Page 78 of Royal Sons MC

He kissed her forehead where he’d been resting his own. “The one in my room is even better,” he said with a wicked chuckle.

“Hmm, is it now?” When she lifted her hands this time, she kept them on his sides, tracing his ribs. “I love your tattoos. I’m too chicken to get any but love to see them on other people.”

“They don’t hurt much—at least not for me. I just zone out and let the artist do his thing. I think your skin would look beautiful with my ink on it.” He feathered a kiss over her collarbone.

“Your ink? Do you tattoo people?” She rolled her head to the side, giving him access to her.

He gave the tendon she exposed a little nip. “No, but I like to draw. If you got a tattoo, I’d be the one to draw what was put on you.”

Shit, he jerked backward as he realized what he said. Here he was, laying claim to a woman he’d just met. It had taken him longer than usual to fall asleep last night after he’d left her in the bedroom with her sister. He’d had to take himself in hand, with images of her in his mind, to ease the ache that kept his dick hard long after he’d walked away from her.

“I’d like that. Would you go with me too?” Ayesha asked softly.

Before he could answer, his phone rang, saving him. “I need to take this. It’s Duke.” Shit, why was he explaining to her? King straightened. “What do you have for me?”

He heard the coffee maker working and a spoon clanging against porcelain, as he listened to Duke, give him a rundown of what they’d found out about Rico.

“This sex ring isn’t small time, brother. I’m afraid we’ve only just scraped the surface. You heard from Traeger?” Duke asked.

“Yeah. It seems someone killed the father and a couple of his men this morning. The cops got involved, but since Traeger looked like a man on vacation with his girl and is ex-military, he and Cosmo are sure it will be an open and shut case. The problem with that is, it’ll make the papers, and more than likely, the old bastard’s buddies will know who killed him. The repercussions could have a lot of recoil all the way up here. I told Traeger I wanted him to bring the girl here. We’ll set up a safe house for them both, but Cosmo needs to be patched in as a full brother, or there’s gonna be issues.”

Duke grunted, which King knew meant his brother was thinking. “I’ll touch base with Cosmo and put some feelers out. We had a hit on the dark web.”

King cursed. If they had a hit on one of their profiles, that meant someone was looking for something they shouldn’t. “Could Keys trace it?”

“I'm Working on it. Let’s worry about one thing at a time, and that’s Tiana right now.”

When his brother's tone became flat, almost toneless, King knew he could not sway him. Oh, he could order him as the President of the MC, but that wasn’t how their relationship worked. He wasn’t like his father and never would be. “Don’t go rogue on me, Duke.”

They’d lost their little brother, Duke’s twin, to suicide only a few months ago. It hit King hard, but he’d been Duke’s identical twin. Well, identical in looks. Personality, the two couldn’t have been more different.

“You don’t have to worry that I’ll do something stupid like Luke.” The sound of something breaking came through the phone. “Shit, that was...that was a dick thing to say. Listen, I’ve got some things to look into. I’ll keep you in the loop. Love you, brother,” Duke said and hung up.

King dropped his head, his chin resting on his chest, taking several deep breaths. “Fuck,” he muttered.

A soft hand touched his back, making him jerk. “I’m sorry,” Ayesha jerked her hand away.

He spun around, reaching for her. “It’s not your fault.”

She walked into his arms, her soft body molding to his. “Is there anything I could do?”

King tugged at the messy bun she wore on top of her head. He gave a slight tug, pulling the band out that held it until her hair fell free. His fingers worked through the silky strands. “I love your hair. It's so soft and silky.”

Ayesha laughed against his chest. “You know, you say the nicest things. I bet it gets you laid quite often.”

He fisted his hand in the dark mass at the back of her head, tugging until she looked up at him. “Want me to tell you what else I like?” He didn’t let her answer, keeping her trapped in the position he had her. “I want to hold your hair in my fist while you kneel at my feet with my cock in your mouth. I want to watch you part those sexy lips and see just how much you can take of me before you have to back off, and still, I’ll push for more. I want to train you to take all of me.”

Her eyes dilated, not in fear. King knew what fear looked like, but what he saw was need and want. “I bet if I was to strip you right now, your pussy would be dripping with your juices. Wouldn’t it?”

She licked her lips and nodded but seemed to remember he wanted a verbal answer. “Yes,” she said.

“Good, girl. Have you ever swallowed a man’s cock, Ayesha?” he asked.

“You mean given a blowjob?” She moved her hands up and down his sides, her touch setting his body on fire.

“No, I mean swallowed a man’s cock. There’s giving a blowjob where you lick and suck dick, but then there’s what I want, what I like. I like it when my woman takes me into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. I want to feel my dick at the back of your throat and feel you swallowing around the head of my dick. I’ve been imagining you doing that. It’s had me hard as a motherfucker since the first time I met you.” He pushed his pelvis into her for emphasis.

She licked her lips but shook her head. “I’ve never...I’ve never done that, but I’d like to, with you.”

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