Page 36 of Diary of a Biker Queen

It should have made me feel good. And instead, it just made me feel like a jerk. “I wish he would. My life is so fucking complicated already. I really just need—”

“Girl, stop. Do not tell me you need that man to be your friend. You have Violet. And hell, me, if you want a friend that badly.” She gave Lynx an appreciative once-over, her gaze running up and down his back and ass, lingering on the broad shoulders, his T-shirt stretching over well-defined biceps. “But you do not stay in the friend zone with a man like that.”

Despite myself, jealousy curdled my stomach. “I’ve got a lot going on. He’s lovely but he—”

Amber rolled her eyes and leaned against me, so we were shoulder to shoulder. She scrolled through her phone and brought a video up on the screen. From the thumbnail, I could tell it was of Lynx. But it didn’t look like the sex tape I’d been expecting. It was taken outside for one, and Lynx was in workout gear.

She thrust the phone toward me. “Please stop talking. Just watch this.”

I went to hit play, but she covered the screen. “Wait, actually, put my AirPods in. People don’t need to hear this.”

She pulled the earbuds from a little case in her other pocket and passed them to me. Not arguing with her, because Amber didn’t seem like the sort of person who would be persuaded easily, I took one of the earbuds from the case and stuck one in my ear.

I gave her a questioning look, and she gave me the “go ahead” nod.

I hit play, and the video rolled on the small screen.

It was Lynx in a push-up position, but supporting it on his forearms instead of his hands. He held the plank with relative ease, occasionally glancing up and talking to Amber, and I recognized Reaper’s voice in the background, even though he wasn’t in the video. That’s when I knew for sure this wasn’t going to turn into some kinky three-way sex tape. Because Reaper was more committed to Violet and their other partners than any man I’d ever seen. He’d never in a million years cheat on them.

I watched for a while, and while Lynx’s muscles were great, I really didn’t know why on earth I was watching this. I pulled out an AirPod. “Amber, what is the point of this?”

She leaned over me and dragged her finger along the scroll bar at the bottom of the screen. She winked. “Yeah, you seem like the type to get impatient to get to the good stuff. Watch from here.”

I took her word for it and put the tiny speaker back in my ear. The video had clearly been skipped forward several minutes, and though Lynx still held the plank position, he was not in the same easy breezy state he’d been in at the start of the video. His head had dropped between his arms, and sweat rolled down the sides of his face and neck, dripping off him onto the leaf-littered ground. His muscles shook with the effort of keeping himself in that position for so long.

And I instantly understood why Amber was showing me this video.

Lynx breathed heavily, tiny whimpers of pain escaping him as he fought to keep his body from collapsing. He lifted his head, his back arching just a bit, and his expression pure determination. Every muscle in his body shook, and when he dropped his head again, he gutturally ground out, “Fuck.”

And it just kept coming. The whimpers. The groans. The deep, growly words he ground out as he panted.

I widened my eyes and hissed at her. “Why does this feel like I’m listening to a preview of what Lynx is like in bed?”

Amber laughed. “You can thank me later, girl. The plank-to-failure challenge on social media is how I wasted five hours yesterday.”

I sniggered. “You pervert.”

She nodded. “There is no shame in my game. I gotta entertain myself somehow. Anyway. I’ll leave you to finish your video in peace. Once you’ve finished replaying it, just leave it on the coffee table there. I’ll pick it up once I’ve had a shower.”

She left me clutching her phone. I glanced at Lynx’s back, feeling a bit guilty about watching him like this.

And yet I couldn’t stop myself from staring down at the phone again and hitting play once more.

I briefly closed my eyes, and all I could hear was him.

My body heated instantly. Every moan that fell from his lips, every panted breath, every rustle of his clothes moving against his sweaty body sent images into my head about what it would be like to have Lynx on top of me, making all those noises, not because he was working on his core strength, but because he was buried deep inside me and fighting the urge to come.

13

LYNX

Dear Diary,

I had priorities. Oxygen wasn’t one of them.

Nyah sat on the couch with Amber, the two of them huddled over a phone.

I had a pretty good idea what they were watching.