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.
“Dear God,” she whispers. She lifts up on her elbows and stares at me. “You are so earning that patch.”
I rumble with laughter and kiss my way up her body.
“You know I’d do that every day, multiple times a day, patch or no patch, right?” I settle myself between her legs, pushing my cock inside her slippery heat.
She lifts her legs, locking them around me. “I think so.”
I thump into her with more force. “You think?”
“Yes. Oh my. Do that again.”
I nail her with short, hard strokes and she still can’t seem to get enough. Lifting her hips, grinding against me just as eager as I am. I grab a pillow and try to stuff it under her without losing my rhythm. She notices and whimpers. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“Not gonna happen.”
We both come hard and loud. “Fuck,” I groan as I keep pumping into her. I could happily die right this second without a single regret.
My arms give out and I land on the mattress next to her.
She reaches over and curls her fingers around mine and whispers, “Forget stars. You make me see galaxies.”
That’s a beat-on-my chest statement if ever I’ve heard one.
I turn my head—the only body part I’m capable of moving at the moment. “Good, ’cause you’re my whole universe.”
She squeezes my hand.
After a few seconds, my heart rate’s back to normal. I thought she’d drifted off to sleep, but she pops up, eager gaze bouncing around the room.
“Where’s that hole punch?” She scampers to the end of the bed while I tuck my arms behind my head and enjoy the view of her naked ass while she searches through our pile of clothes.
She holds the little silver device up in triumph and saunters back to bed. “Gimmie that card.”
Amused, I turn over and search for it. Somehow it ended up under our sweaty bodies and it’s a little mashed and wrinkled. Biting her bottom lip, she happily punches a hole in the first box.
The smile on her face falters as she hands the card back. She stops halfway.
“One thing.” Her gaze flicks toward my cut. “Uh, none of those patches are from sexcapades you’ve had with other girls, right? ’Cause, I’d rather you wear that ring,” she wiggles her fingers toward the nightstand where I’d dropped the ring an ex had given me about a million years ago, “than some patch on your cut proclaiming you ate some random girl’s pussy for a month straight.”
The idea’s so absurd to me that I end up roaring with laughter for a solid minute. “No. None of them are pussy patches.”
Maybe that was too specific of an answer. She frowns. “No blow job patches? No doggy style—”
“No carnal patches of any kind on my cut,” I assure her. “Each one has some meaning behind it but not like that. You can ask Jiggy to confirm tomorrow, if you want.”
That finally seems to erase the concern lingering in her eyes.
She hands me the card.
“No need. I trust you.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Rooster
Before we can get back on the road, Dawson invites us to join his new security team for a presentation, meeting, workshop, class, whatever you want to call it. Selling it to Jigsaw isn’t easy. He hated school and isn’t exactly eager to return to anything resembling being told what to do.
Shelby’s coming with us so she can work on some songs with her band.
Feels good to have her on the back of my bike again.
She squeezes me tight and I’m thrown back to the first time she took that spot. The Texas heat. Her soaked sundress. I reach back and run my hand over her jeans-covered legs. Definitely more appropriate riding gear than that first ride.
“You all right?” I shout.
“Wonderful!”
Feels good to hear that. Every day since she left the hospital, she seems a little more like herself.
At the hotel, I walk her downstairs to where her band’s rehearsing.
“I’ll be right upstairs if you need me.” I take both of Shelby’s hands in mine. “If you want to leave early or something comes up, just send me a text.”
She leans on tiptoes and kisses my cheek. “I’ll be fine. Thank you for doing this.” She reaches out and touches Jiggy’s arm. “You too. You didn’t have to—”