Rhythm of the Road (Lost Kings MC 16)

Her pussy fists around my cock so damn tight. “Fuck,” I groan.

“Right there. Don’t move,” she pleads. Desperately, she reaches for me, hooking one hand over my shoulder, frantically bouncing up and down. “Oh my God.”

“Good girl. Come for me.” I roll the vibrator right over her clit and she spasms around me, digging her nails into my back.

“Yes.”

For several heartbeats I’m suspended in time, solely focused on the pleasure of her coming apart.

Finally, she slumps against me, panting, shaking, and sweaty. “Thank you,” she mumbles, kissing my neck and cheek.

Time for holding back’s over. I curl my hands over her shoulders, pinning her down, and let loose. My hips snap up into the sweet, tight clutch of her perfect little body over and over. All rational thought has been ripped out of my brain. My body bows up off the seat as I explode.

Mind-blowing.

Thump.

I peel my eyes open. Shelby has her hands braced against the roof of the truck and her neck at an awkward angle.

“Sorry,” I groan, still coming so hard, white spots dot my vision. I ease my ass back down to the seat so I’m not ramming her head in the roof. She laughs softly and rubs the top of her head.

“Oh, fuck. Come here.” I wrap my arms around her, burying my face against her shoulder.

Frantic hearts beating, panting, and sweaty, we stay pressed together.

I’m not ready to let go.Chapter FiftyShelby

I don’t want to leave Rooster’s embrace.

Although we are a little sticky.

He presses kisses to my cheek and forehead. “Let’s get out of here.”

Slowly, I extract myself from him, throwing myself onto the passenger seat. With love-drunk puppy eyes, I watch him search the truck for napkins to clean himself with, finally tossing everything into a paper bag and throwing it behind his seat.

“So, uh, whose truck did we defile?” I ask, reaching over to touch his shoulder.

He leans into the seat, arching his back and lifting his hips to buckle his belt. It’s a damn sexy move.

“Ice’s. He’s the president of this charter.”

“Oops.” I cover my mouth with my hand and giggle.

“Mmm.” He swoops in and kisses me. “That’s better. You didn’t look happy when I got here.”

“I’ve never been happier to see anyone in my life.”

Buzzing hums through the air, drawing our attention to a crack in the seat. Rooster digs my little bullet vibrator out, clicks it off, and hands it to me.

Heat stings my cheeks. “Thanks.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Sorry, I…uh.”

He stops and stares. “Sorry about what?”

“Nothing.” I hurry to return the vibrator to its hiding spot in my purse.

“Shelby? What’s the matter?” His hand lands on my arm, gently tugging until I turn toward him.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t want you mad at me.”

He shifts closer, brushing his knuckles over my cheek. “How could I ever be mad at you?”

“I don’t want you to be insulted.”

“About what?”

I swear every time I open my mouth, I’m just jamming my boot farther down my throat. His beard twitches with confusion as he studies my face.

“You know.” I gesture toward my purse.

He swivels his head, staring out the window for a second. “Aren’t you the same girl who told me to whip out my cock in your dressing last time I saw you? And then, I’m pretty sure a few minutes ago you said we could skip foreplay because you needed me inside you so bad.” He brushes his fingers over my knee. “Why so shy all of a sudden?”

Thank God it’s dark. My face is about to burst into flames. “That I needed—you know…”

“I asked you for the toy, Shelby. You worried you insulted my manhood or something?”

“Well, none of my other—”

“Don’t.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “I fuckin’ love getting you off. Any and every single way I can. Like, I want to spend weeks holed up with you somewhere private so we can experiment. Learn every single way to make your legs shake, toes curl, and your eyes roll back in your head.”

What do you say to something like that? “Wow.”

“You have no idea.” He snorts out a laugh. “Anyway, didn’t Heidi tell you about her side hustle? I can’t wait to get home and order a whole bunch of gadgets from her catalog.”

“No, she didn’t. What side hustle?”

“She’s been supplying the whole clubhouse with sex toys for months.”

“Really? But…she’s a mom.”

He side-eyes me. “I’m pretty sure moms have sex too. Actually—”

“All right. I get it. Stop makin’ fun of me.”

He twists the key in the ignition and sneaks a glance my way. “Anything else?”

I bite my lip so hard I wince. “Thanks for understanding, about...”

“You wantin’ me to wrap my dick?” Blunt as usual. “I’m not exactly eager to have little baby roosters clucking around either.”

How can he make me laugh when I’m so tangled up inside?

He reaches over and strokes my cheek. “As long as I get to love you up, I’m happy.”