Chapter Fourteen #2
Dozer sat with his dad, and every time Tank’s boisterous laugh erupted in the room, a warm feeling settled in my gut. Dozer was my friend, he brought me into the MC, and I’d never understood Dozer’s connection to his old man.
I fucking got it. Not only had Tank hooked me up with the job, but he’d had my back with Ryatt. Not just with the lawyer, but his acceptance of the three of us seemed to sway the opinion of everyone else.
Oh hell. One of McKelle’s favorite songs blared through the speakers. She jumped from her chair, grabbed onto Levi, and dragged her into the middle of the room to dance with Hana, Pippa and Jazzy.
Ryatt pivoted on his chair. He watched McKelle, and I stared at him. I knew what he was feeling. McKelle was sex in motion. Her hips swiveled to the heavy thump of the bass. Her braid swished across her back as she flipped her head to the beat.
“I missed out on this at Chrome,” Ryatt said as he scooted his chair back. He sidled up next to McKelle, rested his hands on her hips, and danced with her. Although, within a few beats of the song, they were kissing more than dancing.
Dozer slid onto the chair next to me. “Romeo is going to have the bike here in the morning.” His gaze lasered in on McKelle and Ryatt because Pippa danced next to them with Hana. “He’ll be fine, you know. It’s going to take a few days.”
I turned to him. “I know what he’s feeling. Like you can’t believe anything this good can happen to you, and since nothing good ever does, you don’t believe it’ll last.”
“I think sometimes we don’t think we deserve good shit to happen to us so we self-sabotage.”
“I’m not going to fuck this up.” I glanced around the room.
Hellers were a brotherhood, but would they feel the same about my relationship with Ryatt?
I wasn’t going to let them say shit about my girl.
And I was feeling equally protective over Ryatt.
He was mine, and after that kiss, I wanted more.
“I never want to lose this, but if it’s a choice, I choose them. ”
Dozer laughed. “Are you worried about kissing Rizz?”
“I’m worried some of the old timers might not appreciate my hand on his ass while they’ve got Bullet’s kittens on their lap.”
“We all know you. I got your dick pic in my phone, and we’ve listened to you and McKelle fight and fuck since the day you moved into the MC. Pretty sure nothing about you and Ryatt is going to surprise them.”
Maybe he was right. Maybe I didn’t give a fuck if he was wrong. I pushed away from the table. The song had slowed. Not that it mattered. McKelle had her arms draped over Ryatt’s shoulder, and he had his hands on her hips.
I slid in behind her, tugged her braid over her shoulder, and pressed my lips to the soft skin of her neck. McKelle tipped her face, and I slanted my mouth over hers.
“I think I’ve earned my Heller whore patch.”
Ryatt stilled, and his brows formed a deep V. “Anyone says shit about us, I’m out of here. It’s no one’s fucking business what we do.”
A low and dirty chuckle escaped from my lips. “Ah, Rizz.” I banded my fingers around her throat. “She’s a whore when she’s with me. And she likes it because she’s dirty like that.”
McKelle swallowed, her throat bobbing beneath my palm. “Ryatt?”
“Yeah, baby?” He trailed his fingers along her cheek. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Her pulse fluttered beneath my thumb.
“You make me feel beautiful.”
I pressed in closer, letting her feel how fucking hard I was with him touching her. “And how do I make you feel?” I whispered against her ear while drilling my gaze into Ryatt.
She released a quivering breath. “Feral.”
McKelle
“Ryatt,” I whispered his name again. Did he tremble from my touch the way I did his? Was he as terrified as I was that insecurities and regrets would tarnish the erotic masterpiece I’d painted in my mind? Did he dream of the three of us together the way I did? The way I knew Cruz did?
Cruz made me feral with wild, reckless needs. He was my adrenaline and my addiction. Ryatt was the calm in my chaos. I felt lost without him. I couldn’t have them separately, not without hurting them. I didn’t want to choose, not even for a kiss.
Betrayal had a way of making a person question the motives of others. Someone always wanted something. They weren’t wrong. I wanted something from them. I wanted them to need me the way I needed them. And they needed each other.
I sucked Ryatt’s neck as I swayed to the music.
Cruz gripped my hips. “You’re kissing him while I’m imagining shoving my cock past those luscious lips.”
I nipped Ryatt’s skin but spoke to Cruz. “Are you talking about my lips or his?”
“Should we be having this conversation here?” Ryatt glanced around, but everyone was enjoying their Friday night in the MC. Bullet’s girls were entertaining, no doubt making a little side cash. The bar was still busy, and the music was loud.
“If you’re asking to go back to our room, I’d say it’s about fucking time,” Cruz said. “I wanted to drag you both to bed by your hair thirty seconds after you walked through the door.”
Ryatt hooked a finger under my chin and lifted my face. “You’re not putting your mouth anywhere on my body until after I wash off the stench of jail.”
I buried my nose in his neck. “All I smell is how much I missed you.”
“Ten minutes,” he whispered as he stepped back. Before he headed to the back rooms, he said goodbye to Romeo and Levi. But then Tank called him over to his table. Willy invited him to sit down, but he hitched his thumb over his shoulder.
I didn’t need to read lips to know they were talking about me.
Tank’s robust laugh caused a riot of flutters in my belly.
Ryatt glanced over his shoulder and smiled at me.
Seeing him in a Heller Raiders cut made my tummy tumble.
I’d known what the prospect cut had meant to Cruz, and when he’d finally gotten the patch, he’d felt as if he was finally accepted.
Ryatt had us to make him feel like he belonged with or without the patch. Rogue approached and draped an arm around Ryatt’s shoulders, and he tugged on his cut.
Cruz stood behind me and wrapped his arm around me. “Our social fucking butterfly is going to need more than ten minutes.”
“He needs this, too.”
Cruz slid his lips along my neck. “He can make new friends tomorrow.”
“Are we just supposed to drag him away?”
“Rizz, if you’re not in the room in ten minutes, I’m fucking her without you.” He stepped backwards, dragging me with him.
I jabbed my elbow back, hitting his ribs. “You can’t say that!”
He feigned injury, but laughed along with everyone else who heard, which was the whole freaking MC. “Micki, he had his tongue down my throat.”
Ryatt excused himself from the group and strode with purpose in our direction. Once he reached me, he wrapped his arms around me and lifted. I clung to his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his hips. We’d been separated for nearly a month, so I wasn’t worried about his ribs.
I wasn’t worried about anything. He carried me down the hall. His skin was warm beneath my lips as I kissed his neck, flicking my tongue along the tendon.
Cruz opened his bedroom door. Ryatt followed him in, dropped me on the bed, then hovered over me and pillaged my mouth in a breath-steeling kiss. His tongue lashed mine, tasting me and claiming me.
“I get more from kissing you than I do pulling a wheelie on the interstate at night with no one around.”
My heartbeat pulsed through my veins, and an answering echo throbbed between my legs. I leaned up on my bent elbows. “If you don’t hurry, he’s going to fuck me in eight minutes.”
Cruz opened the top drawer of the dresser. “I put your stuff in here. Your phone is there, too.”
Ryatt grabbed a pair of gray sweats and slid the phone into his pocket. I chewed my bottom lip, knowing what he’d find in his phone.
“Don’t start without me,” he said.
Once he was out of the room, I sat on the bed, took off my boots, and then shifted into the center of the mattress and sat with my legs crossed. “He seems okay,” I said.
Cruz nodded, shrugged out of his cut and boots, and plopped down next to me. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“No.” Because I worried that I was selfishly setting us up to get hurt. I wanted them both. If this fell apart, I’d lose them both. “Do you think Ryatt is? I worry that we’re forcing him into something he doesn’t want.”
“I think he feels about us the way we feel about him. He can’t be afraid of the labels considering the way he kissed me.
” He traced the stitching on my jeans with his fingertips.
“You need to be honest. Did it bother you to see him kissing me? He’s only been yours.
I was just the guy in his way to get to you. ”
Ryatt and I were just figuring us out. He was quieter, softer when it was just the two of us. I didn’t want to lose that any more than I could give up the sick love I had with Cruz.
But Ryatt and Cruz had a connection. Maybe in the beginning that was why they hated each other.
Maybe there was always an attraction between them just like there had been between me and Ryatt.
“I’ve never cared you’re bi. We’re all going to be in bed together, but do you want him alone, too?
Would you sleep with him without me there? ”
“I can’t see that happening.”
“I’d be okay if you did,” I interrupted him.
A devilish smile curled his lips. “Do you think he’d let me hold him down, control his breath, and fuck him until he screams my name?”
My breath caught. “Oh my god.”
He tackled me to the bed. “But you’d rather be in the room. You’d want to watch.” His hair flopped onto his forehead. The faint scent of cigarettes and leather mixed with the heady intoxication of his cologne.
A flair of deviant need surged through me. Cruz was unapologetic in the way he fucked me. That he would treat Ryatt the same way heightened my arousal. My core tightened, clenching and unclenching in anticipation of this man fucking me hard and filthy.