After Burn (Lost Kings MC 10)

“With someone else?”

“I didn’t ask.”

I spot Wrath and Trinity up ahead, but Rock drags me over to a more secluded grove of trees and spreads the blanket out at the base of a thick maple.

He drops down to the blanket, leaning against the tree and holds up his hand to me.

“Hmmm… this is suspiciously familiar,” I say as I settle between his knees with my back to him.

He traces up my legs and kisses my cheek. “One of my best days in the woods.”

I shiver and wrap his arms around me, savoring his warmth.

“Cold?”

“Not anymore.”

The first firework screeches into the sky and explodes overhead sending a shower of sparks raining down. A hush falls over the crowd.

One by one the rockets burst into the air. The shoot into the sky at a faster and faster rate and a dizzying array of colors. Gasps, oohs, and ahhhs from people carry over to our secret spot.

Rock’s hand travels over my rib cage, stopping below my breast.

“Rock?” I whisper.

Ignoring me, he works one of my buttons loose and teases his finger over my bare skin.

I glance around. People are everywhere. Not near us, but we’re not exactly invisible.

Two can play this game.

I reach back and stroke my hand over the hardness pressed against my back and he groans.

“What’re you doing, baby doll?” he rasps against my ear.

He’s not going to make this easy. Without taking my eyes off the fireworks display above, I reach behind me with both hands—thank you for the yoga classes Swan—and work his jeans loose enough to free his cock. Hot, hard, and smooth against my fingers.

I shift, gripping him with my right hand and slowly slide it up and down his length.

He groans and stretches his legs out. “Fuck, Hope. You better plan to finish this.”

Instead of answering, I move my hand a touch faster.

Fireworks burst into the sky at a frenzied pace, meaning we probably don’t have much time left. Rock growls and pries my hand off his cock. Holding my arm, he presses my shoulder back until I turn to face him.

His hands slide up under my skirt. “Been waitin’ to do this all night. Fuck, you feel good. Come take care of me.”

I bat my eyelashes at him. “How?”

He wraps his hand around his cock and strokes a few times. His free hand squeezes between my thighs and he presses two fingers against my damp panties. I gasp at the sensation as his fingers glide over my slit.

“Wrap this wet pussy around my cock,” he invites. He hooks a finger into the material and drags it down my legs. “You won’t be needing these.” I step out of them and he tucks the material inside his pocket.

With his hands on my hips, he guides me down until I’m straddling his lap. “There you go. Nice and slow.”

The sizzle and pop of the fireworks above us are nothing but background noise compared to our breathing and the racing of my heart. Heat sears my skin where we’re connected. I take my time, enjoying the feel of the being stretched and filled by him.

“Teasing me all night,” he whispers, gathering my hair in one hand to tilt my head back so he can lick and kiss my neck. “Such a bad girl. You’re lucky I didn’t bend you over, flip up this skirt, and take you right in front of everyone earlier.” He continues whispering a steady stream of filthy, possessive words in my ear that take me higher and higher.

I tip my head forward, pressing my forehead against his so I can stare into his eyes and moan his name.

“What, baby doll?” He captures my hands and holds them behind my back while yanking my top down with his other hand.

“Rock! People around!”

“It’s dark. Everyone’s watching the fireworks.”

He reaches down and pinches my ass. “Stop sassing me and ride my dick.”

I growl my annoyance at the bossy command at the same time fire shoots through me.

His jaw tightens and his gray eyes peer straight into my soul. He lifts one hand and cups my cheek. “I fucking love you so much.”

It’s not an elegant declaration, but it’s real and raw, laced with emotion and honesty.

Everything I need.

CHAPTER TWELVE

You think I’d be used to the way my heart stops when I look at my wife. But something about her grabs hold of me every damn time.

She’s dead to the world. Head on my chest, arm slung over my stomach and leg thrown over mine. It didn’t take her long to pass out after I brought her upstairs when the fireworks display ended.

I should be exhausted. Instead, my mind’s racing. Today we head to Florida for the weeklong biker rally.

Priest will definitely expect a sit-down before everyone rolls out. I already have his okay to meet up with a few members of the Iron Bulls MC and I send a text to their president to confirm the time and location.

“How are you already awake and productive?” Hope groans and throws her arm over her eyes, blocking out the sun.

“You get me all fired up.” I pounce on her, peppering her face, shoulders, and chest with kisses until she’s wide-awake. “Another long day ahead of us. You up for it?”

Excitement brightens her green eyes as she flips the covers back. “Can’t wait.”

I pat her ass as she walks by and she yelps, hurrying into the bathroom.

While she’s busy, I stuff my remaining gear into my bag and shake my head at how much packing Hope has left to do.

My phone buzzes, and I pick it up off the nightstand.

Z: Priest wants us downstairs in 10.

“Hope, I gotta run downstairs for a quick meeting.”

“Okay,” she calls out. “I’ll finish packing and be ready when you get back.”

I’ll believe it when I see it.

Wrath and Z are waiting by the elevator for me. “Where’s Teller and Murphy?”

“Rest of the guys are waiting downstairs,” Z says.

“Well, shit.”

“Ready to blow this place?” Z asks.

“Fuck yeah.”

Wrath glances up and down the hall before speaking. “Hoping we don’t have any followers to our meet with the Iron Bulls.”

“Maybe half of us should stay with the pack and half of us take off for the meet?” I suggest.

Z raises his hand. “I’ll go with you to meet them. Last time I was there, hooked up with this chick—”

“Would you stop thinking with your dick for five seconds and be serious?” I bite out.

“That’s all I’ve been doing all weekend.” He moves in closer. “I haven’t gotten laid in days. I’m genuinely concerned about my health here.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Wrath growls.

“You two get pussy whenever you want. The rest of us have to work for it.”

Shaking my head, I count to ten before speaking again. “You, Wrath, Murphy, and Sparky will come with me to meet up with Romeo’s crew.”

“Yes!” Z does some absurd fist pump and I roll my eyes.

“It’s not an invitation to hit on their women,” I remind him.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll behave.”

“Why am I not reassured?”

Downstairs, Priest’s in a foul mood.

“Everyone settle the fuck down!” He yells, banging his gavel against the table to get our attention.

No one’s sitting for this meeting. We’re all too eager to get on the road.

Once everyone simmers down, Priest lets us know why we were invited to this meeting. “Everyone knows we ain’t friends with the Warthogs MC. They run the area right outside where the rally’s being held. We got permission to be at the rally, wearing our colors—”

“Fuck those fat assholes!” someone shouts.

“That’s exactly the kind of bullshit I don’t want to hear,” Priest snaps back. “I gave their president my word we were only there for the rally. I will put a fuckin’ bullet in you myself if any one of you steps out of line and makes me look like a fucking liar. Are we fucking clear?”

The obvious answer is yes. A few guys are a little too slow responding for Priest’s taste.

“This ain’t a fuckin’ joke. Law enforcement will be crawling all over this rally just waitin’ for rival clubs to get into it and we’re not giving them the satisfaction. They got pigs from every agency all over the country with eyes on this. Let’s make it a wasted trip for them.”

“So you want us to act like fuckin’ pussies?” Shadow says.

Sway elbows his VP a little too late.

Priest sweeps his blazing stare over the crowd, finally landing on Shadow. “Someone steps to you first, handle it. I’m not saying otherwise. But use your fucking common sense. We’re there to have a good time and conduct some business. We’re not there to whip out our dicks and piss on another club’s territory.” He sneers at Shadow. “You understand the difference, son?”