Rhythm of the Road (Lost Kings MC 16)

“I have bad news, though.” My heart fists at the at the uncertain way her eyes widen. Guess it wasn’t clear I’m teasing. “I don’t have any on me. I really wasn’t planning this.”

“Oh.” She covers her mouth with her hand and laughs softly. Arching and twisting, she leans back and reaches for her purse. “I have some.”

“Fuck, woman. Why didn’t you say so? Hurry up.”

She laughs harder, not doing a damn thing to soothe my aching dick. “Here.”

I tear into that sucker so fast it’s not even funny. My whole body’s shaking with need. I roll it on and squeeze her hip again. “Come here.”

Her body pulses like a live wire as she sinks down. She bites her lip. Stares straight into my eyes.

“More,” she whispers.

A flash of pleasure fires over my skin. She sinks her nails into my shoulders, easing herself inch by agonizing inch. I flick my gaze down. Wish I had more light to watch her take me.

“Fuck, that’s good.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “Stay like that for a sec.”

My sassy girl slowly rolls her hips, ignoring my desperate plea for mercy. The sensation’s a gentle wave in my turbulent ocean of need.

A frustrated noise passes her lips and she scrabbles to lift my shirt. I have to lean forward and yank the damn thing off. Not even sure where it ends up. “Better?”

She runs her hands over my shoulders and down my chest. “Much.”

“Good.” I squeeze her hip. “Get to work.” I glance out the window. I hadn’t parked under any of the functioning lights. Truck’s windows are tinted. It’s unlikely anyone can see us. Still, I don’t like taking the chance with Shelby.

But there’s no stopping her now.

“Uh.” She rocks her hips faster. Leaning back, she braces her hands on my knees.

I’ve never needed anything the way I need to see more of her. Fuck it. I flick open the few top buttons of her dress. The flowy material flutters and falls to the side. Still greedy, I push the cups of her bra down.

There’s enough light filtering through the windows for my eyes to follow the outline of her body. I splay my hand across her chest, right between her breasts, feeling the thump of her heart against my palm. Sliding to the right, I cup her breast, brushing my thumb over her tight nipple.

“Oh!” she gasps.

“What do you need?”

“More.”

I shift lower in the seat and she leans back, resting her elbows on the dashboard.

“Nice,” I mumble, licking the pad of my thumb before dipping under her dress to rub her clit. “How’s that?”

Her hips buck and jerk. “Good.” There’s a frustrated catch in her voice.

“Slow down. We’ve got all night.” That’s not technically true. Any minute, someone could ruin our reunion party and I think that’s what’s messing with her.

“You feel so good,” she pants. “This feels…”

“Keep going.” I roll my thumb around her clit in slow circles, listening carefully for the hitch in her breath saying she’s close. “Stop trying so hard. Relax.”

“I…I can’t.”

“Where’s that little bullet you were telling me about?”

“Huh?” She tips her head up, staring at me with dazed, desperate eyes. Her movements slow.

I pinch her hip. “Keep riding. Where is it?”

Please don’t say “in the van.”

“In…in my purse.” She drops her arm and twists her body, reaching for it.

I say a quick, silent prayer for her magical bag that seems to have everything.

He body jerks and trembles with the effort of searching in the dark at a weird angle. Honestly, every movement goes straight to my cock, making the situation even more critical.

“Got it.” She thrusts her hand between her legs.

“No. No.” I pry the slim, smooth wand from her fingers. “My job.”

She laughs softly as I study the toy for a second. It’s small. Maybe the length of my pinky. “This really gets you off?”

She stops moving and squints at me. “My clit’s sensitive, thank you very much.”

“I’m aware.” I finally locate the on button and click it. Strong vibrations ripple through my arm.

With my free hand, I tap her ass. “Did I say you could stop?”

She falls forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and laughing against my shoulder.

Pressed tight to my front, she starts that slow, maddening roll of her hips again.

“That’s it,” I whisper, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin below her ear. “Lean back for me.”

She cups my cheeks, brushing the softest kiss against my lips.

Gone. I’m so fucking gone over this woman.

“Like this?” she teases, resting her hands on my knees and thrusting her hips forward.

“Fuck yeah.” I lick my thumb again and rub her clit a few times before adding the little vibrating bullet.

“Oh!” Her hips jerk. “Too much.”

I slide it an inch higher, to the side, then the other side, avoiding direct contact until I locate a spot that makes her thighs quiver.