Page 47 of Royal

I nod. I’m so turned on that I don’t think I can speak. I can feel myself dripping against his belly. I’m addicted.

He slowly slides me down on him. I moan at the feeling of being filled by Royal, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“Fuck, I could live inside of you. Pure heaven.” He growls, lifting me again and slowly easing me down on him so achingly slow and gentle.

My legs are trembling and wrap around him, so he is having to hold my entire weight up. “I could live with you inside of me.”

My head flies back, hitting the wall when he picks up speed and hits my G-spot. I try to be as quiet as possible. “You are my ole lady. My name will be on your back, so the world knows you are mine.” He growls deeply, holding me tighter. I know I will have bruises as he fucks me hard against the wall.

I come hard, and he joins me at the same time, filling me with his seed. The aftershocks are intense. I eventually let my arms fall to my sides, it took everything in me not to let them wrap around him as he hammered into me.

“I think one day, you are going to kill me,” I say breathlessly.

He chuckles. “I will bring you back. I can’t live without you.”

I kiss his cheek, wrap my arms around his shoulders, and hug him. “You know how I feel about you?” He has confessed so much to me about the way he feels.

He sits down on the bed with him still inside of me. “How do you feel about me?” he asks.

I smile. “I love you. There are no other words for it but that.”

He shakes his head, bringing me closer to his face. “Fuck, I love you too, angel.” He holds me tight to him. “I think I did the second I saw you. I knew you were meant to be mine the moment I saw you at the diner.” He leans back, looking at me. “I knew,” he repeats, while tears slip from my eyes, I’m so overwhelmed by everything.

He kisses me, soft and gentle. What’s left unspoken are spoken with our kiss.

We shower together fast so we can be dressed before Donovan gets up from his nap.

Royal is downstairs in the living room with Donovan while I get ready because we are going out for dinner after we get Penny from school.

Once I’m dressed, I start to make my way down the stairs, when the doorbell rings. It must be someone we know because they would have to get through the main gate before reaching us.

“Who the fuck are you?” Royal asks, and my heart jumps in my throat because maybe it’s not someone we know.

I run down the stairs, almost falling to the floor at the sight of the person standing at the entrance.

My brother.

“Shane?” I whisper in shock.

He smiles, and I run to him as fast as I can. “Oh my God! When did you get here?” I practically scream, hugging him so tight. Behind him on the porch is Terror, grinning from ear to ear. “How did you find me?” I ask.

“I went to your place.” He glares at me at that, and I return to Royal, knowing I will be in big trouble.

Royal chuckles almost silently, but I hear him.

“Then I went to your work and ended up at the gate to the clubhouse, and then Terror led me here.”

My mind can’t wrap around the fact that he is home. “Are you home for good?” I ask him.

“I’ve served my time in the Marines. But you have been hiding shit from me.” I suck in my lips, not wanting to get into all of that, but Shane has the “dad look” that he has used on me so many times when I was growing up.

“This is my man, Royal.” I push him forward gently, my hand pressing against the back of his cut.

Shane eyes him momentarily like he is trying to figure out what is happening. Then I realize I had never even told him that Donovan’s biological dad had died.

Oh shit.

“Shane, I have a lot of explaining to do,” I tell him, and he nods.

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