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 hedream 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 toRomeo 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.
