Every Breath You Take (Bayou Devils MC Book 3)

by A. M. Myers

  “It’s just more of those prank calls,” I admit, picking at my dinner and he studies me for a moment before sighing.

  “Let me handle it, baby. The guys and I will pay a little visit to Reed and put an end to this. I hate seeing you so stressed.”

  I shake my head. “I don’t want him to know that he’s getting to me. I’m stronger than this.”

  “Tatum,” he growls and my head jerks up as I meet his eyes. “You are, without a doubt, the toughest, most badass woman that I’ve ever met but you’re still human. It’s okay if this bothers you.”

  “If he just came at me, I could deal with him no problem but I hate the mental games.”

  “We’ll handle it, okay? I’ll take a few guys over there and we’ll put the fear of the devil into him.” He grins at his own joke and I laugh.

  “Did you practice that one?”

  He shakes his head. “Naw, it just came to me.”

  “It was good,” I answer with a grin but my mind is back on Reed and the phone calls. Maybe I should just let Lincoln handle this. I mean, what’s the point of having a big strong biker as a boyfriend if he can’t scare the shit out of little asshats from time to time.

  “I’ll think about it, okay?”

  He nods, holding a cube of potato in front of my lips. “Good. Now, eat before it gets cold.”

  I grab the potato from his fingers with my teeth and the hunger in his eyes intensifies as he meets my gaze. With his eyes locked on mine, he starts trailing his hand up the inside of my thigh and I suck in a breath.

  “I think we need to save this food for later,” I whisper and he nods.

  “Couldn’t fucking agree more, Darlin’.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Tatum

  We crash through his bedroom door, a mass of fumbling hands and desperate, crazed kisses as he slams me against a wall and braces his hand next to my head. His knee shoves between my thighs and I hook a leg around his hip as he groans, scraping his hand down my skin. Shivers rack my body and he groans, gripping my thigh as he pulls me closer but it’s still not close enough and I’m beginning to think I’m not going to be happy until his cock is seated inside me.

  “I’m going to fucking destroy you in the best fucking way, baby,” he whispers, his nose nuzzling into my neck before he presses his lips to my skin. My core clenches and I arch my back, rubbing my breasts against his chest.

  “We’re not having sex. That’s still off the table.”

  He jerks back, looking equal parts confused and ravenous. “Then what are we doing?”

  “Anything else,” I breathe, trying to convey the urgency that I feel pumping through my body with each rapid beat of my heart. My nerve endings spark, sending electric currents across my skin as a wolfish grin spreads across his face.

  “I can get down with that.”

  Both hands dip under my t-shirt and span across the entire width of my back, making me feel so small but also so protected as he claims my mouth again, his tongue hungry for another taste of me. My nipples pebble and ache as they brush against the material of my t-shirt. I wish it was his broad chest instead. Balling his shirt in my hand, I tug on it, trying to get it over his head but he’s too damn tall. He laughs, letting his hands fall away from my body long enough to reach behind his head and rip the shirt off. All his tattoos come into view and I suck in a breath as my fingers skate over his skin.

  “You keep touching me like that and I’m going to lose control, baby,” he warns and I smile.

  “Who said that was a bad thing?”

  The thin white t-shirt is torn over my head and he pulls me against his large body as his lips find mine again, need pouring out of both of us. The air is thick with it, enveloping us in a world where he and I are the only two people who exist. There’s nowhere I have to be, no one to see because everything begins and ends with the two of us losing ourselves in each other for the rest of the night. His hands fist my hair and he kisses me so hard that I’m convinced he’s breathing for me.

  “I’m going to spend hours eating your sweet little cunt, Tate, and only when you lose count of the amount of times you’ve come will I let up.”

  I shudder, my pussy clenching as I grab his forearms. “Lincoln.”

  “You want to know the best part of living out here?” he whispers, leaning in and dragging his lips down my neck. I shake my head. “I can make you scream as loud as I want to and no one will ever hear you. Are you going to scream for me?”

  “Yes,” I breathe out, squeezing my eyes shut and mentally begging him to kiss me.

  “You promise?”

  I nod. “Yes, I promise. Make me scream.”

  Growling, he wraps his arms around my ass and lifts me into the air as I squeal. My legs wrap around his waist as he turns and carries me over to the bed where he lays me down and presses his lips to my belly, just above my panties.

  “I can smell you already, gorgeous. Are you wet?”

  Gripping the comforter beneath me, I nod. “Yes.”

  He runs his hands up the inside of both my thighs before parting them and I hold my breath, my entire body tense as I wait for the touch I so desperately need.

  Please.

  Touch me.

  A soft kiss presses against my thigh, just above my knee, and I jump as a whimper slips out of my mouth. He chuckles.

  “Is that not what you want, Tate?”

  I shake my head. “No and you know it.”

  “Do I?” he asks, laughter in his voice and I growl. He’s playing games with me and my restraint is about to snap. “Why don’t you tell me what you want?”

  I sit up and grab his chin, forcing his gaze to mine. “I want you to rip my panties off and eat my pussy until I scream your name.”

  Just because it’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone doesn’t mean I’ve ever been one to shy away from telling a man what I want. Lincoln’s eyes close as if he’s in pain and he lets out a low groan that sends goose bumps over my skin.

  “Jesus Christ,” he breathes and when his eyes pop open again, there’s an inferno staring back at me. “Hope you know what you just started.”

  I don’t get to say another word as he shoves me back on the bed and hooks his fingers into my panties, tearing them from my body before he drops to his knees next to the bed.

  “Lincoln,” I moan, eager for his touch. He grabs my leg and pulls me closer to the edge before trailing his fingers down the sides of my sex. “What are you doing?”

  He laughs. “Did you really think I was going to just give you what you want without teasing you first?”

  I growl, earning another laugh out of him as he drags his thumb over my clit and I jolt on the bed, sucking in a breath.

  “Do that again.”

  “This?” he asks, repeating the move and I moan.

  “Yes, that.”

  He repeats the move – back and forth – again and again until I’m writhing on the bed and whimpering his name. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he slips a single digit inside me, pumps a few times before pulling out, and going back to my clit. He follows the pattern for what feels like forever as he slowly builds me up to what I know will be a blinding orgasm.

  “You are magnificent,” he whispers and my heart skips a beat as I glance down at him. He smiles as a vibrating sound fills the room and I scowl but don’t get a chance to ask what it is before he’s pressing a bullet against my clit.

  “Oh my god!” I yell, my body jerking from the sensation and he groans.

  “You are so fucking wet,” he murmurs as his finger dips inside me again and I start to tremble. Pressure builds in my belly and I know I just need a little bit more to let go.

  “Please, Lincoln.”

  “Please what?” he asks, looking smug as hell as he meets my eyes. When our gazes connect, I know I can’t hold it back anymore.

  “Don’t stop. I’m going to come.”

  He presses the vibrator harder against my clit before movi
ng it in a circle and I gasp as my hips shoot off the bed. When he does it once more, I cry out, my body shattering with a blinding orgasm that I can feel through every inch of my body.

  “Oh my god, that was…” I murmur after he tosses the vibrator on the bed next to me and I catch my breath.

  “Oh, Tate.” Lincoln laughs. “I’m only getting started.”

  I arch a brow. “Getting started with what?”

  “Worshipping you until the sun comes up.”

  I smile. “I can get down with that.”

  “I’ve been absolutely crazy about you since the moment I first laid eyes on you,” he says, moving on top of me and settling between my thighs.

  “I hated you so much that day but I think it’s only because from the second you looked up at me, you affected me more than anyone else ever had.”

  “Same, babe.”

  My brow wrinkles and I glance to where he threw the vibrator on the bed. “Uh… Lincoln?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Why do you have a vibrator?”

  He glances at it and starts laughing. “Bought it the other day for you.”

  “You bought me a vibrator? Did you assume you’d get lucky tonight?”

  He shakes his head. “Naw, baby. It was just a gift but I would be lying if I said I didn’t imagine you using it in front of me.”

  Heat floods my body and my heartbeat pounds in my ears as I imagine spreading my legs in front of him and using my new toy.

  “Come here,” I whisper. “And take your shorts off.”

  Grinning, he shoves his shorts and boxer briefs down his legs before lying next to me on the bed and trailing his fingers over my skin. The gentle touch drives me crazy and I shiver. His fingers slip between my legs again and skate over my clit as he presses his lips to mine and I wrap my hand around his impressive length, sucking in a breath. Jesus, there’s no way that thing is going to fit inside me. He shudders as I stroke him back and forth, a low groan spilling out of his mouth.

  “Fuck, baby. I’m never going to last if you keep doing that.”

  I shrug, still stroking him. “We have all night, right?”

  “Yeah,” he whispers with a devilish grin. “We do.”

  * * * *

  Images of last night flit through my mind on repeat as I yawn and refill coffee cups at the counter. A blush creeps up my cheeks as I remember Lincoln with his head between my thighs as I screamed his name so many times that my voice is a little hoarse this morning. In fact, I completely lost count of the number of times he made me come but my body is achingly satisfied this morning. So much so that I almost couldn’t drag myself out of his bed. Although, that could also be because we didn’t sleep much either. I was able to sneak in an hour or two before I would wake up again with his mouth or hands all over my body.

  “Good night?” Mia asks, nudging me and I blink, turning to look at her.

  “Huh?”

  “I asked if you had a good night but I think I already know the answer,” she teases, laughing and my cheeks heat further. It’s been so long since I’ve done anything with a guy that it probably is written all over my face.

  “Leave her alone,” Nate, one of the cooks, adds. “She looks happy.”

  I glance back at him through the pass through. “Don’t I normally look happy?”

  “If this is you happy,” he says, motioning to my face. “Then, I’m going to go with no.”

  Turning back to the dining room, I mull over his words. I guess if I really think about it, I wouldn’t say I was happy before. Not that I was sad or depressed or anything but I just existed. I was so focused on just getting to the next day or getting to the day when all my worries would be behind me that I wasn’t really living my life. And then Lincoln walked into the diner and changed all that.

  “Hey, Darlin’,” a gravelly voice says and I turn, grinning as Lincoln’s eyes drop down to my lips.

  “Hey, what are you doing here?”

  He shrugs. “Came to pick you up after your shift and I was kind of hoping you’d spend the day with me.”

  “Okay, but only because it’d be really awkward right now if I said no.”

  He barks out a laugh and holds his hand out to me. I take it and let him pull me closer. “Really? Is that the only reason?”

  “The only one that comes to mind,” I whisper, distracted by his tongue trailing across his bottom lip.

  He leans in and I repeat the move before I realize what I’m doing. His lips brush my ear and I fight to keep my eyes open as goose bumps race across my flesh. “So, you haven’t spent all morning thinking about last night or how mind-blowing it will be when I finally take you?”

  “Nope,” I whisper, my hands trembling as I picture just that. He pulls back, grinning, as he releases my hand.

  “Oh, okay. You about done?”

  It takes me a full three seconds to register his question and I turn to the counter where Roger is pouring over the books to find Mia, Nate, Roger, and half the customers staring at me. I blush and Mia grins.

  “Hey, whatever you’re doing, dude,” she calls to Lincoln. “Keep doing it. I’ve never seen her this happy.”

  I glare at her before turning to Roger. “Do you need me to stick around?”

  He checks his watch. “No, you’re good to go.”

  I slip back into the hallway and take off my apron before grabbing my bag and meeting Lincoln in the dining room. His smile makes my heart skip a beat as I slip my hand in his and I can’t believe I almost didn’t let this happen. How could I have ever walked away from him? From us?

  “So, what do you want to do today?” I ask when we get out to the parking lot and he shrugs.

  “I was going to ask you.”

  He opens the door to the Camaro for me and I slip inside before watching him walk around the front of the car. There is one thing I’ve wanted to do lately but it’s a little silly and I’m not sure he’d want to. He climbs behind the wheel and glances at me as I bite my lip.

  “What?”

  “Well,” I muse, pursing my lips. “There is something I want to do but it’s kind of silly and you may not want to.”

  “What is it?”

  “Well, when Mom, Theo, and I were traveling,” I say, unable to think of a better word to call my nomadic first years. “We would get bored in the hotel rooms so Mom started buying us board games and it kind of became a tradition for us. It’s been a long time since we played and I was just thinking about it this morning.”

  His brows furrow. “You want to play board games?”

  “Yeah. Is that stupid?”

  “No, not at all. Actually, I have an idea.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts texting someone. Leaning across the car, I try to peek at what he’s saying but he hides it from me with a grin on his face. “Just wait. It’s a surprise.”

  “I thought we went over this last night and again this morning when you cooked me french toast. I don’t like surprises.”

  He chuckles, still hiding the phone from me. “Aw and see here I thought you were coming around to the idea.”

  “I have no clue what gave you that idea.”

  I cross my arms over my chest and he just grins as he continues typing away. When he’s finally done, he puts the phone back in his pocket and fires up the Camaro. As he pulls out of the parking spot, I glare at him.

  “Are you really not going to tell me?”

  He laughs. “You’ll find out soon enough, baby. How was your morning?”

  Sighing, I tell him about work, which was fairly uneventful, and he tells me about some bike he’s working on. As we pull up in front of the house, I scan the area, looking for both whatever surprise he’s planning this time and still unable to shake the habits my mother instilled in me. The door to the Camaro opens and he scowls at me.

  “What are you doing?”

  I shake my head, climbing out. “It’s stupid.”

  “Tell me anyway,” he insists, taking my hand as he shuts the
door and I sigh.

  “When we were younger, Mom had us play this game whenever we left the place we were staying. We would have to scan the room and memorize where everything was. When we came back, she would quiz us and if we got it wrong, we had to do push-ups and wall sits.”

  He glances down at me, his eyes wide. “Wow. That’s…intense.”

  “Yep, it was and even now as an adult, I do it without thinking.”

  “I suppose that was the point of it though, wasn’t it?” he asks and I nod as I unlock the front door.

  “You’re not wrong but it’s a pain in the ass. Especially when I can’t remember how I left the damn curtains. It’ll bother me all night long.”

  He blows out a breath and shuts the door behind us. “You know, I half thought you were exaggerating when you told me about your childhood.”

  “Nope,” I snap, letting out a humorless laugh. “I could also knock you out before you even realize what’s happening if I wanted to but I won’t.”

  “What did you train in?” He sits at the dining room table and I go into the kitchen, grabbing two mugs and turning the coffee maker on.

  “Boxing, Jiu Jitsu, Judo, Krav Maga… If you can think of it, we probably did it for a little bit. When Theo and I turned twelve, Mom made us choose three to focus on.”

  “And you chose?”

  “Krav Maga, Kickboxing, and Jiu Jitsu.”

  He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “So what you’re saying is you could kick my ass anytime you wanted to?”

  “Yeah. Not to mention the number of guns hidden in this house.”

  “Where?” he asks, glancing around him and I grin.

  “Oh, I’m not telling you that but I will say, right now you’re sitting no more than thirty feet from two.”

  His eyes narrow on me and I finally see it sinking in. He finally understands what I’ve been talking about this whole time with the questions about my mom. “And how close are you to a gun?”

  Grinning, I reach into the hidden cubby next to me and pull out the 1911, showing it to him before slipping it back into hiding.