Letting Her Lead (Ghost Riders MC 3)

She releases a breath as if she’s been holding it the whole time, and I feel as if I’ve done something right. For the first time in a long time, I feel like someone is proud of me. I haven’t had that feeling since I was a Marine, and it feels pretty damn good. Running a motorcycle club is a thankless job. There’s a ton of shit to do and keep up with, and nobody is ever stopping to give you a pat on the back. It’s tiring, but I’ve got it good here, so I try to focus on that. But right now, seeing how Izzy is looking at me, it feels like for the first time I mean something to someone. Maybe it’s because she’s grateful, and maybe it’s because she feels this crazy connection that’s been running between us the past few months. Either way, I’m selfish enough to take it however I can get it.

Pulling her to me, I feel her softness melt against me, and I need more.

“Scribe, get out.”

“Sure thing, boss.” He stands, bringing his laptop with him, and he’s out of my office in point three seconds. I can’t help but laugh. I don’t think he looked up from his laptop the whole way out.

“You been up all night doing whatever shit that is with Scribe?” I feel myself get mad again, but she just smiles and nods.

“Yeah. Knox is actually pretty good.”

I hate the way she says his name, and I feel myself grinding my teeth.

“Maybe I’ll teach you how to play sometime.”

There’s a hopeful sound in her voice. She’s talking about things like there’s a future. I like it. A lot.

“You broke out of my room.” It’s a statement, not a question, but she answers anyway.

“I did. But I didn’t leave.”

Pulling her even closer, I look deep into her soft eyes. “Why not?”

Her hands come up and rest on my chest, and I feel her warmth through my T-shirt.

“I made a promise, Lucias. I’m all yours, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Come to bed with me,” I whisper, needing to hear her say yes.

She bites her full bottom lip and then gives me what I want. The little nod is all it takes and I’m throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her up the stairs. I hear Ham following us, and I can’t help but laugh. Yeah, I’d follow her anywhere she went, too, buddy.

11

Izzy

Lucias sets me down on the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees between my legs. I have to part them to accommodate his wide frame.

“I told myself I didn’t care. I was going to take what you offered but…” He reaches out, running his thumb across my cheek, then drops his hand. He looks a little unsure of himself. It’s a look I’ve never seen on him before. In all the times he’s come into the clinic, even when I shot his date request down, he’d still just smile at me and nod, then do it all over again the next week.

“Tell me you aren’t just doing this because I saved your brother’s ass and got him out of town. Tell me you want this.”

“I want this.” The words come easily because they’re true. I’ve been fighting this for months now. Scared that this man could hurt me, not because of his lifestyle, but because of my heart. I’d put a label on him and judged. And I loved that he had no problems proving me wrong and knocking down each wall I’d put up between us.

I just can’t see how we could fit together, and maybe we won’t past tonight, but I’m taking this.

He pulls me from the bed, sliding me into his lap and making me straddle him. His mouth takes mine, and the kiss is soft and sweet as his tongue slips past my lips. It’s not what I was expecting to get from him when he pulled me from the bed like he needed me on him that instant. But the tension I feel in his body tells me that he’s holding back, and I don’t want him to.

I use one hand to grip his shirt and pull him closer, wanting no space between us. There’s been months of space between us, and I don’t want even a sliver of it there now. My other hand goes to his hair as I wiggle against him, deepening the kiss, pushing myself into him. I feel the ridge of his cock against me, and I start to move on it.

Lucias growls into my mouth as he picks me up and my back hits the bed. He comes over me, never breaking contact with my lips. I wrap my legs around him, wanting the delicious feeling of him against me.

“Fuck. Slow down, slow down,” Lucias pleads, pulling his mouth from mine and burying his face in my neck. I know he’s talking to himself, and I feel a feminine power come over me at the knowledge that I’m able to put this man on edge. I barely know what I’m doing here and he seems like he’s about to lose it. I pull at his shirt, wanting to be skin to skin, needing the contact more than my next breath.