Lyrics on the Wind (Lost Kings MC 17)

He responds by sucking harder, then easing off. Shamelessly, I grab his hair, grinding against his face. He lets out a hungry noise, the sound vibrating against my core.

So good. Right there, there, there…

Little sparks explode into big fireworks. All my muscles clench tight. My toes curl. Back arching, my body writhing and bucking.

I’m still shaking as he kisses his way up my stomach, pulling the sheet around us as he wedges himself between my legs.

He kisses along my jaw, stopping to whisper in my ear, “Can you take more?”

While I’m remembering how to form words, he slowly slides his cock through my wetness. My body jerks when he grazes my oversensitive clit.

Trembling and still seeing stars, I finally answer. “Yes, please. Stop teasing me. Hurry.”

Eager and greedy, that’s me.

Still, he takes his sweet time, wrapping me up in his arms, whispering loving words against my throat. He drives into me in one long, slow thrust.

A thousand tiny, perfect bursts of pleasure light my insides.

“Yes.” I dig my heels into the mattress, arching my back. He hitches one of my legs up. No longer cognizant of anything else around us, I wrap my legs around his waist, kicking off the sheet. “Fuck. Right there. Harder.”

He slams his mouth over mine, kissing deep, swallowing my words. I wrap my arms around him, holding on tight. Kissing him back just as hard. Binding us together. Solid. Unbreakable. A heavenly harmony—where I end, he begins and everything in between.

Pleasure racing, I lift my legs higher, my body pulsing around him. “Come with me,” I beg. “Please.”

Muscles straining, hips snapping into me, he keeps going. Faster. Harder. Crushing me against his body.

“Yes. Fuck, that’s so good.” I nip his earlobe. “Right there.”

It feels like my orgasm will never end.

“Ten-star performance, guys!” Jigsaw’s voice booms through the darkness.

Our sensual spell shatters into a million pieces.

Rooster’s body freezes mid-thrust.

Whoops. That’s right. We’re not alone. And I wasn’t even attempting to be quiet anymore. I bite my lip—to stop myself from screaming, laughing, or crying, I’m not sure.

A frustrated growl bursts out of Rooster. “Motherfucker! I’m gonna kill you,” he shouts over his shoulder.

I’m teetering somewhere between embarrassed that Jigsaw overheard such an intimate moment and still-tingling-with-so-much-pleasure-I-don’t-care if he made a video for instant replays.

Giggling, I reach up and press my hand to Rooster’s cheek, turning him to face me again.

“Kiss me before you kill him,” I whisper.

He leans down and brushes a distracted kiss over my lips.

“Wait. Did you?” I wriggle my hips. He’s still harder than a baseball bat inside me.

“No.” He groans and drops his forehead to mine. “No, I did not.”

“Poor timing? Oopsie.” Jiggy cackles in the darkness. “Well, at least I waited for Shelby to finish.”

“Shut. Up,” Rooster snarls.

I press my fist to my mouth, biting down to stop myself from laughing any harder at our absurd situation.

“I should’ve known better,” Rooster grumbles.

“Ignore him.” I squeeze my inner muscles tight and he groans. “Focus on me.”

“I can’t.” He pushes away but I dig my fingers into his arm to stop him. In the shadows, his eyes glitter as he stares down at me. “You really want to keep going knowing he’s listening?”

I run my fingers through his hair, hoping to calm him down and bring him back to me. “The damage is done.”

“Got that right,” he mutters, glancing down to where we’re still joined. “This actually fucking hurts.”

“I’ll step out so you can get yours, buddy,” Jigsaw yells. A second later the back door opens and closes.

“Thank fuck.” Rooster shakes his head and tucks his arms around me. “You sure you still want—”

I hook my arm around his neck and raise myself enough to kiss his question away. “I need you to come inside me,” I whisper in his ear. “You made me feel so good. I want to return the favor.”

He slides his hands down my side, cupping my ass and rolling us. “Get on top of me,” he urges.

I yelp and grab for the sheet, not trusting that Jiggy went for a walk.

“He’s an asshole but he knows I’ll slice out his eyes if he tries lookin’ at you,” Rooster assures me. Even so, he pulls the sheet up and over both of us, creating a grown-up blanket fort of privacy.

“Give me a second.” As much as I want to make him feel good too, I’m a little out of sorts.

It’s so dark I can barely make out his outline. There’s a soft, wet popping sound and a second later, Rooster shoves his hand between my thighs, stopping to swirl his finger around my clit. “Oh,” I moan and throw my head back. “That helps. That helps a lot.”

The familiar fiery sensation returns, singing through my blood. I slowly rock my hips back and forth.

“That’s good. Perfect. Just like that,” Rooster groans, slipping into a sensual groove again. “Keep going. Yes. Harder.”