Bikers Librarian (Lords of Mayhem 1)

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 and donned her clothing.

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 through 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 lightning. 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 in a free fall down the largest roller-coaster track she’d 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 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.

Tittering 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 petite 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 he 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 example when he kissed her lips and eased out, a lazy, pleased 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. The Lords had rented out the park for the day. Cornhole, horseshoes 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.