Twist the Knife (Lost Kings MC #24)

All I want is Margot. Her scent surrounding me. Her silky hair brushing my skin. Her voice saying my name. All of her.

I’m really regretting leaving the way I did and I’m not sure how to make it right, or if I should even try.

Our downstate clubhouse, with couples furtively fucking in the corners and openly fucking on the pool table, would scandalize Margot.

After so many years, it’s boring to me.

All I want is the shy girl who tends to the dead and asked me to teach her about sex.

I could never bring her here. Within five minutes, she’d run into girls I’ve fucked who’d be more than happy to give her salacious details just for shits and giggles.

And how the fuck is Margot ever going to tell her dad about us? He might have let me drive his car to take her to dinner but he’s never going to be okay with me dating Margot. Marrying her.

Fuck me to hell. Do I want to marry her?

“We’re back, Jiggy!” a sweet, southern voice behind me announces.

My mouth curves into a genuine smile for the first time in days. I turn around and Shelby’s standing there in a loose floral blouse, jeans, and one of the many pairs of cowboy boots Rooster’s bought her since they got together. Rooster’s standing right behind her, hands on her shoulders, gaze shifting left and right, making sure no one bothers his girl.

But she’s only looking up at me right now. “Did you miss us?”

“Always. How’d it go?”

“We couldn’t stay long. Serena is beat.”

“Yeah, I bet.”

“But lil’ Lincoln is so cute and squishable.” She presses her fists together in front of her face and squeezes her eyes shut for a second.

My lips tilt into a smirk. I shoot Rooster a quick look. “Make you think about having one of your own?”

Rooster gags at the same time Shelby yelps, “Hell, no! I’m happy being the cool aunt right now.”

At least they’re on the same page.

“What happened to your vow to mind your own business when it came to your friends’ reproductive plans?” Rooster scolds.

I scratch the side of my head. “Did I say that?”

“Ya sure did. I heard it,” Shelby says.

“I think I was talking about Wrath and Trinity because I get tired of listening to people bug them about it.” I flick my hand at them. “You two are still brand new.”

Shelby rolls her eyes, but she’s trying to contain her laughter, I can tell.

“I’m gonna give you a brand-new ass-kicking.” Rooster half-shoves me.

“Aww, don’t be mean.” Shelby teasingly swats at Rooster, but five seconds later, he captures her in his arms, and she leans up to kiss his cheek. They’re so disgustingly in love, my heart aches and I have to tear my gaze away.

I’ve never wanted that playful, lovey-dovey, gotta have her near me all the time, relationship.

Now it’s all I want.

But only with Margot.

Another wave of people push through the front doors, including Eazy who heads straight for me.

“Hey, Horsefucker,” I greet him with a grin. “How’s it going?”