Lyrics on the Wind (Lost Kings MC Book 17)

by Autumn Jones Lake

  “Oh.” She pulls away, interest sparkling in her eyes. “I like that. Let me write it down.” She reaches for her notebook.

  While she’s writing, I push her hair off her shoulder and kiss her neck. “There’s a piece of historic Route 66 not too far from here. Ever wanted to take a photo in front of a sixty-foot tall lit up soda bottle?”

  She shakes with laughter. Best damn sound in the world.

  “No, I can’t say that I have. But I’m game.”

  ‘Let’s do it.”

  Now she’s more animated. She eagerly scoots out of my lap and rushes to her closet, searching for her riding clothes.

  At least I’ve fixed things for now.

  Chapter Fifty-Four

  Shelby

  “Shelby,” Rooster rasps against my ear. His beard tickles my shoulder and my arm twitches.

  “Sleeping.” I’m plum tuckered out after our adventures along Route 66.

  Rough fingers hook under the strap of my tank top, slowly dragging it down my arm. Warm lips, and the softest, sucking kisses follow.

  A delightful shiver of pleasure stretches my body out, pulling me a little more from slumber.

  Rooster kisses my shoulder again.

  “Mmm, that’s nice.”

  “I had the best dream.” His hand skims my hip, slides over my stomach and dips under my shorts.

  Automatically, my body rolls to give him access. “What?” I ask.

  “I had my face buried right here.” He presses his hand between my legs. “Licking your beautiful pussy like it was my last fuckin’ meal.” Every growly word stirs the desire swirling in my belly faster.

  “Oh.” I’m fully awake now. I wriggle until I’m on my back.

  Rooster slowly slides his hand over my ribs and cups my breast, gently teasing his thumb over my nipple. “Would you like that?”

  “Yes.” I reach down, gripping his fully-hard cock through his shorts.

  “No. No.” He attempts to shift away. “Not yet.”

  I squeeze a little harder and he groans. “Bad girl.”

  “Very, very bad,” I agree.

  He shoves my shirt out of his way. I sit up enough to take it off, tucking it under my pillow.

  “Good girl.” He slides his hot, wet tongue over one nipple, stopping to suck it into his mouth.

  “Oh,” I gasp. My hips jerk.

  “Shhh,” Rooster whispers in my ear. “Can you be quiet for me?”

  “I’m trying.”

  We both listen for a few seconds, staring in the direction of Jiggy’s section. No sounds or movement.

  Rooster tucks the sheet around me before dropping kisses along my jaw and over my chest. Slowly, he eases his big body down the bed, under the sheet, stopping to suck and kiss each nipple. He moves lower, tickling my belly with his beard. A giggle bursts out of me.

  I clap one hand over my mouth. Good thing. More laughter bubbles up as he dips his tongue in my belly button before moving lower.

  I grip the sheet, tenting it enough to peer into the darkness. “You’re going to suffocate under there,” I whisper.

  Instead of answering, he pushes my thighs apart and nuzzles my center. He kisses and nips my inner thigh.

  All the tickling, shivery sensations swirling together leave me breathless with anticipation.

  He slides his fingers over the thin strip of cotton still covering me. Up and down, slowly increasing the pressure with each pass. Part of me wants to scream at him to rip off my panties and touch me. The rest of me is enjoying this way too much to make demands. He stops the maddening strokes and concentrates all his attention on using two fingers to trace circles over my clit.

  I’m on the verge of begging when he finally pushes the material aside and brushes his knuckles against my slick flesh.

  My hips jerk from the contact. A low, growling noise of approval rumbles against my thigh. I’m so worked up, so on the edge.

  I want to sob with relief when he hooks his fingers in my underwear and drags them down my legs, tossing them somewhere. I don’t even care where they end up.

  One big, warm hand parts my lips. An exquisite exploratory lick.

  I sigh and relax into the pillow.

  He drags his tongue over my flesh again and again. Harder, more intentional licks. Sensation sizzles through my belly. My back bows.

  “Oh shit!” I gasp.

  “Shhh,” he reminds me.

  I bite one fist. My other hand curls into his hair, pushing his head back in place. He laughs softly before diving in again. Feasting. No hesitation. All I can do is hold on tight while he drives me into a frenzy of desire.

  A warbled moan passes my lips when he flattens his tongue against my clit, licking and teasing until I’m thrashing on the bed. My fists curl tight, twisting the sheets.

  He drives a finger deep, stopping to rub the sensitive spot inside me.

  I let out a low moan.

  He spreads his free hand over my lower stomach, pressing down with firm but gentle pressure. Desperately, I reach for him and tug on his hair.

  “I can’t.” My whisper fades to an urgent moan.

  He responds by sucking harder, then easing off. Shamelessly, I grab his hair, grinding against his face. He lets out a hungry noise, the sound vibrating against my core.

  So good. Right there, there, there…

  Little sparks explode into big fireworks. All my muscles clench tight. My toes curl. Back arching, my body writhing and bucking.

  I’m still shaking as he kisses his way up my stomach, pulling the sheet around us as he wedges himself between my legs.

  He kisses along my jaw, stopping to whisper in my ear, “Can you take more?”

  While I’m remembering how to form words, he slowly slides his cock through my wetness. My body jerks when he grazes my oversensitive clit.

  Trembling and still seeing stars, I finally answer. “Yes, please. Stop teasing me. Hurry.”

  Eager and greedy, that’s me.

  Still, he takes his sweet time, wrapping me up in his arms, whispering loving words against my throat. He drives into me in one long, slow thrust.

  A thousand tiny, perfect bursts of pleasure light my insides.

  “Yes.” I dig my heels into the mattress, arching my back. He hitches one of my legs up. No longer cognizant of anything else around us, I wrap my legs around his waist, kicking off the sheet. “Fuck. Right there. Harder.”

  He slams his mouth over mine, kissing deep, swallowing my words. I wrap my arms around him, holding on tight. Kissing him back just as hard. Binding us together. Solid. Unbreakable. A heavenly harmony—where I end, he begins and everything in between.

  Pleasure racing, I lift my legs higher, my body pulsing around him. “Come with me,” I beg. “Please.”

  Muscles straining, hips snapping into me, he keeps going. Faster. Harder. Crushing me against his body.

  “Yes. Fuck, that’s so good.” I nip his earlobe. “Right there.”

  It feels like my orgasm will never end.

  “Ten-star performance, guys!” Jigsaw’s voice booms through the darkness.

  Our sensual spell shatters into a million pieces.

  Rooster’s body freezes mid-thrust.

  Whoops. That’s right. We’re not alone. And I wasn’t even attempting to be quiet anymore. I bite my lip—to stop myself from screaming, laughing, or crying, I’m not sure.

  A frustrated growl bursts out of Rooster. “Motherfucker! I’m gonna kill you,” he shouts over his shoulder.

  I’m teetering somewhere between embarrassed that Jigsaw overheard such an intimate moment and still-tingling-with-so-much-pleasure-I-don’t-care if he made a video for instant replays.

  Giggling, I reach up and press my hand to Rooster’s cheek, turning him to face me again.

  “Kiss me before you kill him,” I whisper.

  He leans down and brushes a distracted kiss over my lips.

  “Wait. Did you?” I wriggle my hips. He’s still harder than a baseball b
at inside me.

  “No.” He groans and drops his forehead to mine. “No, I did not.”

  “Poor timing? Oopsie.” Jiggy cackles in the darkness. “Well, at least I waited for Shelby to finish.”

  “Shut. Up,” Rooster snarls.

  I press my fist to my mouth, biting down to stop myself from laughing any harder at our absurd situation.

  “I should’ve known better,” Rooster grumbles.

  “Ignore him.” I squeeze my inner muscles tight and he groans. “Focus on me.”

  “I can’t.” He pushes away but I dig my fingers into his arm to stop him. In the shadows, his eyes glitter as he stares down at me. “You really want to keep going knowing he’s listening?”

  I run my fingers through his hair, hoping to calm him down and bring him back to me. “The damage is done.”

  “Got that right,” he mutters, glancing down to where we’re still joined. “This actually fucking hurts.”

  “I’ll step out so you can get yours, buddy,” Jigsaw yells. A second later the back door opens and closes.

  “Thank fuck.” Rooster shakes his head and tucks his arms around me. “You sure you still want—”

  I hook my arm around his neck and raise myself enough to kiss his question away. “I need you to come inside me,” I whisper in his ear. “You made me feel so good. I want to return the favor.”

  He slides his hands down my side, cupping my ass and rolling us. “Get on top of me,” he urges.

  I yelp and grab for the sheet, not trusting that Jiggy went for a walk.

  “He’s an asshole but he knows I’ll slice out his eyes if he tries lookin’ at you,” Rooster assures me. Even so, he pulls the sheet up and over both of us, creating a grown-up blanket fort of privacy.

  “Give me a second.” As much as I want to make him feel good too, I’m a little out of sorts.

  It’s so dark I can barely make out his outline. There’s a soft, wet popping sound and a second later, Rooster shoves his hand between my thighs, stopping to swirl his finger around my clit. “Oh,” I moan and throw my head back. “That helps. That helps a lot.”

  The familiar fiery sensation returns, singing through my blood. I slowly rock my hips back and forth.

  “That’s good. Perfect. Just like that,” Rooster groans, slipping into a sensual groove again. “Keep going. Yes. Harder.”

  Since we’re hopefully alone now, I ignore all the little squeaks and noises the bed makes. Rooster clamps down on my hips, thrusting up so hard, I lose my balance and brace myself against his chest.

  Breathing fast and harsh, he lets out a primal groan of pure male satisfaction. I fall against his sweaty chest, molding myself to his body. He wraps strong arms around me, binding us together. One of his big hands palms my ass, squeezing. I turn my head, kissing and sucking the sensitive spot below his ear. He groans even louder into my hair as his orgasm thoroughly sweeps him under.

  “Come here.” He rolls to the side and leans closer to kiss my forehead. We’re both breathing hard, sweaty foreheads pressed together, free hands softly traveling over each other. “Thank you.”

  “That’s my boy!” Jigsaw cheers from outside. A loud round of clapping follows.

  I burst out laughing, drawing away.

  “That’s it,” Rooster growls. “He’s dead.”

  Laughing even harder, I slide down the mattress, covering my face with the sheet. The bed shifts as Rooster stands. I poke my head out and slide my gaze over his body. The weak moonlight from the window highlights every marvelous line and angle as he jerks a pair of shorts over his hips.

  “Damn, you’re a gorgeous man, Logan,” I whisper.

  His severe expression softens and his shoulders drop. He leans over and kisses my cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

  I grab his arm. “Don’t go. Stay here with me.”

  A moment of indecision flashes across his face but then he climbs into bed, holding out his arm so I can snuggle up against him.

  He tucks his other arm behind his head and peers down at me. “Sorry I woke you,” he says in that charmingly cocky way that doesn’t hold a note of regret.

  “No you’re not.”

  “I couldn’t help it. One minute, I was dreaming about you. The next I was awake and your hot, soft little body was curled next to me.” He squeezes his eyes shut and smiles. “I needed to taste you.”

  “I’m not complaining. You can wake me up for that anytime you want.”

  “Not gonna lie.” He reaches underneath the sheet. “I panicked for a second there. Thought my balls were going to explode when Jiggy interrupted my flow.”

  I snort-giggle against his side.

  “You saved me from a deadly case of blue balls, chickadee.” He tickles his fingers over my ribs and I laugh even harder.

  “Anytime.” I trace my finger over his bottom lip. “Feel free to wiggle that wicked tongue around my clit whenever you want.”

  He sucks my finger into his mouth and stares into my eyes.

  “Careful, I’ll take you up on that.” He kisses my fingertips and curls his hand around mine. We’re quiet for a few minutes.

  “Should we tell Jiggy it’s safe to return?” I ask.

  “No. He can sleep outside tonight.”

  Chapter Fifty-Five

  Rooster

  What a night.

  I glance over at Shelby.

  Still asleep.

  We don’t have to leave for a few hours so I’m not waking her. Already interrupted her sleep enough last night.

  As I pad through the darkened RV, my gaze lands on Jiggy’s sleeping form, prone on his mattress. My foot twitches with the urge to kick him awake just for the hell of it.

  I slip my phone in my pocket and go outside to check on a few things instead.

  Maybe twenty minutes into tidying up the inside of the truck, my phone buzzes.

  Lynn.

  Great, what does Shelby’s mom want to bust my balls about now?

  “Morning, Lynn,” I answer. “You’re up early.”

  “Logan, I need to talk to you.” The anxiety rattling in her voice can’t be missed.

  Pulling myself out of the truck cab, I stand and pace a few steps away. “What’s wrong?”

  “Where’s Shelby? Is she okay?”

  ‘I fucked your daughter into oblivion and she’s still unconscious’ probably isn’t what a mother wants to hear. “She’s sleeping. What’s going on?”

  “Where are you?”

  “I’m outside. Why? What’s the matter?”

  In the background, there’s a rattling sound and her voice is barely above a whisper when she finally responds. “That monster…Martin Suggs…sent me a letter.”

  Molten rage explodes in my chest. “What?” I snap. “When?”

  “It must have come yesterday but I didn’t open it until now.”

  “Did you read it?”

  “Y-yes,” she answers in a shaky voice. “Logan, I’m really scared. This man, he’s...crazier than an outhouse rat.”

  “No lie,” I grumble. After the shit we did to him—Jigsaw cut off one of the man’s fingers for fuck’s sake—you’d think he’d work harder to scrub Shelby from his twisted brain. “Don’t throw the letter away.”

  “I didn’t. It’s here.”

  “Can you read it to me?”

  “Jesus, Logan. I don’t know if I want to look at it again…oh my.”

  I feel like shit for making her do this, but I need to know what I’m dealing with. I should’ve ended Suggs when I had the chance.

  “Okay. Ready? ‘Dear Mrs. Morgan. I can’t reach Shelby, so I am reaching out to you. By now, I assume you are aware of my relationship with your daughter. During the time we spent together, I observed some issues that I must discuss with you.

  Number one, you have raised a wanton and disrespectful young lady. You should have been much more concerned with what sort of messages you exposed her to during her formative years. She is headstrong and willing to cavort wit
h men beneath her and is utterly unrepentant. This is a direct result of your lax parenting. You seem to approve of this appalling behavior.’”

  “Holy fuck,” I breathe out.

  “There’s more,” she says.

  I squeeze my eyes shut and press the spot between my eyes where a headache’s forming. “Go on.”

  “‘When Shelby and I are finally reunited, you will submit to me and be disciplined in order to better serve your daughter’s needs. This is not negotiable. I am older than you. My knowledge is superior in this area and will only benefit Shelby as well as the children she will bear for me—your grandbabies. As her mother, you should want what is best for her growth. You should desire that she reach her fullest potential, even if you failed yourself.’”

  She hesitates and there’s a soft sob on the other end.

  “Fuck, Lynn.” I swallow hard, trying to control my fury. “He’s certifiably nuts.”

  “Let me finish.” She blows out a breath. “‘Please speak with your daughter as soon as possible, so that these false charges against me can be dropped and that I may be reunited with my little rabbit as soon as possible. Sincerely, Martin Suggs.’”

  “Can you send me a photo of the letter and the envelope? And I know you’ve already opened it—”

  “Once I realized who it was from, I tried to be careful and not touch it too much.”

  “Good. Put it in a plastic bag. Jackson will probably want it. He’ll probably want to talk to you too.”

  “That’s fine. This guy…he’s twisted. Just tell me my baby girl is okay.”

  “She’s fine, Lynn. I’m literally standing outside the RV. No one’s getting near her.”

  “Please, don’t tell her about this. She has a show tonight. And the awards coming up. She doesn’t need this.”

  “I can’t make any promises, Lynn.” I don’t want to stress Shelby out either, but I also don’t want to lie to her.

  “Have her call me, please? I need to hear her voice.”

  “Sure. I’ll have her call as soon as she wakes up.”