Swagger and Sass (Lost Kings MC 14.5)

Huh. First time a girl has ever said that to me. “I’m just having fun kissing you right now, Shelby.”

Fuck me, that’s actually true.

Chapter Four

Shelby

It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with Rooster. Honestly, I’m close to sliding my panties to the side, unzipping his jeans and having my way with him. Whatever he’s packing behind that fly seems like it will hit the spot.

But I just broke up with my boyfriend, not even two hours ago. Sleeping with someone else so soon seems wrong.

Although, it’s not like I need to worry about what Rooster thinks of me. He lives over a thousand miles away. No matter how much I like him, this can’t be anything more than a fling.

Wait, I’m supposed to visit New York later this summer.

Talk about foolish. Whether or not I sleep with him, I highly doubt Rooster will even remember who I am two months from now.

All my warring thoughts ebb away as he tangles one of his big hands in my hair and pulls me down for more soft, slow kisses. “You’re thinking too much, Shelby. Just be here with me.”

His rough words send a shiver of desire down my spine. I cup his cheeks and throw myself into the kiss. He groans in appreciation, and his hand slides down to cup my butt, pushing me against him. The straps of my dress and bra slide down my left shoulder, and a few seconds later, Rooster traces the bare skin with his mouth, his beard tickling and igniting my skin at the same time.

He slips his finger under the other straps and whisper-soft drags them down.

“Shelby,” he whispers, before kissing my neck and down my chest.

He palms one of my breasts, gently kneading. I’m hyperaware of the humid air when my nipple pops free from my bra. He wastes no time running his tongue over the stiff peak before sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh!” My fingers tighten in his hair, holding onto him or begging for more, I’m not sure.

He releases my other breast and kisses the tip.

There’s a pause in sensation, and I glance down to find him studying me, palming my breast and flicking his thumb over my nipple. “You’re beautiful,” he rasps.

I’m no ogre, but I’ve never had a man admire me with such raw appreciation before either.

“Thank you.” My gaze shifts and lands on a leaf and other debris stuck to my skin. I chuckle, the movement jiggling my bared breasts. “I’m a swamp thing.”

“Huh?” His confused, lust-drunk eyes meet mine.

I pluck the leaf out of my cleavage and twirl it in front of his nose. “I should take that shower before we continue.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up, but he doesn’t suggest joining me. His restraint gives me the courage to extend the invitation.

I slide out of his lap and hold out my hand to him. “Come with me?”

He wastes no time taking my hand and standing, clearly intending to follow. As I turn, he gives me a quick tug back, capturing my attention. “You sure, Shelby?”

My heart’s thudding so hard he can probably hear it. “Well, we’re both pretty dirty.”

Thankfully, he accepts that answer and slips his arm around my waist, resting his hand on my hip. We sort of trip into the bathroom we’re so close. I push the door closed behind us with a loud click.

He raises an eyebrow as he studies the small bathtub with overhead shower.

“We’ll fit,” I assure him, even though I’m not sure that’s true.

“It’ll be tight.”

“Do you want to go first?” I offer.

He frowns and shakes his head. “Fuck no.” He moves to unbuckle his jeans and gives me that questioning eyebrow again.

“I can toss those in the wash for you.”

“Last thing I’m worried about is my jeans, sweetheart.”

Even so, I gather up his stuff and hurry out to the kitchen, tossing everything in and resetting the washer. Maybe I’m trying to give my frantic pulse a chance to slow down.

When I return, he’s already in the shower.

“The hot water probably won’t last long,” I warn him.

He pokes his head out from behind the flowered curtain. “Better hurry then.”

I gather my dress and tug it up, then stop when I realize he’s still watching me. I meet his eyes, and he doesn’t smile or look away. “Go on,” he urges in a tone I can’t resist.

I toss the dress in the sink; pretty sure it’s ruined from my dip in the river.

“Hurry,” he says.

I shimmy out of my panties and bra. Feeling exposed, I cross my arms over my chest. Rooster chuckles and holds out his hand. “Come here.”

He pulls me into the tub with him, and his mouth automatically finds mine. It’s an aggressive but welcoming kiss. He slicks his tongue along my bottom lip, and when I open my mouth, he sweeps his tongue against mine.

I moan into his mouth, and he spins us, settling me under the spray. The hot water shocks my skin, and I squeal, pushing out of his hold.

“Too hot?” he asks, reaching over to adjust the temperature.

“A little.”

Bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel line the edge of the tub, and he leans over to grab one. “Get back here, so I can soap you up.”

Chuckling, I gather my hair on top of my head and turn my back. Rooster’s thorough, going so far as to get down on the floor of the tub to wash my legs. The firm, sudsy strokes from his hands have me ready to melt into a puddle. A tingle of excitement shoots straight between my legs when he presses his hand between my thighs.

“Turn, Shelby.”

Only then do I get a full look at the big man filling up my tub. Nothing on him is small, and a tremor of fear shoots to my core.

Water raining down or not, my mouth goes dry, and my hands shake. I lean over and pick up a bottle of shampoo. “Want me to wash your beard?”

Wow, that offer was both weird and stupid.

Big, scary, bossy biker or not, Rooster’s too kind to mock me.

He keeps his hands on my hips and smirks up at me. Desire shimmers in his amber eyes. “No, Shelby. I want you to ride my beard.” He winks at me. “No helmet required.”

Chapter Five

Rooster

“Oh my God!” Shelby’s laughter seems to drive her fear and uncertainty away. “Does that line ever really work for you?”

“Don’t know. Never used it before.”

She tilts her head like she thinks I’m full of shit. But it’s not a lie. I’ve had girls ask me if they could ride the beard. I’ve never had to offer. Shelby’s all sorts of fun.

It’s awkward as fuck in the tiny space, but I pull her close enough to finally get my mouth on her pussy. She’s smooth and bare everywhere. Shame, I was hoping for blonde curls to match her hair, but I’m not complaining.

I hike one of her legs up and hold her, so she doesn’t slip. Using my thumbs, I part her swollen lips and swipe my tongue through her wetness. Above me, she gasps and moans the second I taste her. “Hang on,” I warn her.

She digs her hands into my hair, and I put my whole mouth on her, slowly licking up her center until I find her little clit.

“Oh my God,” she gasps, and her knees buckle. “Rooster.”

A few seconds of focused attention has her quivering and moaning so loud. My cock’s screaming to get inside her, but I can be a patient man when I need to be. I want her to come hard before I impale her.

I’m also getting a vicious cramp in my neck from the awkward position. Shower sex in a space this small is bullshit. Her hips jerk, and I encourage her to grind her hot pussy against my face. Fuck, she tastes amazing. I want her juices coating my face before I’m done with her.

Keeping one hand on her hip, I give her ass a slap, and she cries out, grinding into me even harder. I keep licking and sucking until she jerks away. Breathing hard and shaking, she stares down at me.

“I’ve never…oh my God. Thank you.”

That’s what I’m tal

king about.

“I need a lot more of you, Shelby,” I warn her as I pick myself up off the floor.

She presses her hands against my chest and slides her fingers over my skin. “Do you want to go in my bedroom?”

More than I want to breathe.

Before I have a chance to answer her or shut off the water, there’s a whoosh, and a blast of cooler air hits us.

“Shelby?” a high-pitched voice calls out.

The fuck?

“Oh my, oh my,” Shelby starts chanting.

“Shelby? Why is there a motorcycle in the driveway?” The voice is coming closer. There’s no way the woman—who I assume is Shelby’s mom—can’t see me. My head sticks out above the top of the shower. Something, Shelby seems to realize as she urges me to duck down.

“Too late for that, sweetheart,” I whisper, thoroughly amused at the situation.

“Shelby? Oh my God!” her mom screeches as she must finally realize her daughter isn’t alone. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Mom.” Shelby’s voice is barely more than a squeak.

The door slams shut.

Shelby slaps her hands over her face. “I’m so sorry,” she mutters.

I almost answer, ‘Not the first time something like that’s happened,’ but it feels like a shitty thing to say for some reason. Instead, I pry her hands away from her face. “You’re twenty-two. Never had a guy over before?”