Wicked Games: MC Romance (Bayou Devils MC Book 8)

by A. M. Myers

“Soup’s on!” Blaze yells as the banging stops, his voice echoing through the entire building and my belly does a little flip as I think about getting this dinner over with so I can be alone with Travis again. It is going to be torture to sit at the same table as him but act like I’m not thinking about him ripping my clothes off. The anticipation is only going to make tonight that much sweeter, though. Or, at least, that is what I’m telling myself to make it through the next few hours.

  Chapter Eleven

  Rowan

  “You headed to bed?” I ask Lincoln as he stumbles off of his bar stool with Tate trying her best to support his large body against her own. He has been posted up there since dinner ended and it’s just been the three of us for the past hour as I read my book on the couch and waited for him to decide that he was done. It felt like a damn eternity, especially when I couldn’t stop thinking about the lingering looks Travis shot me all night long when no one was looking or the way he pressed me up against the wall and kissed me senseless when we both ended up in the back hallway alone. I shiver as I remember the way his hand slid up under my shirt as his lips consumed mine.

  “Yeah, you should, too,” Lincoln slurs and I nod as I look back down at my book. Yeah, that’s not going to happen for a while. I have plans. My mind drifts back to dinner and I can’t help but smile. At first, the guys were outraged that we would even suggest something like going out to a club for Piper’s bachelorette party when Warren was on the loose and actively coming after the club but after some convincing and a tiny bit of ass kissing, they came around. They agreed to let us go out as long as we all stayed together and we listened to everything they said. I’m pretty sure that last part has nothing to do with Warren but whatever. We’re all excited for the chance to get out and have some fun.

  “Night,” Tate calls as they head for the stairs. I smile at her as she glances back at me and winks. What the hell? “Don’t stay up too late.”

  Oh, shit, does she know?

  “Night,” I tell her, proud of how steady my voice sounds when internally I’m freaking out. Whatever, it’s a problem for another day. Besides, I’m fairly certain that Tate would protect my secret. I motion to my brother as he leans into her more. “And good luck.”

  She scoffs. “Yeah, thanks.”

  As they start up the stairs, I pretend to read the page in front of me but the entire time, I’m very aware of their progress and as soon as I hear their door close, I throw the blanket off of my legs and climb off the couch. With my book in my hand, I practically run across the room to the theater, eager to see Travis. Once I’m inside, I close the door behind me and lock it before walking over to my suitcase. During dinner, I had the best idea to surprise him and I can’t wait to see his face when he sees it. Riffling through the clothes, I find the one I’m looking for and hold it up with a grin. The top is a little black strappy leather thing from my stripping days that frames my tits rather than covering them and the matching panties are crotchless, which is going to make Travis lose his damn mind.

  When it’s on and properly situated, I stand in front of the full length mirror one of the guys put up for me and turn to the side to examine how it looks from the back. Back in Alaska, I bought this and wore it often but it never felt like this. I never had butterflies in my stomach and my heart was never racing when I thought about baring it all for someone. My nipples pebble at the thought of Travis seeing me like this and I bite back a moan as I grab a t-shirt and a pair of shorts out of my bag, throwing them on. Once I’m covered, I take one last look in the mirror before walking out of the theater.

  God, I’m so fucking nervous.. and excited… and turned on.

  “Evening,” Blaze says as I walk into the bar area and I jump so high I nearly hit the ceiling before turning to look at him as he pours some dark liquor into a glass and I press my hand to my chest.

  “Jesus, you scared the hell out of me.”

  He smirks and nods. “Yeah, I caught that. You headed somewhere?”

  “Uh…”

  Arching a brow, he stares at me over the rim of his cup and just waits.

  “I was…uh…” I mutter, looking toward the stairs before realizing what an epically dumb idea it was.

  “That’s what I thought,” he sighs, taking another sip of his drink. “I know we just met but can I give you some advice?”

  I nod, hesitant. “Sure.”

  “Be careful with Streak. I love that boy like my own son but he’s been through some shit and I honestly don’t know if he’s the settling down type. I would hate to see you get hurt.”

  I consider protesting, telling him I have no idea what he’s talking about but from the look on his face, it’s clear he knows what’s been going on between Travis and me. For fucks sake, does the whole damn club know? Is it the secret that everybody is in on but no one will talk about? One thing is for sure - my brother still has no idea because if he did, I would know. Travis would know. Hell, all of Baton Rouge would fucking know.

  “I know what I’m doing,” I tell him and he shakes his head.

  “No, darlin’,” he says, shaking his head. “You really don’t. I don’t want to see this club fall apart because you two couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Everyone else may be clueless but I see what’s going on.”

  Taking a step toward the bar, I lean forward on my elbows and meet his gaze. “We agreed to keep things casual. This is just fun and nothing more.”

  “Yeah.. where have I heard that before?”

  I open my mouth to assure him again that both Travis and I know what we’re doing but he stops me, holding his hand up as he shakes his head.

  “You both are adults and I’m not here to tell you what to do with your lives but think about what I said. There will be consequences for what y’all are doing.” He leaves with his drink in his hand without another word and I watch him go back to his room before releasing a sigh.

  Is he right?

  Should Travis and I stay away from each other for the good of our ourselves and this entire club?

  Could we even if we tried?

  As I mull those questions over in my mind, I wander up the stairs but the entire time, I’m considering going back to the theater and just going to sleep but it’s like some invisible force is pulling me toward Travis’s room and I’m powerless against it. I stop right outside his door and raise my hand to knock but something stops me.

  Is this a mistake?

  I think about the time Travis and I have spent together over the last few days but despite what Blaze says, I can’t see anything wrong with it. Sure, my brother won’t be happy but one, it’s none of his business who I sleep with and two, Travis and I are just having fun. No one is going to get their heart broken here. Shaking my head, I push all those thoughts aside and softly knock on the door. Before I can even pull my hand away, it flings open. Travis grins at me as he reaches out and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into the room as he shuts the door behind us and locks it.

  “Finally,” he breathes, leaning in to kiss me but I place my hand in the middle of his chest to stop him as my heart skips a beat. His answering scowl is adorable and I can’t help but laugh.

  “I have a surprise for you.”

  He frowns, looking down the length of my body. “Give it to me later.”

  “I can’t.” I laugh as he tries to peel my shirt over my head and I stop him. “I have to show you now.”

  “Is it under here?” he asks, grinning and his eyes shining with mischief as he tries to take my shirt off again. Giggling, I bat his hands away before pushing him back toward his chair.

  “Yes. Now, take your clothes off.”

  His brows shoot up in surprise but he grins as he takes a few steps backward before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. His eyes never leave mine as he reaches for his jeans, unbuttoning them and shoving them to the floor with his briefs. I drop my gaze as he wraps his hand around his already hard cock and my pussy throbs as heat rushes
through my body. I look up and arch a brow. He shrugs.

  “I might have been getting a little impatient,” he answers, all nonchalant as he continues pumping his shaft. His eyes burn into mine as I nod in reply and try to catch my breath. Watching him stroke himself is sexy enough but when you add in the fact that I already know how amazing he can make me feel with that cock, it’s almost too much to bear. “Now what?”

  Smiling, I nod to his office chair. “Sit down.”

  He sinks into his office chair, slowly stroking his length as his gaze roams over my body and a devilish grin lights up his face. “Your turn.”

  “You have to close your eyes first,” I instruct him and he happily complies, still pumping his cock slowly. Inside, my belly is doing flips and my heart is pounding with excitement and nerves as I reach down and grab the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head. I toss it to the floor next to his and shimmy out of my shorts before spreading my legs a little wider than normal and leaning back against the bookcase.

  Shit.

  I wish I would have brought some heels with me.

  “Okay,” I whisper, each breath ringing in my ears and his eyes snap open before widening.

  “Where in the fuck…” he breathes, his gaze locked onto my bare tits as my nipples tighten with need. Oh, God, I love it when he looks at me like that. “…did you get that?”

  I push off of the bookcase and take slow, deliberate steps toward him but it doesn’t feel quite the same without my heels and my nerves kick in again. God, what the hell is wrong with me? This is tame compared to the stuff I usually do on the stage but I feel like a goddamn virgin right now. “Can I tell you a secret?”

  “Absolutely,” he vows. I bite back a nervous giggle at how eager he is and wonder what else I could get him to agree to right now. I’m pretty sure he would say yes to just about anything I asked.

  “Do you promise not to tell anyone?” I ask, stepping up beside him and trailing the tips of my fingers up his arm as I move behind him. He shudders, goose bumps popping up behind my touch, and nods, dropping his head back just enough to watch me.

  “Yeah. Cross my heart and everything, Princess.”

  Smiling at the nickname he has given me, I strut back around to stand in front of him before leaning in and bracing my hands on his knees. His gaze falls to my tits again and his Adam’s apple bobs as he licks his lips and strokes his cock a little faster. “I was stripping in Alaska.”

  His eyes flick to mine and I can see the surprise shining back at me as my stomach churns and my heart stalls in my chest. Oh, God, please don’t think the worst of me…

  “Oh, yeah? You gonna show me some of your moves, baby?” he asks and it’s exactly what I needed to hear to embolden me to do just that. I nod, standing up and slowly turning to give him a chance to get his fill before I sit back in his lap, rocking my hips and rubbing against his cock. Warm breath hits my neck as he leans forward with a groan and his fingers dig into my hip. I slap his hand away, despite every cell in my body screaming at me to let him touch me.

  “No touching the dancers.”

  He arches a brow as I lay back against him, rolling my body against every hard muscle as I hook my arm around his neck. Turning into me, his lips brush my throat and I fight to keep my eyes open as my belly clenches and a shudder rocks through me.

  “Oh, it’s like that, is it?”

  “For now,” I whisper as I brush my fingers over my nipple, teasing him with what he can’t have just yet as I release a heavy breath. My breasts ache and I imagine him pinching one between his fingers while he leans down and sucks the other into his mouth. A moan slips between my lips and his body tenses underneath me.

  “And what if I don’t want to follow your rules?” He nips at my earlobe, pulling another moan from my lips and I move away as I shake my head and ignore his question. Bracing my hands on his knees again, I begin rocking against him, rubbing my ass against his erection at an excruciating slow pace and drawing out the pleasure and pain before leaning back again.

  “Tell me what you like.”

  “You,” he groans in my ear, his cock jerking against me and I can feel his fingers twitching against my sides, desperate to reach out. My nipples ache fiercely, begging to be touched, and every inch of my skin is on fire, desperate for him. Wetness coats the insides of my thighs and my pussy is throbbing with need as I think about him putting his hands on me. Turns out, I’m torturing myself just as much as him.

  “Do you want to touch me?” I ask.

  He sneaks a light caress against my leg before pulling his hand back, almost like he couldn’t stop himself any longer and it’s sexier than I imagined. “Fuck yes.”

  I grab his hand and place it on my belly before slowly lowering it toward my pussy as his breathing grows rough behind me. “I’ll let you touch one thing only and when I say stop, you have to stop.”

  “You’re playing a dangerous game, Rowan,” he whispers, his voice full of grit, and it sends a shiver up my spine but I don’t stop. I open my legs and slide his hand in between them.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, they’re crotchless?” he hisses in my ear as his fingers find my clit and massage the little bundle of nerves. He sinks his teeth into my neck and I jerk against him, goose bumps covering my entire body as I reach behind me and grip his hair.

  He growls, “Come here.”

  Before I even have a chance to stop him, he pushes me out of his lap and spins me around before pulling me back to him as he stands. His lips slam against mine, his kiss fierce, as he pulls my hair and I cry out. He swallows up the sound as he walks us backward toward the bed. Just before we reach the mattress, he lifts me off the floor and I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses my back against the wall. Moaning into his kiss, I roll my hips against him, rubbing up the length of his cock and when the head hits my clit, my eyes roll back in my head. He rips his lips from mine before wrapping his hand around my throat, his eyes blazing. My heart jumps into my throat and my pussy clenches at the feeling of his fingers around my neck.

  “You like that, Princess?”

  My eyes almost roll back in my head as I nod. “Yes.”

  “Fuck,” he growls, releasing his hand and pulling me away from the wall before tossing me on the mattress like I weigh nothing at all. He looks predatory as he stares down at me and I swear I can see all the things he wants to do to me playing out in his gaze. God, I want that, too. I need him on top of me, inside me, all around me but he just watches me, amplifying my desperation for him, before he bends down and scoops something up off of the floor. I drag my gaze away from his face and my eyes widen when I see the belt in his hand. My belly flips and my pussy clenches again as warmth floods my body.

  What in the hell is he going to do with that?

  And why does it excite me so damn much?

  I don’t get long to think of possibilities as he moves on top of me and throws one of my legs over his shoulder before dragging my hands above my head and wrapping the belt around my wrists, tightening it. With the belt still in his hand, he slams his fist into the mattress, keeping me secure and completely at his mercy. My clit throbs for relief and I swear to God, I’m fucking dripping but he’s barely done anything to me yet.

  He meets my gaze again and holds it as he drops a hand between my thighs and slips two fingers inside me. Gasping, I arch off the bed and he presses his lips against mine to silence me. My entire body trembles beneath him, pleading for the release that is just below the surface and as he takes his time building me up with slow strokes of his fingers, my body screams for more. I writhe underneath him, begging with everything but my words to give me what I need. He doesn’t and each time I try to urge him to go faster by rocking my hips up into his hand, he pulls away, kissing my body instead to draw out the torture before slipping back between my thighs. Sweat rolls down the side of my face and my legs are shaking but he won’t let me come and just when I think I’m about to lose my mind, his hand disappears and the head
of his cock presses against my entrance.

  “Yes,” I say, something between a hiss and a plea, and he pulls back to look in my eyes. I nod, desperate for him to move. To emphasize my point, I lift my hips off the bed, rubbing against him and he groans, his eyes closing. “Please. I need you, Travis.”

  His eyes spring open and I watch as the final thread of his restraint snaps. He surges forward, filling me completely and I turn my head into my arm to mask my scream as he releases a low groan that makes me shudder around him.

  “Fuck, Rowan,” he hisses as he pulls back and thrusts forward again, dragging another moan out of me. I know I need to be quiet but I really can’t help it. Not when he’s doing this to me. Not when it feels this damn good. Grinning, he leans in closer and clamps his hand over my mouth as he increases his pace, fucking me so hard that I am pretty sure the earth moves beneath us. “What have I told you about being quiet, Princess?”

  “Please,” I whisper, my voice muffled by his hand and he pulls it away. “Please, Travis. I need to come…. I’ll do anything.”

  He releases the belt holding my hands and I quickly wiggle out of it before he hands me a pillow and winks. “Scream into this.”

  That’s all the warning I get before he pins my legs back against the mattress and begins fucking me with such ferocity that I lose all track of time. The only things that matter are him and the way he is wringing every drop of pleasure from my body. I cling to the pillow and scream his name into it more times than I can count, my body building to impossible heights before I explode, crying out as my release tears through my body and my legs shake but even that doesn’t slow him down. He continues driving into me again and again as he groans and his heavy breaths fill the room. He pulls the pillow from my face and leans down to kiss me, releasing my legs as his lips meet mine. I wrap them around his hips and throw my arms over his shoulders as I feel myself teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

  “Travis,” I breathe against his kiss. “I’m going to come again.”