My hips rocked up to meet his hand without my permission, chasing more of that dizzying friction.
“Fuck, you’re so responsive. Gonna make you feel so good, little dove. Come for me. Right now. Let me feel it.”
With his deep voice urging me on, I shattered. Pleasure exploded through me, and I cried out against his mouth as my thighs clamped around his hand.
He worked me through my orgasm, only easing from my panties when I was limp and panting beneath him. Then he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them clean with a groan that made my cheeks heat even more.
“Sweet as fuck,” he murmured. “Gonna want this for breakfast every damn day.”
To my utter mortification, my stomach chose that moment to remind me how hungry I was.
“C’mon.” He gave me another quick kiss before tugging me out of bed. “You need real food right now, not sex.”
I tried a pout, but it did nothing to convince him we should crawl back into bed. Instead, we got dressed, but before we left his room, he reached into his closet and took out a vest that matched the one he’d just put on.
“You leave our room, you wear this.”
It wasn’t a question, and maybe I should have bristled at that…but I was too busy melting at the low, sexy tone of his voice. He helped me put it on, then guided me out of the room.
The clubhouse was quieter than I expected. And clean. As we crossed the lounge, it didn’t feel dangerous. The place was too lived in for that. Nothing like I would’ve imagined for where a bunch of bikers hung out.
Feminine voices and laughter carried from somewhere ahead.
Keegan guided me toward the sound, one hand resting lightly on the small of my back. We entered a large kitchen, where two women stood near the counter. Both of them turned toward us at the same time.
One had a toddler balanced on her hip, and her eyes landed on the cut I was wearing for a second, then she smiled at us. “Hey, Tomcat. Didn’t think I’d ever see you bring a woman in here for breakfast.”
“Ignore her.” The other woman shook her head with a laugh. “She’s teasing him, not you.”
“Stella, Maren.” Keegan dipped his chin. “Keep an eye on her.”
The first woman shifted the little boy to her other hip. “We’ll take care of your girl.”
Heat rushed to my face. “I’m not?—”
Keegan reached for me, one hand sliding into my hair as he pulled me forward. His mouth came down on mine in a deep kiss, making no attempt to hide it from the women watching.
My fingers curled into his shirt before I could stop myself, my pulse jumping wildly as he angled my head exactly where he wanted it. By the time he pulled back, my lips tingled and my brain had completely forgotten whatever protest I’d been about to make.
His thumb brushed across my lower lip. “Be good.”
Then he turned and walked out of the kitchen without another word, the door swinging shut behind him. I just stood there, staring after him.
A quiet snicker broke the silence.
When I turned back, both women watched me with matching expressions of amusement. The little boy gave me a solemn look,then buried his face in his mom’s shoulder, like even he knew I didn’t stand a chance.
“Sorry,” I blurted when I finally dragged my attention away from the door. “That was unexpected.”
“Trust me, we’ve all been there.” The woman without a toddler poured a mug of coffee and handed it to me. “I’m Maren. Lucas had me just as off-balance only a couple of months ago. Not sure if you met him already, but he goes by Kevlar.”
“Connor’s version of subtlety for the past two years has been glaring at anyone who breathes in my direction. And since he’s the club president, it’s quite effective.” She shifted the little boy toward me. “I’m Stella, and this is Cadell.”
“Linden,” I murmured, suddenly aware that Keegan hadn’t introduced me before leaving. “Nice to meet you.”
Stella’s gaze flicked briefly to the door Keegan had just walked through, then back to me. She grinned. “You must be special.”
“I’m not sure about that.” I pressed my lips together while the memory of what had happened in his bed this morning replayed in my head.
