Lyrics on the Wind (Lost Kings MC 17)

“No, no. Don’t stop.”

“I’m not. I got you.” He reaches between us to stroke my clit.

I squeeze my eyes shut, concentrating on his touch. “That’s good.”

His thrusting slows and I open my eyes to find him focused on the counter. “What?”

He holds out his hand. “Give me that thing.”

“What thing?” My eyes land on what he’s pointing to. “No, that’s for my face!”

He digs the little egg-shaped silicone facial brush out of my makeup bag. “Not anymore.”

With a wicked grin, he flicks it to the highest setting, then presses the flat, smooth side against my clit.

My body jolts. “Shit!”

“Fuck,” he groans. “I feel it vibrating down my dick.”

“I’ve never used it that high. It’d probably rattle my teeth out of my skull.”

He laughs and leans in to kiss me. “Hold it there.”

I take my poor, violated face brush and slide it to a spot that feels good. Rooster’s big hands roam over my body as he pounds into me harder.

“You okay?” he asks.

“I’m fully understanding what it means to be nailed.”

His thrusting slows. “Is that good?”

“Oh, yeah.”

He mashes his lips against mine—there goes my lipstick. I tighten my arm around his neck and keep moving my hips, trying to match his frantic pace, shifting the vibrating brush a little lower.

My back bows.

“Yes,” Rooster’s deep raspy voice fills me with pride. “Fuck yes.”

“Uh.” I can’t form any words. My legs shake and I stretch them straight out, allowing Rooster to take my full weight.

“That’s it. Keep coming. Fuck,” he groans.

Suddenly, it’s too much. My body jerks. I toss the vibrator toward the sink and wrap my legs around Rooster again.

“That’s my girl.” He kisses my forehead. “That was fucking beautiful.”

“Still feels so good,” I whisper.

I can’t even begrudge the cocky smile that returns to his face. The man deserves all the praise.

“Shelby,” he whispers urgently. “I want to come on your tits.”

I reach behind me and somehow wiggle my bra clasp loose, strip it off and toss it toward the sink. “Please don’t shoot in my hair.”

“I’m aiming for those pretty pink nipples baby, trust me.”

He pulls out and sets me on my feet. I lean against the wall, arching my back to give him an easy target.

He lets out a long primal groan. Warmth hits my stomach and between my breasts.

A few seconds later, he braces himself with an arm against the wall and touches my cheek, tipping my head back. Our lips meet. A soft, sliding kiss. “Don’t move,” he whispers.

I stay like that, eyes closed, lips pursed, until he returns. He swipes something damp over my chest and belly. “Mmm, I feel so claimed,” I murmur, opening my eyes.

He kisses my lips again. “You are.” A dirty gleam flashes in his eyes. “Also, I didn’t think you’d want my cum running down your leg during your show.”

“Aren’t you a gentleman,” I drawl in a light, teasing tone.

“Did I deliver?” he asks.

“You need to ask? I can barely stand up.”

He chuckles as he leans over the sink to wash up. He soaps his hands and cleans my face brush under the running water.

“You might as well toss that, I’m not using it on my face again.”

“Nah, let’s keep it for emergencies. I’ll buy you another one for your face.”

Now that the sex-high is fading, I’m worried about my hair and makeup. Also, the time.

“Shoot. How long were we in here?” I hurry over to the mirror and breathe a sigh of relief. “Not too bad. I can fix the lipstick.”

“I tried to be careful,” he says, rearranging a few stray bits of my hair.

I pull a lipstick that’s close to the color Cindy used out of my bag. Thankfully, since we went with bold eyes, she used a mild color on my lips and I’m able to touch it up easily.

Rooster keeps his hands on me the whole time I’m in front of the mirror, running his fingers down my spine, spanning my waist with his hands, skimming his palms over my butt and thighs.

I wiggle my hips. “Wishing you’d chosen a different target?”

“No,” he scoffs. “I just like touching you.”

Swoon. How does he always say the sweetest things? “I like touching you too.”

He leans in and kisses my shoulder. “Good.”

I hurry into my underwear and bra, then take my dress off its hanger. “Will you help me?”

“Of course.”

We get the dress in place and I check myself in the mirror one last time. “My shoes are out there.”

Someone’s knocking at the door in the other room. “Come in!” I yell.

“It’s locked,” Rooster says, striding out of the bathroom with his shirt in his hands. He flings the door open and a red-faced Greg’s waiting on the other side.

“The walls are thin here,” Gregg huffs. “Just thought I’d mention that.”

My cheeks heat up but I toss off the embarrassment quickly. Someone’s always having sex backstage somewhere. It’s not like I’m the first.