As the word cops leaves my lips, Heidi gracefully stands on top of the bar and whistles an ear-splitting sound to get Murphy’s attention. She makes a few hand signals that must be code for “Police are on the way!” Murphy taps Jigsaw’s shoulder and says a few words against his ear. Jigsaw whistles and signals to the others. A few seconds later, all five bikers slowly back out of the chaos and return to us at the bar.
Sherry reappears.
With a shotgun in her hands.
She aims at the ceiling and fires. A deafening blast that puts an abrupt end to the fighting. Chunks of wood spray down over the center of the bar.
Rooster slips his arm around me. “Where was she ten minutes ago?” he mutters.
I can’t help it. Maybe it’s the fear or adrenaline, but I press my palms against his face and yank him down for a kiss.
“Thank you,” I whisper against his lips.
“Thank me later when I get you out of here before the cops show up.” He pulls back a few inches. “You’re trouble, little darlin’.”
He’s teasing, but I melt against him anyway. In his arms, I know I’m safe.
He eyes Sherry who’s still holding the shotgun. “I think she’s got it under control.” He turns to his brothers. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Seventeen
Rooster
Another night and I find myself on an excruciating ride back to Shelby’s place. Maybe I should just start paying her mom rent.
Except, tonight I’m not planning to stay long. She’s coming with me. After that shitshow at the Tipsy Saddle, I won’t let her wander far from my sight. In fact, I follow her right into her bedroom.
“Are you hungry?” I ask.
“I can never eat after a show, I’m still too jittery and wound up.”
Makes sense.
“So.” My lips twitch as I draw out the word. “I’ve never been accused of being someone’s White Knight before.”
Shelby stops and turns, wide eyes blinking. A sweet shade of red spreads over her cheeks and down her chest. “What?”
“Your song.”
She lowers her gaze. “I was hoping you couldn’t make out the words.”
“Why? I’m more worried you’ll tell people it’s about me, and they won’t believe it.”
“Are you kidding?” She steps closer. “You may come in denim and leather instead of shining armor, but you’ve rescued me twice now. Three times if you count chasing Brad away from my door this morning.”
“Saw that kick you landed on that one fool’s chest.” I push her hair back off her cheek. “So, I’m not sure you needed the rescue, but I’m damn glad I was there.”
“Me too.”
My hand drops to her shoulder, and I skim the strap of her dress with my fingers. “This is pretty.”
“My mama made it.”
Somehow that doesn’t surprise me. It fits Shelby’s curves and personality.
She twists her fingers in the fabric swirling around her legs. “There’s a secret to it.”
“To what?” I’m too focused on the bits of bare leg she’s revealing as she lifts the material.
“Matching shorts.” She flips the skirt up, revealing a pair of tight little shorts the same shade of blue-green as the flowers scattered all over the dress.
I run my hand over my beard as I take her in.
“Jackasses trying to take pictures up my dress is nothing new,” she explains.
Instantly, my lust flips to rage. “Those motherfuckers. I didn’t punch them nearly enough.”
“You punched them?”
“Fuck yeah, I did. The ones I didn’t get, Jiggy handled.”
“I’m sorry your brothers had to get involved in my mess.”
“They’ve always got my back. No matter what.”
She reaches for my hands, turning them over to inspect my scraped knuckles. “You should let me put ice on ’em.”
“I had something more healing in mind.”
“Like what?” Her question comes out coy.
I brush my bruised knuckles over her shoulder. “Like soft skin and that honey voice of yours.”
“Honey, huh?”
“Smooth and sweet.”
“You’re smooth and sweet.”
I clutch my chest and throw my head back. “You’re killing me, woman.”
She turns and sweeps her hair into a ponytail. “Will you unzip my dress?”
“With pleasure.” As if I’d say no to undressing this beautiful woman. My fingers graze the zipper, and I pause, inspired by a better idea. “Place your hands on the bed.” The way she doesn’t hesitate or question me does wonders for my already enormous ego.
I step closer and trail my fingers over the backs of her thighs, lifting her dress as I go, uncovering the surprise underneath. “These are cute.”
Instead of answering, she wiggles her butt.
“Want me to take them off?”
“If you want to,” she whispers.
I smack her ass hard enough to make her gasp. “What do you want?”
Her body tightens up against me. I slide my hand between her thighs, exploring the damp satin material clinging to her pussy. “You’re soaked.”
“I’m all sweaty.”
“I don’t think that’s sweat.”
“Oh!” she gasps, as I slide my fingers over her clit.
Even with the thin material in the way, I keep my touch light. Slowly stroking until her hips move in time with me. “That’s it,” I encourage.
“Rooster,” she whispers.
Before answering, I hook my fingers in her underwear and drag them down her legs, stopping along the way to kiss the small of her back, each butt cheek and the backs of her thighs.
“You’re so damn pretty.” I kiss her soft skin in between words. “The way you worked that stage was something else.” Having her bent over in front of me has my dick ready to tear through my jeans.
She snorts into the sheets. “It’s nothing but a little bar.”
I smack her ass again. “Doesn’t matter. Any fool can see you’re destined for bigger things.”
This time, she has no sassy comeback. She’s too busy moaning and panting as I slide my fingers up her thigh and through the soft, wet flesh between her legs. The ferocious need to be inside her practically blinds me.
Chapter Eighteen
Shelby
My mind’s gone. I’m usually wound up after a show and can’t sit still, but with Rooster’s fingers sliding back and forth between my legs, I’m practically melting into my mattress.
“Please don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of stopping.”
I love the gruff but reassuring tone he uses with me. His fingers haven’t stopped moving, the heat he’s creating down there continues to build. Air bursts past my lips as he slips one finger all the way inside, curling and stroking until my body clenches tight. Molten-hot pleasure shoots through me. My heart beats hummingbird fast. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on. How is he still so calm and in control?
My toes curl in my boots, and I squeeze my eyes shu
t, desperately trying to leap onto the freight train of pleasure barreling down on me. Heat races over my skin.
“Will you come for me, Shelby?” His whispered question holds a note of teasing. “Come all over my hand for me.”
The pressure inside me breaks as I finally let go. Quivering heat crashes through me, leaving me breathless and my legs shaking so hard I can barely stand. He slips his fingers out of me but stays pressed against my body.
There’s a crinkling sound. His body shifts. The rough fabric of his jeans tickles my legs. A few seconds later, he drags his cock along my slit. “Think you can take more?” he teases.
“God, yes. Please.” I don’t even care how desperate and eager I sound.
He withdraws completely, cool air replacing his warmth over my bare skin. His body brushes my side as he flops down on the bed in front of me. “Come ride me.”
“Beard or cock?”
Laughter dances in his eyes. He strokes his hand up and down his cock, showing off. “Lady’s choice.”
I strip off my dress and bra, but when I bend over to take off my boots, Rooster sits up and stops me. “Leave the boots on.”
He grips my hip and guides me into the bed. I throw my leg over him, straddling his hips.
“Damn, I’m a lucky bastard,” he whispers. “Every man in that bar would’ve killed to go home with you.”
“Well, you’re the only man I wanted to take home.” I rock back and forth, teasing him for a second before stopping. “I don’t take guys home with me from the bar. Or anywhere, usually. You’re—” I don’t know why I feel the sudden urge to explain myself.
He sits up, pressing his palms against my cheeks. “Wouldn’t matter to me if you did.”
That’s not exactly reassuring for some reason.
“Life’s too short for games or regret.” His low, rumbling voice hints at a deeper meaning. He brushes a soft kiss over my lips, beard tickling my skin. “You my girl tonight?”