Page 17 of Rooster's Redemption

I lift myself off the floor and kiss Alyssa hard on the lips. She opens her mouth allowing my tongue access. I jerk in my pants tasting her flavor. “Fuck, that was perfect, Baby Princess.”

Alyssa growls and nips at my tongue while rolling her eyes. She swats me on the chest at the nickname I gave her, Patch Bunny forgotten. “Are you ready to go?”

“No. I’d rather take you upstairs and lick every inch of your body.” I confess.

“With as much as I’d love that, we can’t. I have to fill in at the bar tonight.” Alyssa pouts.

“Later then.” I kiss her again before pulling away.

“Definitely later.” Alyssa agrees, looking at me through hooded eyes.

Bambi is still glaring at us as we walk together into the living room and out the front door. The summer sun is starting to set and the weather is beautiful so I head for my bike. I straddle her while Alyssa puts on her helmet. I run my fingers over the gas tank, caressing the beast. God, I’ve missed riding her. I fire her up and she comes alive underneath me. Like the way Alyssa comes alive. Fuck, I’ve missed out on everything while going down the rabbit hole of the dark web. I don’t even know what Poison had to tell us before Alyssa had a mental breakdown.

“Are you about done making love to your bike?” Alyssa asks with a cocked brow.

I smirk at her. “I’ve got to make up for lost time with two of my favorite girls.” Giving Alyssa a wink, I stand the bike up and wait for her to climb on the back. The moment her body presses against mine, I feel like I’m going to explode with pent-up sexual frustration.

Alyssa’s lips are against my ear, “I’ll hold you to it, Lucas.” She wraps her arms around my waist and her hands are dangerously close to my growing manhood. If she keeps this up, she might be late to work.

I take off down the driveway and pull onto the road. Once I reach the pavement, I gun the gas, causing Alyssa to squeal and tighten her grip around my waist. We ride in silence, letting the wind and the bike speak to us.

I arrive at the bar, with no pitstop and fifteen minutes later. Alyssa releases her grip on my waist when I pull into a parking spot in front designated for our bikes. Turning my beast off, I pop the kickstand down and Alyssa climbs off the back, taking her helmet off. The bar is pretty busy but not slamming like it will be in a couple of hours. Once the sun goes down, the adultscome out to play. If they only knew the dangers that hide in the shadows, they’d rethink their decisions.

“Thank you for the ride.” Alyssa looks nervous for some reason.

“What’s wrong?” I question.

“Nothing.” She shakes her head.

“Bullshit. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Alyssa’s teeth play with her bottom lip before she speaks. “I want you to stay, but then I feel guilty for wanting you to stay when you should be searching for our daughter. Then I feel guilty for not helping search for her and wanting time with you. Then I feel guilty for thinking you feel guilty for taking a break. I’m a freaking mess and can’t control it.” She takes a deep breath, composing herself.

I try not to laugh but fail miserably. “Why are you laughing? I’m a hot mess.” Alyssa swats me in the chest. Her dainty fist doesn’t hurt but that doesn’t mean she’ll stop swatting me or that I want her too. I like her violence.

I pull out my phone and wiggle it back and forth. “I wrote a program before we left to alert me if anything pops up. Baby Princess, we need this time together, so don’t feel guilty about it. I’m the one who should feel guilty for not being able to find our daughter yet. I’m the best hacker in the Mid-West but these assholes keep evading me.” I grab Alyssa’s hips and pull her against me. “If anything happens to our daughter, I will find it.”

“Promise?” Alyssa asks, resting her hands around my neck.

“I promise.”

She leans in and presses her lips against mine. I groan low in my throat as our tongues battle back and forth. Fuck, I should have made that pit stop. All too soon, Alyssa is pulling away, breathing heavily, her beautiful eyes are hooded with desire.

“I have to get inside before Khandi goes nuts.”

“Then let’s go, Baby Princess.” Alyssa swats me again and I grunt, climbing off my bike. “You’re going to have to get used to it.” I laugh putting my arm around her shoulders.

“Can’t you call me anything else besides,Baby Princess? I really hate that nickname.” Alyssa grumbles her disapproval.

“I’ll tell you what.” I stop walking and open the door leading to the bar. “If you come up with another nicknameandI like it, I’ll stop. Deal?” I hold out my hand for Alyssa to enter first.

“Fine. But don’t shoot down my ideas because you want to keep calling me Baby Princess.” Alyssa responds over her shoulder.

I’m not promising her anything but I don’t say that out loud. We walk into the dimly lit bar and I park my ass on a stool while Alyssa stores her things behind the bar. She ties an apron around her waist and begins slinging drinks. I could watch her do this all night, every night. The woman knows how to make a mean drink. Even goes as far as showing off while mixing cocktails for the customers.

We’re about four hours into her shift when all hell breaks loose. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I answer it on the first ring. “Yeah.” Alyssa is standing behind the bar next to me and her spine stiffens with my gruff tone.

“Rooster? It’s Duke, we’ve got a problem. I need you at The Cage ASAP. It’s Ace.” Duke hangs up the phone before I can respond and I’m off my stool in a heartbeat.

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