“Who else knows?”
I know I should tell him about Sawbone, but I won’t. Regardless of the secret he kept—my secret—the club medic is loyal to Lyric and Kings of Anarchy. It won’t do anyone a damn bit of good to out him.
“No one.”
“Sure about that?” he demands. “Because I’ve noticed that you’ve been acting differently, and I’ve noticed the same about Sawbone.”
It takes every ounce of self-control I possess not to groan. “I’m sure. Yes, Sawbone suspected and asked me about it, but I told him that I still didn’t remember anything.”
Lyric narrows his eyes and stares as if to search my words for the lie they contain. After a minute, he nods. “Fine.”
I take a step toward him, and he doesn’t retreat, which I take as a good sign. “Lyric, I’m so damn sorry. I didn’t want to keep it from you, but I truly thought it was for the best. You’ve been through so much, and I couldn’t bear to cause you any more hurt if it was only temporary.”
“I get it,” he says, relaxing slightly. “I understand your reasoning, but I hate that you lied, that you felt you had to lie. I don’t give a flying fuck what I’m dealing with, Mellie, I willalwayshave room in my head, my heart, and my goddamn soul to take on whateveryou’redealing with.”
“I… I love you, Lyric.”
“I love?—”
I launch myself into his arms and press my mouth to his. Lyric links his hands under my ass to hold me up. He darts his tongue out to trace the seam of my lips, and I open to allow him entry.
Moaning, I grind my hips against him, and I feel his lips curve into a grin. The kiss is passionate, frenzied, and I feel more alive than I have since Rowdy picked me up at the damn hotel.
I break the kiss and pull back to lock eyes with the love of my life.
“Lyric, I need you.”
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LYRIC
Ineed you.
It might have taken me a hot minute to realize that Mellie’s memory had returned, and when I did, anger surged through my veins. I don’t like being lied to, but her explanation made sense. Besides, I’ve never been able to hold onto my anger where she’s concerned.
Even if I could hold onto it, it would’ve vanished the second her lips touched mine.
“Please, Lyric,” she begs, grinding her hips.
“Please, what, baby?”
“Make my G note sing,” she purrs.
I throw my head back and bark out a laugh. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.”
“Me, too. But seriously, take a page out of Clejan’s playbook,” she says. “I need you to fill me, remind me how perfect we are for each other.”
Her words snap the thin tether I have on my control, and I carry her through the graveyard toward the wooded area along the edge. I know I should be gentle, especially since her ribs arelikely still sore, but my ability to take things slow is nowhere in sight.
I set her on her feet and yank her shirt over her head, tossing it to the ground. As I reach back to pull my own shirt off, she shimmies out of her jeans and panties. Mellie is standing before me in nothing but her black lace bra, and her nipples are begging to be tweaked.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I breathe.
She flattens her palms against my chest, and the contact is electric. “Take the rest of your clothes off before I’m forced to take care of myself,” she says, curling her fingertips into my pecs.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The moment I kick my legs free of my jeans and boxer briefs, Mellie jumps up, forcing me to catch her. My cock jerks when her slick pussy connects with my body, and I bend my head to tease her nipples with my teeth.
