Lyric.
Her name starts small in my mind and grows big until she's all I can think about again. The thoughts come and go, letting themselves be pushed from my brain for brief moments in time, making room for more pressing matters. But then they come raging back with a vengeance. If I'm this bad after a day, what the hell am I going to be like next week?
But then I think about the fact that she was pulling one over on me, playing politics behind the scenes at the same time she was on her knees sucking my cock. How can I forgive that? How can I even consider starting some sort of relationship with a girl who was lying to my face from moment one?
I sigh, running my tongue across my lower lip, my body reacting to thoughts of Lyric like she's right here with me. I can still taste her, that wicked wild sweetness that turns my cock into a shaft of diamond. So fucking hard. I groan and grab my crotch, pleasure flooding my blood in an instant. I'm about to split my pants and rub one out to her when the doors to the chapel open and Smoky comes back in, hands tucked in his pockets, a wry expression on his face.
“The hell do you want, you bloody ginger bastard?” I stand up and shut the top on my computer. Smoky shakes his head at the tight bulge in my jeans and gestures over his shoulder with his thumb.
“Your girlfriend from the mayor's office is here.” I feel myself go still, muscles tight and pulse pounding. Lyric is here. “She says she doesn't give a flying fuck if you're busy because she desperately needs to thank you for what you did for her brother last night. I assume she means the daring rescue our boys performed?”
I realize I'm holding my breath and force myself to turn away, putting my hands on my hips and exhaling. I don't care what Smoky thinks of me. I just need a goddamn minute to get myself together.
Lyric is here. And I want to see her. I want to see her so fucking bad that it's making me crazy. If I had my way, I'd walk out there, grab her around the wrist and drag her to one of the dorm rooms for the rest of the day. I wouldn't let her leave until she'd come a dozen times, clawed up my back, and begged me for more.
But I'm not just Royal McBride. I'm the president of the Alpha Wolves Motorcycle Club, and I can't have a deputy mayor as my old lady. Beyond that, I can't have someone around me that I can't trust, who's not a part of my world, who doesn't even understand the implications of their own betrayal.
Fuck no.
This is a dangerous place for someone like Lyric Rentz.
“Tell her to go home,” I say. “Don't take no for an answer. If she protests, tell her you found me in one of the dorm rooms with my bare arse hanging out and a pretty girl moaning underneath me.”
I don't bother to look back at Smoky, but I can practically feel him raising his brows at me.
“And send somebody with her, someone who knows how to keep their goddamned distance and stay out of sight. I don't want any of this Mile Wide crap blowing the wrong way.”
“Whatever you say, pres,” he mumbles, leaving me alone in the chapel with nothing but the empty pit in my stomach for company.
Royal's lying to me. I know it. I can feel it.
“Fucking dick,” I snap, slamming the door to his truck, hating myself for driving it over to the Alpha Wolves Compound in the first place. Sully's in the hospital. The messages waiting for me on my phone were not pretty. As soon as I got it charged, I ended up with an earful from my mom, a tearful plea from my sister, and a … well, my dad was actually pretty happy to see me deliver on that agreement between the Wolves and the city. In part, I think that's also because he believes that Royal's club members saved my brother from certain death.
Call me crazy, but I have a feeling that that's not the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Royal either beat up Sully himself or had one of his guys do it. I know that as surely as I know that the man isn't engaged in some dirty exchange of fluids with one of his … his girls. After what happened between us last night, there's no way.
Royal might be a slut and a biker and an asshole, but he felt something for me last night, the same way I felt something for him.
Although I'm still really freaked out about Sully. He was coherent when I dropped by the hospital, but his eyes were swollen shut and his hands wouldn't stop trembling. When he mentioned the Wolves, his voice jumped in pitch and his words got all warbled. Nobody else can see it, but then they don't know the whole story.
What did you do, Sully? I wonder at the same moment my brain chimes in and says at least he isn't dead. I shiver, creeped out but somehow certain that Royal just gave me a really big favor. Huge. Was what happened to Sully on the menu for me? Was something worse in store for him?
If you know something you have to tell me now. If you don't, then I can't help you.