Page 18 of Conflicting Lyrics (Heartbreak Melody #1)

I want to tell him I don’t belong to anyone, that I never will again.

But the idea of being theirs sounds way too fucking good. So I keep my mouth shut, reach up, grab the back of Brady’s head, and pull him back down to kiss him.

He grips my hips, growling against my lips as he rocks me harder, faster on his leg.

Brady consumes my mouth as Gavin pulls the cup of my bra down to play with my sensitive nipples.

I’m in heaven, pure bliss. And with every rock of my hips, I feel myself racing towards the edge.

Hand clawing at Brady’s shirt, I desperately try to get him closer, whimpering and whining into his mouth as my head spins.

“That's it, Little One,” Gavin growls. “Be a good girl and show us just how perfect you are when you cum for us.”

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, the music around us drowning out my sounds of pleasure. My eyes roll back as my orgasm washes over me. They hold me while I tremble in their arms, my pussy quivering around nothing, wishing it was filled with one of their cocks.

An embarrassing amount of slick soaks my panties, but I’m too blinded by the pleasure that’s spiking through me to care about anything but this feeling and the men holding me.

“So fucking perfect,” Brady growls against my throat, sucking at my neck. I sigh, slumping back against Gavin, body limp and satisfied. But something tells me it won’t be for long. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of these two.

“Isn’t she?” Gavin asks, kissing the other side of my neck. “Such a good girl. Listens so well for her Alphas, doesn’t she?”

Emotion swells inside me, and I have to bite my lip to keep myself from crying.

My Alphas? Can it really be that easy? After years of being with packs, I’ve never felt the need or want to be a part of them.

So, how can one night with two strangers have me never wanting to leave their sides?

“That was fun,” I hum happily, too drunk off the orgasm to think straight.

“Oh yeah?” Brady asks, his voice husky with amusement as he lifts me into his arms. I wrap my legs around him, grinding my wet pussy against the bulge in his jeans. He lets out a growl before smacking my ass. “Behave, little lady, I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

I smirk. “Who said I wanted one of those?”

Gavin chuckles. “Good. Because you won’t find that with us.”

The two of them take me over to a worn couch in the corner of the room, away from everyone else.

Hours go by, and we spend the whole time talking and laughing. There’s so much smiling. They tell me about their lives, how they became a part of the club, and lots of stupid stories about the dumb shit they got up to.

I tell them about Maya, about how we met and everything good that’s happened since coming to Calling Wood. I even talk about the Omega center.

I don’t bring up the church again, and they don’t press. I know if we’re going to become something more, I’ll have to open up about my past more, but right now is not that time.

They ask me if the comment I made before about being in love with my childhood best friend was a joke. I told them no, and then told them about Ally’s and my past.

Who knew some badass bikers would know who a pop star was?

They didn’t judge, and surprisingly, it wasn’t a deal breaker for them.

By the time I get up to go to the bathroom, needing to pee, I knew I was a goner for these men. That I want to throw all the walls I’ve set up around my heart to protect myself and toss them out the window.

I want to be reckless and carefree for once in my life, and hope I don’t crash and burn because of it.

Making my way to the bathroom, I start to feel a little lightheaded. While we were talking, the guys ordered me a few more drinks, but this doesn’t feel like it’s because of the alcohol.

Stumbling to the bathroom, I groan as a familiar cramping trembles through my abdomen. “No,” I whimper, staring at myself wide-eyed in the bathroom mirror. “No, no, no. Not now.”

It’s too early. I’m not due to have my heat for another few weeks. I didn’t even find a new temp pack to help me.

The thought now has my stomach rolling for another reason. I didn’t want some other pack, I wanted this pack, Pack Harrison, my biker boys, the men who changed my whole world in one night.

Needing to get my head on straight, I turn on the tap and splash some cold water onto my face.

Another cramp hits me, slick pouring down my leg now. Fuck. I whine at the idea of going out there with all those alphas smelling like a fucking steak dinner.

The door to the bathroom opens. Looking up, I lock eyes with Dakota. With one flare of her nostrils, I know she can smell me.

“Fuck,” she growls, letting out a harsh breath. “You're in heat.”

I nod my head, whimpering.

“I know you just met my brothers earlier tonight, so I wouldn’t be offended if you wanted me to drive you home so you can take care of this however you want.

But I’m telling you right now, those two adore you, Lulu.

I’ve never seen them look at another person the way they do you.

I think you are it for them. You just have to want them too. ”

“I do,” I nearly sob. “I really do.”

Relief flashes over her face.

“Do you want me to go get them?”

“Please,” I rush out desperately. “Please. I need them.”

“I’ll be right back. You're going to be okay, Lulu. You're safe with them,” she reassures me before rushing out of the room.

My chest heaves as I try to keep the tears from spilling down my face, while hanging my head and trying to focus on my breathing.

This is really happening. I’m about to have my heat with two strangers in a damn MC clubhouse.

When I woke up this morning, this sure as hell wasn't how I thought my day would end, or that this was the direction my life would take.

But as the bathroom door opens and my two Alphas come stumbling through the door, eyes wide with this overwhelming protectiveness, I know for the first time in my life that everything is going to be okay.