Love, Loyalty & Mayhem: A Motorcycle Club Romance Anthology

by Ryan Michele

  The corner of his mouth quirks up but he doesn’t suggest joining me. His restraint gives me the courage to extend the invitation.

  I slide out of his lap and hold out my hand to him. “Come with me?”

  He wastes no time taking my hand and standing, clearly intending to follow. As I turn, he gives me a quick tug back, capturing my attention. “You sure, Shelby?”

  My heart’s thudding so hard he can probably hear it. “Well, we’re both pretty dirty.”

  Thankfully, he accepts that answer and slips his arm around my waist, resting his hand on my hip. We sort of trip into the bathroom we’re so close. I push the door closed behind us with a loud click.

  He raises an eyebrow as he studies the small bathtub with overhead shower.

  “We’ll fit,” I assure him, even though I’m not sure that’s true.

  “It’ll be tight.”

  “Do you want to go first?” I offer.

  He frowns and shakes his head. “Fuck no.” He moves to unbuckle his jeans and gives me that questioning eyebrow again.

  “I can toss those in the wash for you.”

  “Last thing I’m worried about is my jeans, sweetheart.”

  Even so, I gather up his stuff and hurry out to the kitchen, tossing everything in and resetting the washer. Maybe I’m trying to give my frantic pulse a chance to slow down.

  When I return, he’s already in the shower.

  “The hot water probably won’t last long,” I warn him.

  He pokes his head out from behind the flowered curtain. “Better hurry then.”

  I gather my dress and tug it up, then stop when I realize he’s still watching me. I meet his eyes and he doesn’t smile or look away. “Go on,” he urges in a tone I can’t resist.

  I toss the dress in the sink; pretty sure it’s ruined from my dip in the river.

  “Hurry,” he says.

  I shimmy out of my panties and bra. Feeling exposed, I cross my arms over my chest. Rooster chuckles and holds out his hand. “Come here.”

  He pulls me into the tub with him and his mouth automatically finds mine. It’s an aggressive but welcoming kiss. He slicks his tongue along my bottom lip, and when I open my mouth, he sweeps his tongue against mine.

  I moan into his mouth and he spins us, settling me under the spray. The hot water shocks my skin and I squeal, pushing out of his hold.

  “Too hot?” he asks, reaching over to adjust the temperature.

  “A little.”

  Bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel line the edge of the tub and he leans over to grab one. “Get back here so I can soap you up.”

  Chuckling, I gather my hair on top of my head and turn my back. Rooster’s thorough, going so far as to get down on the floor of the tub to wash my legs. The firm, sudsy strokes from his hands have me ready to melt into a puddle. A tingle of excitement shoots straight between my legs when he presses his hand between my thighs.

  “Turn, Shelby.”

  Only then do I get a full look at the big man filling up my tub. Nothing on him is small and a tremor of fear shoots to my core.

  Water raining down or not, my mouth goes dry and my hands shake. I lean over and pick up a bottle of shampoo. “Want me to wash your beard?”

  Wow, that offer was both weird and stupid.

  Big, scary, bossy biker or not, Rooster’s too kind to mock me.

  He keeps his hands on my hips and smirks up at me. Desire shimmers in his eyes. “No, Shelby. I want you to ride my beard.” He winks at me. “No helmet required.”

  5

  Rooster

  “Oh my God!” Shelby’s laughter seems to drive her fear and uncertainty away. “Does that line ever really work for you?”

  “Don’t know. Never used it before.”

  She tilts her head like she thinks I’m full of shit. But it’s not a lie. I’ve had girls ask me if they could ride the beard. I’ve never had to offer. Shelby’s all sorts of fun.

  It’s awkward as fuck in the tiny space, but I pull her close enough to finally get my mouth on her pussy. She’s smooth and bare everywhere. Shame, I was hoping for blonde curls to match her hair, but I’m not complaining.

  I hike one of her legs up and hold her so she doesn’t slip. Using my thumbs, I part her swollen lips and swipe my tongue through her wetness. Above me she gasps and moans the second I taste her. “Hang on,” I warn her.

  She digs her hands into my hair, and I put my whole mouth on her, slowly licking up her center until I find her little clit.

  “Oh my God,” she gasps and her knees buckle. “Rooster.”

  A few seconds of focused attention has her quivering and moaning so loud. My cock’s screaming to get inside her, but I can be a patient man when I need to be. I want her to come hard before I impale her.

  I’m also getting a vicious cramp in my neck from the awkward position. Shower sex in a space this small is bullshit. Her hips jerk and I encourage her to grind her hot pussy against my face. Fuck, she tastes amazing. I want her juices coating my face before I’m done with her.

  Keeping one hand on her hip, I give her ass a slap and she cries out, grinding into me even harder. I keep licking and sucking until she jerks away. Breathing hard and shaking, she stares down at me.

  “I’ve never…oh my God. Thank you.”

  That’s what I’m talking about.

  “I need a lot more of you, Shelby,” I warn her as I pick myself up off the floor.

  She presses her hands against my chest and slides her fingers over my skin. “Do you want to go in my bedroom?”

  More than I want to breathe.

  Before I have a chance to answer her or shut off the water, there’s a whoosh and a blast of cooler air hits us.

  “Shelby?” a high-pitched voice calls out.

  The fuck?

  “Oh my, oh my,” Shelby starts chanting.

  “Shelby? Why is there a motorcycle in the driveway?” The voice is coming closer. There’s no way the woman—who I assume is Shelby’s mom—can’t see me. My head sticks out above the top of the shower. Something, Shelby seems to realize as she urges me to duck down.

  “Too late for that, sweetheart,” I whisper, thoroughly amused at the situation.

  “Shelby? Oh my God!” her mom screeches as she must finally realize her daughter isn’t alone. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine, Mom.” Shelby’s voice is barely more than a squeak.

  The door slams shut.

  Shelby slaps her hands over her face. “I’m so sorry,” she mutters.

  I almost say, “not the first time something like that’s happened,” but it feels shitty for some reason. Instead, I pry her hands away from her face. “You’re twenty-two. Never had a guy over before?”

  “No, I have. Just not…nothing like this ever. Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”

  “Stop apologizing. It’s not a big deal.” I glance over my shoulder. “Unless she’s going for a shotgun or something.” This is Texas after all.

  Finally, she laughs. “No shotgun.”

  The water starts to cool. Whether we’ve exhausted the hot water tank or it’s the mom’s way of forcing us out of the shower, I’m not sure. Either way, it does nothing to cure my raging hard-on.

  “Rooster,” she whispers, wrapping her fingers around my dick. “I wanted to take care of you.”

  I suck in a quick hit of air. Her little fingers feel amazing. “Keep stroking, baby.”

  She gives me a wicked smile, then drops to her knees. Guess she forgot her mom’s right outside. Not that I’m complaining.

  Her soft, wet tongue flicks against the underside of my cock. “Oh, fuck. This won’t take long.”

  She peeks up at me and presses a finger to her lips. “Shhh.”

  “I’ll do my—”

  My words are lost as she swoops in and wraps her lips around my cock, sliding down as far as she can. She curls her hand around what she can’t fit in her mouth and gives a nice counter-twist. “Fuck,” I groan.


  Bracing one hand on the wall and the other on the back of her head, I pump my hips a few times. I’m so erratic and out of control, she ends up placing her hands on my hips and letting me have my way with her mouth.

  “Shelby, fuck. That’s it.” At the last minute I yank my dick out of her mouth and shoot cum all over her wet tits.

  “Thank you,” she whispers.

  It wasn’t politeness that stopped me from shooting down her throat. It was the desire to see my cum painting her beautiful body. But I’m thoroughly spent, so I just nod and brush my knuckles against her cheek. “You okay?”

  She nods and I help her stand, turning her to face the water so I can reluctantly clean her off.

  Washing turns to groping and a few seconds later, I’m pinching her little nipples and turning her head so I can kiss her again. She grinds her ass into my half-hard cock, and I groan. I haven’t had enough of her yet.

  “Shelby!” someone bangs on the bathroom door. Right. Forgot about the scandalized mom out there.

  “Shoot.” Shelby pulls away and slams the water off. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers to me.

  “It’s okay.

  We climb out and she tosses a towel at me. Fuck, I forgot she took my clothes and washed them.

  Shelby seems to have the same thought. Her lips twist with remorse. “I’m so sorry. I probably have a pair of gym shorts or something…”

  “I’m fine.” Got nothing to hide. I mean, it’s not like her mom didn’t just hear her daughter giving me head. Might as well go for full-throttle awkward and parade around the house in a towel that barely hides my balls.

  Thankfully, the mom’s not waiting outside the bathroom door for us.

  Something awful occurs to me and I grasp Shelby’s arm, stopping her in her tracks. “You are twenty-two, right?”

  She lets out a soft laugh. “Yes.” She points to the right. “My bedroom, if you’d rather wait there.”

  I’m not going to wait in there like a pussy, but I do follow her in while she gets dressed. The gym shorts she has for me must have belonged to a high school boyfriend because they wouldn’t fit my arm, let alone my anywhere else.

  “Sorry,” she says again. “I’ll get your stuff in the dryer.”

  “Hey.” I stop her and push her wet, tangled hair off her shoulder. “Stop apologizing.” I search her face. “You embarrassed to introduce me to your mom?”

  “No. God, Rooster. Not at all.”

  “Good.”

  She slips into this short, loose black dress. I almost lose my damn mind when she slips a tiny black thong underneath.

  Still wearing the towel, I follow her into the kitchen where an older, plumper, just-as-pretty version of Shelby paces back and forth. “Oh my God! Shelby are you okay!?”

  “I’m fine.”

  The woman’s gaze lands on me then returns to her daughter.

  Shelby’s cheeks turn pink. “This is my friend, Rooster.”

  “Rooster?”

  I hold out my hand. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Morgan.”

  The lady narrows her eyes and quickly shakes my hand.

  “I thought you left with Brad this morning,” she asks Shelby. By the tone she uses to say Brad’s name, I’m guessing she’s not a fan.

  “I did.” Shelby rests her hips against the counter and feeling protective, I place my hands on her shoulders. “He wanted to take these stupid photos at the Riverwalk. I fell in the water.”

  “Oh, baby,” her mom coos. “You can’t swim.”

  “I know.” Shelby shrugs. “Brad thought it was hysterical. But I was scared to death.” She turns and nods at me. “Rooster jumped in the water and carried me out.”

  Mom’s suspicious hawk eyes are softer when they land on me again. “You did?”

  I shrug. “She sounded terrified. I couldn’t leave her in there.”

  “Well, thank you.” Her lips quirk as she pulls Shelby against her for a hug. “You could’ve thanked him with dinner, you know?”

  “Mom,” Shelby protests. “We were all gross from the river water.”

  Her mom laughs and releases Shelby. “Sure, honey.” Her gaze skips to my towel and she raises an eyebrow at me.

  “Your daughter took my clothes hostage, Mrs. Morgan.”

  “You can call me Lynn.” She gestures at the washing machine. “I think it’s done. Better get his stuff in the dryer if you want to get to work on time, Shelbs.”

  Shelby drags herself away from both of us and busies herself pulling stuff out of the washer and plopping it into the dryer.

  “That bike yours?” Lynn asks.

  “Yup.”

  “Got New York plates.”

  “Yeah, I’m visiting the area.”

  “Uh-huh.” Suspicious mom returns. She nods at my leather cut still draped over one of the dining room chairs. “Your whole MC down here?”

  “Yeah, we’re friendly with the local club. It’s all good.”

  She breathes out a sigh of relief. “Okay, I just don’t want her…”

  “No one will bother her, Lynn.”

  The fear drains out of her eyes. She tilts her head and studies me. “You’re nicer than I’d expect.”

  Meaning she’s had some bad run-ins with bikers. “I have my moments.” I wink at her. “And a weakness for pretty ladies.”

  Flirting seems to work. She opens the refrigerator and offers to feed me. Shelby’s jaw drops. Maybe Lynn’s not usually so polite to Shelby’s boyfriends, but in Brad’s case, I kind of don’t blame the woman.

  Shelby fusses with setting the table and pouring tea while her mother fixes lunch. As Shelby backs away, I reach out and grab her hand. “Hey, you okay?”

  Her nervous eyes meet mine. “I’m sorry I’m basically holding you hostage here.”

  I laugh and lean in to kiss her forehead. “Baby, if I wanted to go, I’d go. Pants or not.”

  She chuckles and some of the tension seems to drain out of her. “Okay.”

  Her mother sets out heaping portions of chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Shit, I think I’m in love with this family.

  “Leftovers from the diner,” Lynn says almost as an apology.

  “Looks great to me. Thank you.” It’s been an eventful day and I’m starving.

  “Shelby?” Lynn’s voice is low as if she’s hoping I won’t notice. But we’re all in pretty tight quarters. Even so, I keep my face focused on my plate.

  “You and Brad?” she prompts her daughter.

  “O-V-E-R.” Shelby sighs. “He was such a jackass.”

  “Boy was born on third and always thought he hit a triple,” Lynn mutters. Damn, I like this lady. “Dickless wonder too.”

  Now I see where Shelby gets her sass from.

  Shelby snorts. “We got the photos, though. Rooster saved the SD card for me.”

  “Good.” They’re both quiet and I look up to see them sharing some sort of silent communication. Shelby shrugs and shakes her head.

  As we’re finishing up, my phone buzzes. I flick the screen and check the texts from Jiggy. “Damn,” I mutter.

  “Do you have to go? One of your friends said you were meeting…are you late?”

  “Nah, it’s okay.” Actually, that’s not true. Z needs me at this meeting and after everything he’s done to keep our charter together and the faith he’s put in me, I don’t want to disappoint him. Shelby seems to sense my inner conflict and leans over to yank open the dryer door.

  “Your stuff’s almost finished.”

  “Thanks.”

  She hands me the bundle of clothes and I head to her bedroom to change.

  6

  Shelby

  “It takes an awfully confident man to eat a meal in a towel in a stranger’s house,” my mother says when I return to the kitchen.

  I laugh and shrug. “I guess.”

  “You seem to like him.”

  “I do.” I shrug again not quite comfortable discussing this with my mother when Roost
er’s in the other room.

  “Fine looking man too.” Her gaze darts to the hallway.

  “Hands off, Mom.”

  She laughs and starts clearing the table. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I still like my men more seasoned.”

  Rooster’s plenty seasoned. I swear my legs are still jelly from the orgasm he gave me before. I’d never come so hard in my life.

  “Are you going to invite him to—”

  “Hell, no. He’s only here for a few days. He doesn’t want to go to some hillbilly bar—”

  “Shelby.” She sighs and shakes her head. “Baby, you’re so talented. How much more do you need to accomplish before you believe it?”

  I raise my hands and sweep my gaze over our tiny rental house. “Getting us out of here would help.”

  “That’s not your job, honey.”

  Shit, I didn’t mean to make my mother feel bad. She’s been struggling to provide for both of us since my dad walked out more than a decade ago. She’s sacrificed a lot to help me achieve my dreams. “You’ve done enough. It’s time for me to take care of you, Mom.”

  She wraps me up in a comforting hug. “You’re doin’ fine and I have faith in you.”

  “Thanks.”

  The floor creaks as Rooster enters the kitchen. “I’m sorry, Shelby. I really do need to go. Do you need a ride to work or anything?”

  “No, my Mom will take me.”

  My mother—meddler that she is—elbows me but I ignore it. “I’ll walk you out, though.”

  He stops by the door to lace up his boots and I admire his long, dexterous hands. He’d be a great piano player. “Do you play any instruments?” I blurt out.

  He doesn’t even blink at the out-of-nowhere question. “Nope. No musical talent whatsoever.”

  “Hmm. Shame. You have great hands.”

  One corner of his mouth twitches and he pulls me closer. “Didn’t get to put them on you enough to satisfy me.”

  “Oh no?”

  “No.”

  We stare at each other for a few minutes. “Come outside with me.”

  When we reach his bike, he leans against the seat and pulls me between his legs. “When can I see you again?”