me still. “Fuck.”
Closing my eyes, I fall against the mattress. He drops down next to me, curling his body around mine. His big, rough hands rub my hip, my stomach, traveling higher to caress my shoulder. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I turn over, squirming to get closer. I cup his face, stroking his bristly cheek with my thumb, staring into his eyes, willing him to feel my love for him. “Nope. I think you put me back together.”
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Rooster
I’m up early the next morning, searching the clubhouse for Ice. I find him in his office, staring at the computer.
My knock seems to startle him. He blinks and lifts his gaze.
“Hey, Prez. Do you have time to chat?”
“Yeah. Come on in.”
“Heard there was some excitement over at the house yesterday. Is Anya okay?”
“She’s fine.” He lifts his chin. “She’s upstairs.”
“That’s good. She’s safe here.” I really don’t have time for small talk and slowly getting to the point. “So I have to ask. . .This is going to sound weird, but I need to borrow a few cameras. Just for the day.”
“This ought to be good.” He cracks a smile.
I explain Shelby’s situation and what I’m planning to do.
He’s not laughing by the time I finish. He sits back in his chair with a thump. “That’s fucked up, Rooster.”
“Since I disconnected the camera in my room…” I smirk at him, “…do you mind if I borrow it? And a few others?”
He frowns at me. “What are you talking about?”
I point to the corner of the room over his right shoulder where there’s a camera pointed at us. “Focused on the bed. A little disappointing, to be honest, brother.”
Without a hint of shame or remorse, he laughs. “Where’d Shonda put you?”
“Second floor, right hallway.”
“Fuck. That’s not where we usually stick brothers. Sorry about that.”
“I’m relieved you weren’t hoping to secretly tape me whacking off, but what the fuck are they there for?”
A cold smile curves his lips. “Insurance.”
I slap my hand on his desk and stand. “On second thought, I don’t even want to know.”
“Probably safer that way.”
“So, you mind if I borrow some electronics? She has the next two nights off, so I’ll get my own gear—”
He slashes his hand through the air, cutting me off. “Don’t bother with that. I’ve got a few things that will work much better to help you catch this sick fucker.”
Another day cooped up in a cage. In the summer. Perfect riding weather too. But there was no way to haul all this equipment to the arena on my bike. I’m grateful Ice doesn’t mind loaning out his truck, along with the thousands of dollars in cameras and computers.
Shelby twists and stares at the boxes of goodies in the back seat. We shot her sunrise salutation video in the clubhouse’s backyard against the mountain backdrop. For a quick job, it came out nice. She said a few words to her fans, blew them a kiss, and we called it a wrap.
I have a screen to play it on, three cameras for surveillance, a giant black viewing booth, a tablet, and a laptop.
“I don’t even want to know what the giant black box was used for,” Shelby says. “Magician porn? Vampire porn?”
“The possibilities are endless, chickadee. I didn’t ask too many questions.”
I park near her van again, and Jigsaw slides up on my side.
“Logan, wait.” Shelby rests her hand on my thigh.
“What’s wrong?” I flip the middle console out of our way and pull her closer.
She stares up at me with wide, glassy eyes. “Thank you. For all of…for everything you’re doing. You don’t have to. It means a lot,” she finishes on a whisper.
I cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb over her bottom lip. “You trust me?”
“I do.” Her answer comes without hesitation and it socks me in the gut.
I can’t let her down.
“Come on. Big day today.” I force more enthusiasm than I’m feeling into my voice. If it were up to me, I’d keep her locked up at the clubhouse where no one could get near her. “Sold-out show. Then two days off.”
“I’m so looking forward to two whole days with you.”
“Same. How’s your throat feel?” My gaze slides over her face and neck as she hums and works her jaw from side to side.
“Hurts a little.”
“We’re gonna have to rest your voice the next two days.”
Jigsaw raps his knuckles against the glass. “Feelin’ a little left out here, guys!” he shouts through the window.
“Jackass,” I grumble.
Shelby pokes a finger in my