Page 16 of Heron's Flame

Talon lifted his hands, trying to hold back laughter. “Why am I getting shit from both of you? No sense of humor from either of you fuckers.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I wish we brought Cuckoo instead.”

I had to agree with Hawk. “Yeah.”

Talon slapped a hand over his chest. “Now my feelings are hurt.”

Hawk pushed off the wall he’d been leaning against. He approached Talon and slung his arm around his shoulders. “You wanna ride bitch on my bike? I’ll drive around until your feelings recover.”

He shoved Hawk. “Fuck off with that shit.”

Laughing, I shook my head. “Still bored, Talon?”

He lifted his hands and both middle fingers. “You can both fuck off.”

It took a few minutes before Hawk and I could stop snickering. The doors to the salon opened, and Bella walked out. Bree, Callie, and Gail followed.

No Rebel. Shit.

“Where’s my girl?” I asked as Bella slipped on her sunglasses.

“Finishing up her manicure. She wanted something special.”

“I’ll wait for her.”

Bella smiled. “She said to tell you it shouldn’t be much longer.”

Hawk ticked his chin toward me. “You good?”

“Yeah, brother. I’ll bring her home later.” I didn’t have to say it, but Hawk and Talon understood I wanted extra time with Rebel. Alone.

“See ya back at The Roost,” Bella called out as she waved, heading to the SUV. When all the women were inside and buckled, she started the engine and left the lot. Hawk and Talon followed on their bikes.

This worked out better than I could have hoped. I wanted time alone with Rebel, but now I didn’t have to find a wayto make it happen. We had the whole day to do whatever we wanted.

Rebel walked out of the salon less than five minutes later. I swear to fuck; I forgot to breathe as she walked toward me, hair bouncing around her shoulders, free of the braids. I’d never seen it loose before now, and the soft curls shined in the early afternoon of the Nevada summer sun.

It was her smile that did me in. Sweet, sultry, and full of promise.

Fuck. My cock lengthened in my jeans as I noticed the shorts she wore and her long legs bared to my view. She’d worn leggings when the women arrived for their appointment.

Suddenly, it clicked. She did this for me. A change of clothes. Fresh makeover.

Goddamn, I wanted her.

“Ready for a ride, Spark?” And I meant that in more ways than one. My bike. My cock. Whatever the fuck she wanted.

She paused as she reached me. Her hand rested at her hip, and I followed from there, dragging my gaze over her belly, up over her generous tits, and the slim column of her throat before reaching her mouth. I didn’t move from there, needing to taste that cherry lip gloss I did last time and feel the softness of her lips.

“You going to stare or kiss me, Heron?”

I didn’t hesitate. Moving forward, I slid an arm around her waist and tugged her against me. The movement brought her into my hips, and I knew she felt the hard bulge when she shifted closer. My hands slid to her ass and gripped tight. If we’d been alone, I would have lifted her and stretched her legs around me so I could press my dick into that tight wet center of hers. I wanted to hear her moan and say my name. To cry out with pleasure when I made her come.

She had me worked up that fast.

“Love, if I kiss you right now, it won’t stop there.”

“Then I guess we should have our date before you fuck me.”

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