Page 42 of Diary of a Biker Queen

Amber snorted on a laugh that was wholly unattractive for how pretty she was. “I bet he does. If you end up choosing Dax or Luca, don’t worry, I can always take care of Lynx for you.”

A red-hot jealousy rose inside me so swiftly I didn’t have time to mask my face.

Amber did a double take. “Shit! Or not! Don’t punch me, I was just joking! He’s all yours, babe. Trust me, he hasn’t even peeked at another woman since he got here anyway.”

I fought to get myself under control. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be weird. He’s my friend…”

Except that term no longer felt right.

And Amber seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. “Can’t be your friend once he’s made you come, honey. He’s either something more. Or you just ruined your friendship.”

That thought left me cold, because I suspected she was right.

Shit.

I needed to find him. We talked, Lynx and I. That’s what we were good at. We’d work this out. Just because he’d seen me naked…because he’d literally had his tongue inside me…didn’t need to change anything.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Of course it fucking did.

I needed air.

Forgoing clean clothes if I was just going to get hot walking around the compound anyway, I told Amber I was going to go look for Lynx. She nodded, already more interested in her breakfast and doomscrolling on her phone now she had the morning’s gossip to pass around the club.

I found my sneakers in the pile of shoes by the door and let myself out into the cool morning air. I checked the big shed where the guys worked on bikes and where Grayson’s group met, but there was nobody down there at this time of day. I doubted he would have gone to Hawk’s place when they had little kids he wouldn’t have wanted to wake up. I stopped and listened for any signs of him crashing through the woods around the clubhouse, but birds all chirped peacefully in the quiet morning, so unless he was deep within the compound’s boundaries, I suspected he wasn’t out here.

Heat flushed my body when I remembered the way he and Luca had watched each other last night, both of them working my body together, until I was a pulsing mess of need beneath them.

It occurred to me the most likely place Lynx was, if he wasn’t with me, was in Luca’s bed.

And I was right outside the bedroom windows.

I mentally counted off the rooms down the hallway, and then the windows along the side of the building until I got to the one I was sure was Luca’s.

And then peered in the window, like some sort of perverted stalker.

But I had to know if they’d gone from making me come to making each other come.

I peeked through the cobweb-strewn glass and into Luca’s room.

He was sprawled out on the bed, one-hundred-percent gloriously naked. His eyes were closed, and so I stood there for too long, staring at how perfect his body was, right down to the thick cock, hard, because wasn’t every man hard at this time of the morning?

He opened his eyes and looked right at me.

I let out a squeak and ducked, waddling away as fast as I could doubled over beneath the bottom of the window. Embarrassment flamed through my cheeks, and I prayed he hadn’t actually seen me.

But of course he fucking had. He stood at the doors of the clubhouse in gray sweats and nothing else by the time I scurried around there.

All he did was raise one eyebrow at me.

I held up a hand in a stop motion. “No. We are not discussing this. That did not happen.”

He sniggered. “It definitely happened, princess. You were peeping through my window, knowing full well I sleep naked.”

My mouth dropped open. “I did not know that. How the hell was I supposed to know you have an aversion to pajamas?” My gaze slid down his chest to the trail of dark hair beneath his bellybutton that disappeared into the elastic of his sweats. I tried not to drool.

He stepped closer and smirked at me. “Just admit it. You wanted more of what I started last night.”