
“Fuck yes.” He grabs my hips, urging on my movements. “Harder.”
Hot. I’m so hot all over. Sweat mists my skin. Tension expands into a deep ache. I’m so close to gratification. “So close. So close,” I chant.
“Yes,” he groans.
I glance down and his eyes are closed, head thrown back, jaw tight. My movements slow.
His eyes pop open. “Why’d you stop?”
“Am I hurting you?”
“What? No.” His hands slip into the curve of my waist. “Your pussy feels so fucking exquisite on my bare dick that I’m trying not to come like a virgin on prom night.”
Laughter bubbles out of me. “Exquisite is the last word I ever expected to come out of your mouth.”
He shoots a sexy glare at me.
I squeeze him with my inner muscles and he groans.
Gently, I shift back, slowly finding my rhythm again.
He curls his fingers around mine. “I always want you to come first, baby. But you’re making it really hard.”
I duck my head and laugh.
“Oh fuck,” he groans. “Don’t do that.”
I move faster, encouraged by his urgent noises. He slips his hand between my legs, his thumb circling my clit in a steady motion. “Oh!” I gasp. My hips jerk. I’m torn between seeking release and wanting to stretch out this feeling forever. I ignite, pleasure shooting a scorching path through my body.
“Love watching you come on my cock,” he says through clenched teeth.
“Don’t interrupt. Not done yet,” I whisper, working even harder.
His hips roll, punching up, giving me an extra boost. The second my movements slow and I catch my breath, he flips us without breaking our connection. He hikes my legs up, hooking his elbows under my knees and spreading me wide.
He pistons into me, hard and frantic, searching for his own release, grinding into me so hard he triggers another orgasm for me.
“Ah, fuck.” He lets out more of those sexy, humming, growly noises as he explodes into me, slowing his movements with erratic jerky thrusts.
Finally, he gathers me in his arms and presses his cheek against my sweaty chest. “Your heart’s racing,” he murmurs, kissing my breast.
“I wonder why,” I tease, gently running my fingers through his hair.
Still panting, I shift underneath him.
He pushes off me. “Didn’t mean to crush you.”
I hook my arm around his neck, dragging him back down. “I like the weight of you on top of me.”
Rooster
I can’t stop kissing Shelby.
Even though she said she was fine, I’m worried about my big ass crushing her small body into the mattress. I roll to the side, taking her with me so I can keep on kissing her.
“Umm.” She nuzzles against my chest.
“I don’t think I can move.”
She picks her head up. “Are you saying I screwed you into exhaustion?”
“Pretty much.” I slide my hand over her hip and pinch her ass.
Her soft laughter jiggles her body against mine. I bring my hand up, cupping her breast. “I didn’t worship you enough. You caught me by surprise.”
“You complainin’?”
“Hell no.” Now that I’m thinking with my head instead of my dick, I stroke my finger over her cheek. “Are we…are you okay?”
Her gaze drops to the mess we’ve made and she wrinkles her nose. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“You don’t have to worry.”
“I’m not worried about me. You made it clear before you had strong feelings about this.” Fuck, I really should’ve gone for the damn condom instead of being a selfish dick.
She sighs and rubs her forehead over my pec, hiding her face. “I have an IUD.”
“Oh.”
She peeks up but avoids my gaze. “They’re supposed to be super effective, but I worry anyway. Never can be too careful or whatever.” She still won’t meet my eyes.
There goes my chest squeezing again. Her trust in me is a gift I want to tuck into a box for safekeeping. “Hey.” I place my finger under her chin, tipping her head back. “I’ve always worn a condom and always tested negative for stuff. Just so you know.”
“Okay.” She blinks as if that had never occurred to her. That’s a good sign, I guess, since last night she was questioning how often I took part in clubhouse orgies. “I did too. The hospital, I mean. They ran all those tests.”
I lean in and kiss her forehead. “Come on. Let’s clean up. Then go find food. I’m starving.”
“Aww, did I use up all your energy?”
“Yes.” I roll out of bed and turn, holding out my hand to her. “Damn, you’re pretty all after-sex-y.”
Her lips twitch into a smile glowing with happiness that I’m damn glad to see after her panic attack last night. Not that I’m planning to bring it up but it’s still on my mind.
What will trigger her next time?
Chapter Twenty-Five
Rooster
I’ve never been religious but today I’m convinced heaven consists of watching your woman get dressed. Wearing nothing more than a steel-blue satin and lace bra with a pair of jeans, Shelby’s bent over, jamming her feet into her new boots. I’d offer to help, but I’m enjoying the view way too much for my tongue to function properly.
“What do you think?” Shelby stands and slaps her hands on her thighs, drawing my attention to her legs encased in tight blue denim. She turns from side to side, showing off the blue and gray boots.
“Sexy as fuck.” I’m really glad she got over whatever was bothering her yesterday and let me buy them for her.
She shakes out a steel-blue tank top and holds it to her chest, obscuring my view. “Shonda gave me one of these. Is it okay for me to wear it around?”
“Hell, yeah.” My charter has a similar shirt—our skull and crown with a simple LOKI spelled out underneath in big block letters. A way for brothers to identify her as important to the club without scaring civilians with large, obvious MC symbols. “You’re supporting your man’s club, but it’s tame enough to wear around non-affiliated folks.”
“Ooo, I feel special now.”
“You are.”
She slips the stretchy tank on and stares down. “Hmm, it’s a little tight.” She winks at me. “I’m sure that’s deliberate.”
“Looks good to me.” I reach into my backpack and pull out a blue-checked flannel. “Wear this over it if it makes you more comfortable.”
“It’s kinda hot for flannel. Does it bother you? I can change.”
I stalk closer and curl my finger in one of her belt loops, yanking her to me. “Already said I like how it looks on you. I’m not the guy who’ll tell you what you can and can’t wear, Shelby.”
“I meant because we’re here, with your club. I don’t want to do the wrong thing.”
“If anyone has an issue keeping their eyes off you”—I raise my fists in the air, fighter-style—“I’ll be happy to give them a free therapy session.”
“I’m sure you will.” She rests her hand on my shoulder, then tugs the collar of my shirt aside. “Oh, shoot.”
“What?” I tip my head at an awkward angle, trying to see what she’s so interested in.
“I think I left hickeys on your neck.”
I rumble with laughter. As if I’d ever be mad about that. “Feel free to mark me as yours whenever you want, chickadee.”
“Is that right?” Her eyes gleam with mischief. She opens wide and playfully bites my side through my shirt.
“Shit!” I jump, laughing at the same time. “That fucking tickles.”
She does it even harder, moving around, loca
ting all the ticklish spots I never knew I had. She even adds in some nom-nom noises until we’re both laughing uncontrollably.
“Stop. Stop.”
Instead of stopping, she loops her arms around my neck and leans up to kiss my cheek. “I like when you laugh. You’re so serious most of the time.”
“No one else has the nerve to try and tickle me.” I tease my fingers over her ribs. She flinches and giggles.
My damn phone buzzes on the nightstand and Shelby pulls away. “I hope it’s nothing bad.”
“Nah, it’s probably Jiggy.”
She glances around the room, pats her pockets, and almost seems confused for a few seconds. “Shoot, I don’t even know where my phone is. Haven’t thought about it in days. My mom probably tried texting me when she got home.”
“She texted me last night after you fell asleep. I told her you’d call her today.”
“You didn’t tell her…about my…about me freaking out, did you?”
“No,” I answer gently. “You didn’t freak out. It was a normal response after all you’ve been through.”
“Didn’t feel normal,” she grumbles. “I felt like a dang fool.”
“Don’t. There’s no reason to feel foolish. You need to deal with everything in your own way in your own time.” I just hope I’m with her if it happens again, although I don’t say that out loud. No reason to jack up her anxiety even more. “Now, your phone I can help you with. Greg replaced it.” I reach for my backpack, unzipping one of the outer pockets where I’d stashed her new phone. “It should be all ready for you. Might have to charge it, though.”
She stares at the box in my hands. I can’t tell if she’s mad, nervous, or something else. When she doesn’t take the phone, I set it on the bed. “I was waiting until you asked for it. I didn’t want you overwhelmed with stuff as soon as you got out of the hospital.”
Her bottom lip trembles but she reaches for me, sliding her arms around my middle and pressing herself against my body. I hug her back. “Thank you,” she whispers. “For knowing what I needed.”
Relieved by her response, I blow out a long breath. Truth is, I have no fucking clue. But I can’t calm this raging desire to protect her no matter what.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Rooster
After a morning of endless irritation, I finally return to the clubhouse. It takes me a few seconds to line up and park the way I want. Jigsaw waits patiently before pulling Ice’s truck in next to me.
“Think she’s back from rehearsal yet?” Jiggy asks.
“I hope so.”
This afternoon, the clubhouse is quiet. No one setting up for any wild parties. Yet.
Inside, Shelby’s in the main room, talking to Anya and Trinity.
“Hey!” She jumps up and rushes over. “I was wondering when you’d be back from your top-secret mission.”
Next to me, Jigsaw snort-laughs. “You still didn’t tell her?”
“It’s a surprise,” I growl, elbowing him to shut him up. I lean down and kiss Shelby. “Come out to the parking lot with me for a minute.”
“Am I gonna like this surprise?” she asks Jiggy.
He throws his hands in the air and jerks his shoulders in an exaggerated shrug.
Ignoring his antics, I reach for Shelby’s hand and tug her toward the door. My blood boils at the fading bruises on her arm as she slips her fingers through mine. “How’d rehearsal go?” I tuck her close and kiss the top of her head.
“Better than I expected, honestly.” She rubs her free hand over her throat. “Feels less raw today. And the music came easier.”
“The few days of rest probably did you good.”
She hums an affirmative noise.
We stroll outside and into the parking lot.
“Now that’s cool.” She stops and points to the camper and truck. “When I was a kid, I used to sing at fairs and stuff sometimes. I always envied the families that pulled up in their RVs and stayed for the week.”
“You guys didn’t stay?”
She shrugs. “Best we could do was sleep in the cab of my dad’s truck. Four of us tucked in tight wasn’t a whole lotta fun.”
Her story wraps around my heart and squeezes in the best possible way.
It’s a fight to keep the smile off my face. I keeping walking, circling around to the back of the camper. “I’m glad you told me that story today.”
“Why?” She blinks up at me.
“This is ours.” I pull the keys out of my pocket and unlock the door, rolling it up to show off the small space where I’m planning to load my bike.
Her eyes widen and she stumbles backwards. “What are you talking about?”
“I can’t ride in the van with you guys. It’s too small. Plus, I think you’ll feel better if you have your own space to decorate how you want. Stock it with the food you like. It’ll be more comfortable and give you some privacy.”
“But…but…I thought you said you were going to ride along? On your bike.” She slaps her hand over her mouth, slowly shaking her head. “This is…this is…”
I hadn’t expected her to freak out so much. “The extra space will be useful when a brother’s traveling with us.” I tap the side of the camper. “Two bikes will fit back here.” I point to the bed currently folded into the roof. “In a pinch, that folds down into an extra bed and a couch if we move the bikes.”
“Logan,” she whispers.
I reach for her hand, tugging it away from her mouth.
She shakes her head, still staring at the camper. “This is…we looked at something similar before the tour.” Her gaze slides to the GMC 2500 Sierra that’ll be towing our little home on the road. “I know how expensive a setup like this had to be. You really…I can’t.”
“I can and I did.”
“But it must have cost a fortune.”
I shrug. “I have good credit.”
“I can’t ask you to do this.”
“You didn’t ask me. I honestly think this is the best solution for us. When the tour’s over, I’ll park it in your mom’s driveway.” I wink at her. “Give us a little privacy while we’re in Texas.”
Finally, it seems to sink in that this is real. She jumps and wraps her arms around my neck, squealing and hugging me tight. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“I told you I’m all in, Shelby.”
She pulls back, staring into my eyes for a few seconds before peppering my face with kisses. “Thank you.”
Not wanting to lose contact, I encourage her to wrap her legs around me and carry her to the door. “You want to see the inside?”
“Heck yes.”
I set her down and open the door, motioning for her to step inside first. She’s quiet while she walks through the small space, checking out every little cabinet, drawer, and nook she encounters.
“How did you…I know it’s not my business.” She casts another quick look around the interior. “Does porn really pay this much?”
Rumbling laughter pours out of me. “I do fine.” I shrug. “I’d been saving for a down payment on a house. But what’s the point putting down roots in New York when my girl’s gonna be out on the road?”
“But what about when I’m not on tour? You’ll want to go home. To New York. Now you’ll be stuck driving a big ol’ truck instead of riding your bike.”
I shrug again. She’s really worrying about this way more than she needs to. “I can always hire someone to drive it home. Sell it. Rent a storage place. I’m not worried, Shelby.” A worse thought occurs to me. “Are you afraid of us spending too much time together?”
“I’m afraid you’re making a lot of expensive sacrifices and you’ll end up hating me later.”
“Shelby,” I say as gently as possible. “At some point, you have to trust me. I love you. I want you to be safe and happy. I want to be with you.”
“I wish I was a bigger deal so I already had this stuff sorted.” Pink spreads over her cheeks. “I can’t reciprocate at all. It
’s not fair.”
“Fair? This isn’t some fifty-fifty, tit-for-tat thing. I love you and want what’s best for you.” I cock my head. “Do you like singing? Being on stage? Touring?”
“Yes.”
“Are you comfortable in the van?”
“Not really.”
I push her hair off her forehead and stare into her eyes. “You’re my girl. I want you to feel safe and I’ll do whatever needs to be done to take care of you. End of story. There’s no tab at the end of the day. Just my love for you.”
She eyes the camper again. “But this is such a huge…investment for you. With the possibility of no payoff. I may never be—”
“I’m not here for any future payoff. I’m here for you. You’re worth taking the risk on. Our love is worth the risk. I’ve never been good at playing it safe. It’s just not who I am. When I’m in, I’m all in.”
The doctor’s warning at the hospital about letting Shelby make decisions to help her regain a sense of control sends a splinter of doubt slicing through my plan. “I know I did all this without asking you, but I promise all the other decisions are yours. Decorate it inside and out however you want.” My lips quirk. “I even know a guy in Mississippi who can wrap the camper in your flocking fabulous flamingos if you want.”
“You don’t want to be seen driving a vehicle with pink flamingos all over it.”
“Do I look like someone who gives a shit what anyone thinks?” I hold my arms out to the sides.
She cocks her head. “I dunno. You look like a man who’s aware of all the panties he melts.”
I snort at the absurdity, even though she’s just being cute.
She lets out a long sigh. “It’s not just this. I know you paid for my momma to come here too. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s not like I hid it.” I shrug. “At what point was it relevant to bring up who paid for her plane ticket?”
“And her hotel room.” Her gaze strays to the floor.
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