Page 15 of Conflicting Lyrics (Heartbreak Melody #1)

That shouldn’t have been arousing; he just admitted he was a slut with his brother.

Yet, as the two of them tower over me, staring down at me like a couple of hungry lions, I find myself far wetter than I’m proud to admit. And by the way their nostrils are flaring, I know they can smell it too. Damn Omega pussy betraying me.

Taking a step back, I try again for what feels like the millionth time to clear my head. “I’m not something you can just claim,” I huff, remembering what Gavin said. “You don’t even know me.”

“Then let us get to know you,” Brady counters with a shrug.

“Not until you tell me more about yourself. What are the bikes for? Just like to ride, or are you a part of something… more?”

“Both…” Brady says slowly, watching for my reaction. “You have something against bikers?”

“Depends if they’re assholes,” I retort.

“Are we?” Gavin asks, a smile playing on his lips. “I think I’ve been pretty gentlemanly.”

I can’t help but smile. “So far, you two seem pretty chill. Are you saying that you’re a part of some biker gang?” I ask, raising a brow.

Brady snorts. “It’s not a gang, love. It’s a club.”

“A brotherhood,” Gavin joins in.

“Huh.” A thrill sparks inside me. Real-life MC men. I never thought I’d live to see the day. “And what club do you belong to?”

“Steel Devils,” Brady answers proudly.

“And you're not killers?” I reiterate.

They give each other a look, silently communicating before Gavin turns to look at me. “Not serial killers.”

Why do I feel like there’s so much more to this?

Yet when Gavin steps forward, cupping my face to rub his thumb against my cheek, I don’t feel an ounce of fear. Only excitement and anticipation, along with the need to find out more about these two Alphas.

“Come with me, Darlin’. We'll take you home.” Gavin’s voice comes out low and thick. It takes everything in me not to lean up and kiss his tempting lips.

“Okay,” I say without hesitation.

The blinding grin he gives me in return silences any thoughts about why the fuck I just agreed to go somewhere with these complete strangers . It’s some magic voodoo shit if you ask me.

Is this how one of those dark romance, kidnapping scenes starts—where the girl surprises her kidnapper by being excited she’s being taken, not sobbing her eyes out and begging to be let go? Because fuck if that wasn’t me as Gavin takes my hand and leads me over to his bike, handing me his helmet.

“What about you?” I ask, taking it from his outstretched hand.

“Your safety is more important,” is all he says before swinging a leg over the seat and starting up the engine.

I stare at the helmet longer than I should. Why would this complete stranger care about me?

“You okay, Darlin’?” Gavin asks over his shoulder.

Blinking up at him, I nod before slipping the helmet on over my head and snapping it into place. “I’m good.”

Climbing onto the back of the bike, Gavin grabs my arms and wraps them around his waist. “Hold on tight, little one,” he shouts over the revving of his engine.

As my body molds to his, I close my eyes, sighing in contentment at how right this all feels.

None of this makes sense, but I don’t have it in me to fight it.

The bike jerks forward, and I let out a small scream before bursting into laughter as we take off down the highway.

A feeling of pure exhilaration consumes my body, my heart thundering in my chest as joyous laughter shakes my body.

My eyes are wide as I try to take everything in, careful not to release my death grip on Gavin.

His chuckle soothes my soul as we take a sharp turn, my fingers gripping his shirt tighter.

I can’t remember a time in my life when I’ve felt so… free.

Tears spring to my eyes, so many different emotions hitting me all at once.

The ride to Calling Wood is so quick that when we pull up to the gates, I find myself starting to panic.

I don’t want this to end. I’m not ready to let this feeling go. I want to see what else being with these men could bring.

It might seem crazy because I just met them, have hardly had a conversation with them, and they still don’t even know my damn name.

Yet, everything inside me is screaming not to let them go. That if I walked through that gate, I’d regret not seeing where things went.

That's why when Gavin asks if I’m okay, I shake my head.

“What's wrong?” he asks, his voice filled with worry as he cuts off the engine.

“I… I don’t want to go inside,” I mumble, not having any clue what's come over me.

I’m the girl who didn’t want to settle down, who's been so picky with her men that I never thought I’d find anyone I was interested enough in.

But these men... fuck, these men have me wanting more. I want to know that there’s a possibility that if we spent more time together, then they could want something more with me, too.

“Then don’t go inside,” he replies, starting up the bike again. “How about we go for another ride? See where the road takes us?”

Closing my eyes, I smile against his shoulder and nod my head. “I’d like that,” I say back to him as something inside me settles.

“Before we go, mind telling me the name of the pretty little Omega wrapped around me so damn perfectly?” His soft chuckle has me shivering.

I let out a tiny laugh. “I guess you’ve earned it. It’s Lulu.”

“Lulu.” He purrs. “Mhhm, I do like how that sounds on my tongue.”

So do I apparently.

“What’s going on?” Brady shouts. “Everything okay?”

“Not ready to let this little one go yet,” Gavin yells back. “Think we’re gonna keep her for a little while longer.”

My heart nearly bursts out of my chest when Brady chuckles. “Sounds like the best fucking idea you've had in a long time, brother.”

I bite my lower lip, trying not to overthink too much and just enjoy the good feelings rushing through my veins.

I’ve always lived a sheltered life, and even after everything changed, I still played it safe.

Some part of me always worried that if I went too far from the center, or even Calling Wood, something bad would happen; that the world wasn’t safe, that there were bad people out there who wanted to get me, to hurt me.

As my arms snake around Gavin’s broad chest, his cinnamon and mint scent fills my nose and some part of my heart, maybe even my soul, knows that I’m safe with him and his brother. Something tells me these men wouldn’t let anything happen to me, even if I were just some stranger to them.

Another part of me screams that I’m stupid to put this kind of trust into men I don’t know. Men who could hurt me if they wanted to. They could take me far away, and no one would know where I went.

But it was a risk I was willing to take. Because until today, I’ve been playing it safe.

Now, it’s time to finally live for me. For once, I’m choosing what I want to do instead of what I should do.