Lyrics on the Wind (Lost Kings MC 17)

I hold up the card. “You were going to tell me about this?”

He sighs, runs his fingers through his hair, then levels me with one of his panty-melting smiles. “Come naked-cuddle with me and I’ll give you all the details.”

Twenty minutes later, I’m howling with laughter and clutching my stomach. “Your club’s giving out cunnilingus achievement awards?”

Rooster grumble-laughs along with me. “Not my club. This charter of my club.” He stops for a second. “Ah, shit. Sway probably did something similar when he was president. Christ, I hope Z doesn’t get any bright ideas when he hears about it.”

“So,” I tap the card with my finger, “I take it you’re allowed to participate since they gave you a scoreboard.”

“Yup.” He lets out a devious chuckle. “I’m not ashamed to admit, I encouraged Murphy to partake in the challenge just because I know it’ll annoy the shit out of Heidi’s brother every time he sees that patch.”

“You’re terrible.”

“I know.” He grins. “I’m okay with it.”

I grab the card and study it again. “The calendar runs for thirty-five days not thirty.”

I swear he almost blushes. “There was some lengthy debate about adding five free days, uh, for the monogamous brothers…just in case.”

After a second or two, his meaning sinks in and now my cheeks warm. “Oh, well, my time of the month is usually light and short thanks to the IUD. My cranky days and food-cravings not so much—like I warned you about earlier.”

He chuckles. “Is that what you were trying to get at with the steak and ice cream thing?”

“Yes,” I huff. Why is this so weird and embarrassing to talk about when the man’s inspected me inside and out every which way?

While I might be embarrassed, Rooster’s clearly aroused by the discussion. He shoves the sheet away from my body and slides his hand over my ribs, down into the dip of my waist and over the curve of my hip and back. The whole time staring at my body like he’s the big, bad wolf about to gobble me up.

After a few seconds, he meets my eyes. “That wasn’t why I said what I did in Ice’s office. Just so you know.”

While I mentally replay all the things we talked about earlier, he wedges his hands between my thighs and strokes his middle finger through my slit.

At his touch, my heart flutters and my thoughts scatter. “W—what was that?”

“That I wanted to lay you out on the desk—”

“Oh, right.”

He strokes harder, using more pressure each time he nears my clit.

His voice is low and hypnotic as he continues. “I wouldn’t use you like that…disrespect you by not telling you if I was trying to earn that patch.”

That honest admission drags me from the lust fog I’m slowly spiraling into. The club is so important to him, such a big part of his life and identity. And from other bikers I’ve known, not many put the comfort or opinions of women above the club. Not even the women they’ve exchanged vows with.

I don’t know what to say.

Me, the queen of lyrics and words. Speechless.

So, I cup his cheek and say the only words I can think of. “I love you.”

Rooster

Love that soft look in Shelby’s eyes and the reverent way she touches my face. I press a kiss to her wrist, so fuckin’ happy she’s not thoroughly disgusted by the club’s patch challenge.

I’m still lazily stroking her pussy, enjoying the way she’s struggling to keep her eyes open. I shift closer, twisting my wrist, and slowly push my middle finger inside. She’s so warm and wet. Tight and hot. I rest my forehead on her chest. “Lie on your back for me.”

She turns, shifting closer to me, and I use the opportunity to slip my other arm under her body. “That’s it.” I pump my finger in and out, eventually adding another one and use the heel of my hand to keep pressure on her clit.

“L-Logan, I’m close. So close,” she whispers.

“I know.” I kiss her cheek. “I can tell. I want you to come.” I stare into her dazed eyes. “Can you do that for me?”

“Oh God. Right there.” Her hips jerk up, chasing my hand. I stop teasing and use my fingers to fuck her with hard, firm strokes. She trembles, squeezes, and shudders through her orgasm.

“I hope you’re not done because I need to taste you now,” I warn as I slide down her body.

She curls her fingers in my hair, which I take as a sign she wants me to continue. She’s still fired up, writhing and twisting under me, so I waste no time shoving my face against her, licking and sucking, wiggling my tongue against her clit until she lifts her hips, mashing my face against her pussy. I groan with approval. There are no other sounds in the room besides her heavy breathing, cries of happiness, and lots of delicious, wet sucking. Her thighs tremble as she explodes with pleasure. I bring her down slowly with soft kisses and petting until she finally opens her eyes.