Biker's Librarian (Lord of Mayhem Book 1)

by Shyla Colt

  “You don’t think we should contact them, do you?”

  Shooter glanced at Specs. “No, not until it becomes a last resort. What else do you have?”

  “A lengthy list of transactions between him and some very important people and some corresponding emails. The shit’s fucked-up man. They talk about women in the way we talk about gun,” Specs said.

  “Shit.”

  “Yeah, this would easily put him away. You want me to get Maverick on it?”

  “No, we don’t actually want to follow through,” Shooter shrugged. “We just want to punk him out. See how it affects him.” There were two kinds of bullies. Those who’d do whatever it took to upkeep their rep and others who crumbled under pressure like a cookie dunked in milk.

  “You have a plan, don’t you?” Specs asked. His large blue eyes stood out in his tan face. In his early twenties with a slender build, Specs resembled a high school teen playing dress up. Born into the Lords of Mayhem, he’d grown up in the lifestyle and earned a college degree in electronics while prospecting.

  “Yeah, I think we should give him a dose of his sown medicine. Send him a little love letter letting him know we’re very aware of his unacceptable behavior and it’d be a shame if something like that leaked to the public. It could ruin careers, make stock plummet.” He tsked. “Daddy wouldn’t like that, and the last thing a rich boy like him wants is to be on the outs with his daddy. Then who would bail him out when he fucks up?”

  “You think it’ll be enough?” Specs asked.

  “I have no clue. I’m trying to see what the man’s made of.” He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was just as skeptical as Specs.

  “What do you need me to do?” Specs asked.

  “Make me up another thumb drive and add this letter I’m making up now.” Shooter’s fingers flew over the keyboard. He’d play it professional, let Stant sweat about who the sender might be. A man like him had to have enemies.

  After saving the file to the thumb drive he closed everything and handed it over to Specs. “I want it slipped into his mailbox tomorrow. Make sure it can’t be traced back to us.”

  “You got it.”

  Specs gave a two-finger salute and left the office to join the others. Shooter remained in his seat, mentally dismembering the man threatening to ruin the happiness he’d found. With the past firmly placed behind him he was ready to move forward, but Stant insisted on gumming up the works. His operation was far bigger than they’d first expected. Room 801 was a large building on a private piece of land about thirty minute out of town.

  It ran like the Bunny Ranch, offering up girls and catering to fetishes all of all shapes and sizes. The cut they were raking in made his eyes cross. Millions of dollars were changing hands right under their nose. Recently Stant had been talking to some of the other M.C.’s. That would bother Tiny more than anything else. Ambitious assholes are going to learn it’s bad for your health to obstruct the paths of a Lord. Stant would learn that firsthand before Shooter finished with him.

  Calmed, he pushed back from the desk and rejoined the crowd seeking Juliette out. “I’m going to steal Juliette from you now.”

  “The librarian must be doing something right, huh?” Boston grinned.

  “Damn straight.” Shooter laughed when Juliette pressed her face against his shoulder. Winking at Boston, he wrapped his arm around Juliette’s waist and guided her out into the crisp night. As summer faded into fall the nights began to have a little bite.

  “Where are you taking me?” she whispered.

  “To fulfill a promise.”

  Her brows drew together. He could hear the wheels spinning in her mind as she allowed him to lead her to the small garage they had out back, one of their many legal businesses.

  “Please tell me you didn’t buy me a motorcycle.”

  He barked a laugh. “No, do you want one?”

  “No. I’m content to ride on the back of yours.”

  Squeezing her hand, he guided her inside where he’d had a Prospect bring his bike.

  “I don’t understand.” Juliette glanced around. “Are we going on a ride?”

  “You are.” He sat down on his bike.

  “Shooter!” Her quick glance down and puffed up cheeks conveyed her embarrassment.

  “I can still make you bashful. I like it.” Unbuttoning his fly, he shoved his jeans down and freed his rapidly growing cock. “Why did you think I asked you to bring a skirt to change into tonight?”

  “Because you like my legs.”

  “There’s always that too.” He stroked his shaft and grinned at the hungry way her gaze ate him alive. “I promised you I’d show you how this is possible.”

  “I remember.”

  “Come here.” He crooked his fingers, moaning when she put extra sway into her steps. Every day she came out of her shell more as she blossomed into the woman she’d been destined to be all along. Stant might have slowed that process down, but he could never stop it.

  Lifting her skirt he licked his lips at the lacy black number she revealed. “You won’t need these.” Hooking a finger inside her waistband, he caressed her heated flesh. “Step out of them.”

  She rolled the underwear down her hips and legs.

  He licked his lips hungrily, taking in the sight of her smooth brown skin. “Give ‘em.”

  She handed over the silky scrap of material.

  He held it to his nose inhaling he earthy scent. “You smell so good. I’m not sure if I want to eat you or fuck you.”

  Her eyes dilated and his cock swelled.

  “Pull your skirt up around your waist. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours.”

  She did as he asked and he moaned at the sight of glistening lips. Neatly shaved with a thin strip of hair, she had his mouth watering.

  “Spread your lips and show me how wet you are.”

  She spread her lips and he moaned.

  “Let me see you touch yourself.” He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and began to stroke it to relieve the pressure.

  She circled her swollen clit with her finger, keeping their gazes locked.

  “That’s it, baby, slip two fingers inside and get yourself ready for me.”

  She plunged two fingers into her slick center.

  His cock twitched ad pre-cum leaked from his head. “Fuck. I can see your cream.”

  She increased her speed. He head fell back. Dark curls tumbled down her back.

  “Fuck baby, you look so hot like that.” His balls ached. “Come here.”

  She opened her hazy eyes and slowly removed her fingers. He grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers to his mouth. Her flavor danced along his taste buds and he growled. Wrapping his hands around her waist de lifted her onto his lap facing him. He leaned in taking her lips. Sweeping his tongue across her lips, he dipped inside.

  I can’t decide which is sweeter her mouth or her cunt.

  She sank down on his lap running her pussy over his cock and coating his dick with her slickness. Her breath shortened. He pulled away from her lips.

  “No more teasing.” she whimpered.

  “This is your ride— you take the lead.”

  Clutching his shoulders she gripped his thighs tight between her own, rose up, and slammed down. He hissed as the moist heat sucked him in and held him tight.

  “Do you want it slow?” Lifting up inch by torturous inch, she eased back down in a measured rhythm that made him long for more. He dug his fingers into her hips, and pushed down the urge to take over. This was for her.

  “I want it however you’ll give it to me.”

  “Good answer.” She slammed back down, taking the air from his lungs when she repeated the motion, each time faster than the one before. Back arched, she fucked him. There was no other word for the violent coming together of their bod
ies. She flexed the muscles of her pussy, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

  “Are you going to fuck me back, or do I have to do all the work?”

  Released from his self-imposed bondage he thrust upward, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he bounced her on top of him. Leaning back, she took him deeper. Despite the fury of their passion her eyes were soft and full of love. The thought had his balls heavy and his dick quivering.

  He reached between them to circle her swollen clit, and she locked him in a vise grip as she came, dragging him over the edge with her. Swimming in the afterglow with his woman, warm and satiated in his arms, he knew love for the first time.

  Chapter Twelve

  Slightly hung over, Juliette gratefully took the ibuprofen Shooter offered and washed them down with a sip of coffee from the mug he’d brought her.

  “You’re amazing.”

  “I know.”

  Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. Today would be low-key. They were getting together for a family-style BBQ, and she’d invited the girls. As much as she loved spending time with Shooter one-on-one, it was time to start bringing in the besties. In order for things to be more permanent they couldn’t continue to live almost completely separate lives.

  “What time are the girls getting here?”

  “About three o’clock.” She glanced over at the clock, and her jaw dropped. It was nearly one-thirty. “I don’t think I’ve slept this late since college.”

  “When you party hard, you have to give your body recovery time.”

  “Partying hard wasn’t the only thing that kept me up late.” She glared at him, and he laughed.

  “What can I say? You’re irresistible, baby.” He winked.

  “Flatterer.”

  “Truth teller.”

  Unable to hold her mock glares, she leaned in and kissed him. “I need to get dressed and rally the troops. I’m sure they’re all waiting on the edge of their seats.”

  “Um…are they ride chasers?”

  “No!” Juliette paused. “Well…one is a bit overenthusiastic about seeing the lifestyle firsthand.”

  He raised a brow.

  “She’s cool.”

  “Okay. Long as she doesn’t piss off anyone’s Old Lady.”

  “No, she’d never do anything like that.” Juliette shook her head.

  “Then we’re good. Should I be strong-arming my boys away from them?”

  She wanted to say yes, and protect them, but she knew it wouldn’t be fair. The Lords would never take it further then the girls allowed, and who was she to choose for them.

  “No, they’re big girls. Just remind them my friends are classy.”

  Shooter chuckled. “Don’t worry, one look at them will tell them that.”

  “Are you trying to say we dress lame?”

  “No, just non-whore-ish.”

  Coffee sprayed out of her mouth in a brown stream, and she spluttered when the liquid slid down the wrong tubes. He patted her back as she coughed. Gasping, she straightened.

  “Give a girl some warning before you decide to be funny, will you.”

  His brows drew together. “I was just being honest.” She took another swig of caffeine-laden goodness and walked over to the dresser to figure out what she was going to wear. Sifting through the drawer, she decided on a pair of skinny jeans and a low-cut tank top.

  Finishing off her coffee, she set it on the dresser, donned her clothing, and sat on the bed to call the girls via three-way connection.

  Dressed, she sat back and watched Shooter pull a black t-shirt over his head. Licking her lips, she watched his muscles move beneath his tanned skin as the cloth curtain came down, obscuring his ink. Truly, the man was a work of art. The word Mayhem had been scribed across his back in a font that she swore begged to be licked. Peering up as if he felt her eyes on him he smirked.

  “Keep looking at me like that and we won’t be going anywhere.”

  “Looking at you like what?” she asked coyly.

  Stalking over, he wedged his body between her legs, gently pushing her back onto the bed. He covered her body with his own and ground into her center. “Like you want me to fuck you.”

  Her breasts grew heavy and she lifted her hips up to increase the friction.

  “I don’t know where you’d get that idea.”

  His dark laughter vibrated trough her body and moisture pooled in her panties. “I think I’ve corrupted you.”

  “I get the feeling you’re not done yet.”

  A wicked smile curved the corners of his lips up. “Not by a long shot.” Their lips met, crashing together like lighting. Hot licks of desire washed over her. Tunnel vision set in and only this moment mattered. It was Shooter’s special power, making her forget everything but him.

  Her path with him had been born of emotion, and instinct and continued in the same manner. Scary and exhilarated, she was I a free fall down on the largest roller-coaster track shed ever been on. Straightening, they fell on each other, unbuckling, unzipping and tugging until his pants were to his ankles and they were joined. She gripped his shoulders, digging her fingers into his shirt. Lifting her hips, she cried out as the new angle sent him deeper. The bed tapped a rapid beat against the wall as he bottomed out inside her.

  Teetering on the edge, she flexed her muscles and he grunted in response. His eyes were electric, lighter than she’d ever seen them, and full of an emotion she felt in her heart. The realization sucked her into la petit mort.

  Her body vibrated as a mini-earthquake shook her entire being into the best orgasm she’d ever experienced. She came apart beneath him and followed, never breaking the stare.

  Resting his face against her neck, he mouthed the words against her skin that tilted the world on its axis. I love you.

  Unsure if he meant for her to hear it, she held her tongue, following his examples when he kissed her lips and eased out, a lay, please expression on his face.

  “Stay here. I’ll bring you a hot towel.” Sliding out, he stood and walked to the bathroom. Only he could manage to not resemble a penguin with his pants around his ankles. Narrowing her eyes, she wondered if he’d said the L word on purpose.

  Goldfish swam in her belly. Love had been insinuated, but a girl wanted to hear the words. Shooter walked out with a hot towel, and she forced herself to act normal.

  ***

  A few hours later she all but jumped for joy when the girls appeared on the horizon. Mayhem had rented out the park for the day. Corn hole, horse shoes, and a few other games were set up for the kids. A group of picnic tables had been covered with red and white checkered tablecloths and piled high with condiments, garnishes, and dessert items. Large, ice-packed, coolers sat on the ground nearby. The smell of barbequed meat permeated the air. When the Lords threw a family day, they did it up right.

  “I’ll go greet them,” she whispered to Shooter before pulling away.

  Walking over to her friends, she could barely contain her giggles.

  “I’m so glad you guys are here!” Juliette pulled Hil into a hug, speaking in a hushed tone.

  “Why? What happened?” Evonne asked.

  “Shooter used the L word.”

  Evonne stiffened in mid-hug.

  “What!” three voices cried.

  “I know!” Juliette shook her head as she moved to embrace Joey.

  “What did you say back?” Joey asked.

  “Nothing. I’m not sure he was even aware he said it.”

  The girls frowned.

  “He whispered it in the heat of the moment.”

  Evonne held up her hand. “Say no more.”

  “No, please say more,” Joey countered.

  Juliette’s laughter dissolved the giant lump of anguish that had been building up.

  “How did he act when you ke
pt quiet?” Hil whispered.

  “Like it’d never happened, which is why I’m so confused.” Juliette ran a hand through her windblown hair and growled.

  “Maybe he’s waiting on a cue from you,” Hil said.

  “And maybe he isn’t. I don’t want to set us back. We just got off a rocky road and coasted into smooth sailing.”

  “You’re afraid he’ll take it back, aren’t you?” Evonne whispered knowingly.

  “Damn it, yes. Can you blame me?” Juliette sighed. “The man stole my heart the first night. It just took me a long time to realize it. No one could ever make me feel the way he does. So sage, loved, and heard.” She looked up at the puppy-dog eyes her friends were giving her and cleared her throat. “I could go on with this, but I’m going to stop because you’re all looking at me like I started a monologue from a romantic movie.”

  “No.” Joey rested a hand on her arm. “It’s really sweet.”

  “Not to cut this short, but your man is giving us the evil eye, and I don’t want to be on the end of that wrath,” Joey whispered.

  “Wrath? He’s harmless.”

  “Uh huh,” Hil said skeptically.

  “Well to you guys,” Juliette amended. “Come on,” She hooked her arm in Joey’s and propelled them forward. I really want y’all to be comfortable around him and the guys. They’ll be on their best behavior. It’s a family day.”

  “If you say so,” Evonne whispered, sounding skeptical.

  Laughing, Juliette met Shooter’s inquisitive gaze and playfully rolled her eyes, mouthing nerves. He nodded and smacked Moose’s shoulder. This would be the first time their families of the heart met.

  “Hey, ladies, it’s good to see you again,” Shooter said. “This is my friend, Moose. If you need anything you can ask one of us.”

  “Umm yeah.” Moose nodded, adorable and clueless. The guy was a teddy bear underneath all the layers of giant bad ass.

  “Moose, this is Hil, Evonne, and Joey. Guys, this is Moose, and you remember Shooter.”