Page 68 of Royal Sons MC

"By the way, I done sent you a copy of the fight in case you need spank bank material," Keys yelled.

AYESHA RAN HER HANDSup and down Tiana's arms, reassuring herself she was safe. "Oh god, I can't believe you're here and okay. You are, aren't you?"

Tiana nodded, tears flowing down her cheeks. "I am thanks to you and them," she cried.

Her eyes searched out King, his tall, commanding presence drawing her attention. Lord, he was so much more than any man she'd ever met before. "I...we owe them so much." How did she repay him, his people, for rescuing Tiana?

"Ladies, let's take this reunion inside, shall we?" King asked.

She licked her lips, knowing his words were more an order than a suggestion. "We made dinner for everyone. Mack and I," she blurted.

King raised an eyebrow. "Sounds delicious. Did you and Mack get along?"

Ayesha swallowed the lump in her throat. No way in hell would she tell him about her altercation with the other woman. After returning from the bathroom, Mack waited for her with an icepack over her eye and smiling. Ayesha was shocked that the other woman didn't hold any grudges. In fact, it was like she'd been tested and marked approved with a big old green stamp. Nope, she wasn't tattling. "Mack was great. I think I'd have been lost cooking for so many people without her help." This was true since she usually cooked only for herself and Tiana.

The grunt King gave her could've been an agreement or not. Butterflies took up dancing in her stomach. God, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been so nervous around a man. Ever.

"Tiana, you hungry, Little Bit?" King asked.

A blush stole over her sister's face, making Ayesha smile. The gentle way the big bad biker spoke to her sister was an endearing quality that surprised her. Carlos had tolerated Tiana, but they'd never gotten along. He'd never made any pretense that he thought of her as family. Tiana had liked Carlos well enough, but she didn't really like him, like him. She'd always thought Ayesha could've done better. On many occasions, she stated that she thought Ayesha deserved better too. Still, at the time, love or infatuation had clouded her judgment. Hell, looking back, she didn't know what it was, maybe the need for stability.

"I could eat," Tiana said, tucking a piece of Ayesha's hair behind her ear like she did all the time.

Her easy response and seemingly unaffected attitude made the knot in Ayesha's stomach ease, plus the nickname King gave Tianna was so damn endearing it made her heart turn over.

"Me too," King said, only his eyes were on Ayesha.

"You don't even know what we made." She tried to hold his gaze but found herself unable to do so.

"Come on, feed me, woman." King gripped the back of Ayesha's neck.

Ayesha couldn't stop the whole body shiver from his touch. His callused fingers felt so damn good on her neck. She wondered just how they'd feel on other parts of her body...parts that hadn't been touched by another man in way too long.

"Whatcha thinking about?" King asked. His low, whispered words were a warm breath that sent a delicious shiver over her neck—another sensation, unlike anything she'd experienced before. She couldn't help but close her eyes, soaking in all that was King Royal.

"I don't think I should tell you. Pretty sure you don't need a big head," she murmured.

His hand gave a little squeeze, and his teeth nipped her lobe. "Babe, you'll learn I don't need pretty compliments to get a big head."

Another shiver wracked her as he eased the slight pain of his teeth, nipping her with a soothing lick by his tongue. "Good lord. Have you any clue what you do to me?"

His answer was a chuckle that was as smooth as the man, making her stomach quiver.

Before they could say anything else or for her to wrap herself around him like a damn hussy, they were greeted by the heavenly scent of spaghetti and a cleared throat.

"Damn, that smells good," King said, appreciation clear in his tone. He let his hand slip down her back, coming to rest on her hip. "You eat yet?"

Ayesha shook her head. "I couldn't—I was waiting for you to return." Stupid tears welled in her eyes as she looked at Tiana. Her sister appeared just as she had the morning she'd left for school. Had she been raped, abused, drugged? Questions ran through her mind. She wanted answers but wouldn't ask until she and Tiana were alone.

"You hungry, Tiana?" Ayesha asked.

Tiana nodded. "Starved." She placed her hand on her stomach. "I think I could eat a horse. Did you cook or someone else?"

King raised his brows. "You saying your sister can't cook?"

"Oh no, she can totally cook, but if she doesn't have all her things...like spices and herbs and all the stuff she says is needed to make things taste good, she'll swear it's mediocre." Tiana ended her speech with an eye roll.

Ayesha laughed, her fear lessening at the familiar teasing. Hearing her sister talk about her penchant for always needing to spice up their food or feeling it wasn't good made her worry ease a little. Surely, if Tiana had been traumatized, she'd not be joking and even smiling?

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