Page 99 of Royal Sons MC

Ayesha’s hand shook as she did. He wrapped his arm around her waist, twisting and lifting, walking with his dick still inside what he planned to be his ole’ lady to the table. “Hold on, Little Dove.” He placed her on her feet, pressing her chest onto the table, running his hands down her back, kicking her legs apart. The height of the table was perfect for him to move. She lifted onto her toes with his first thrust. She moaned on his second. By the time he began hammering into her, she was screaming his name.

King felt her pussy tightening on him at the same time his balls drew up, his come jetting into the condom, filling it with hard jerks. He yelled her name. His fist found her hair, needing to see her face as he came. “Look at me,” King demanded.

Her eyes blinked open; passion glazed. “That was so...crazy good.”

He looked down at her ass, a little pink still from his spanking. He could make out the outline of his hand on each firm cheek. Oh, yeah, he definitely liked the fact he’d marked her.

She winced when he pulled out but didn’t say anything. However, King saw it. “Did I hurt you?”

“Not in a bad way. Where are my jeans?” She looked around the floor.

King lifted her chin, being gentler with her than he’d been with any other. “When we get back, you’ll take a hot bath.” It was an order, not a suggestion.

“I didn’t see a tub in your cave.” She smiled. The slight tilt to her sweet mouth made him bend and cover those lips he liked seeing stretched around his cock.

“I have a suite up here, too. Let’s go, sassy brat.” He turned her toward the sink, where her jeans lay on the floor. “We’re running late,” he said.

They both dressed in silence and headed out the door a few minutes later toward the clubhouse with little smiles on their faces. King made sure his house was locked and the alarm set properly. He nodded at a couple prospects he passed. Night had fallen as he and Ayesha had fucked, so the clubhouse was already packed. Her hand tightened in his. “Hey, you ain’t got nothing to worry about.”

She snorted. “I’ve only been to a biker club once, and that was a pretty scary experience.”

He raised one brow. “Yeah, well, you came at a bad time.” Having found out two of his prospects had gone to his brother’s place and roughed up what had been his deceased brother’s lover, it still was a rough pill to swallow. Not that Luke was gay, King could’ve handled that, but that Luke had hidden who he was from King and his twin Duke cut deep. He’d chosen suicide over coming clean with them, thinking they’d...what, hate him?

He ran his hand over his head, letting out a heavy sigh. You can’t change the past, but King sure as shit would make damn sure he didn’t repeat the same mistakes. Even if they did have to do that whole talking shit in order to not.

The door opened, letting the heavy throb of music interrupt their conversation. “Ready or not,” King said, gesturing toward the entrance.

“Please tell me I’m allowed to drink?” she asked.

“You can have two drinks, but that’s it.” No way in hell was he allowing his ole’ lady to get shitfaced.

“That’s okay. I’m good with that.”

King held the door open for Ayesha, stopping inside the entrance with her stepping in beside him. “What’s going on, Lick?” He and Lick slapped palms and bumped shoulders before he stepped back and looked around.

“It's a Full house tonight, Prez.” Lick lifted his chin toward Ayesha but didn’t say anything; he just waited.

“This is my ole’ lady, Ayesha. This here is Lick,” King introduced them.

Lick folded his arms over his chest, looking Ayesha up and down. “Nice to meet you. I’ll keep an eye on her. Are there any rules?” Lick met King’s eyes again.

“Nobody touches her but me.” He didn’t need to say anything else.

The man was huge, over six and a half feet tall, ex-marine, and probably knew how to kill a man in under a minute, but he didn’t announce that. He was steady, never fucked off on the job, came in, took up position, and kept the peace. King respected the shit out of Lick. He’d seen the scars that covered a good portion of his torso from a bomb blast overseas, but it didn’t affect his ability to move, fight, or fuck from what King had been told.

“You’ve got company coming,” Lick said, touching his ear. Keys always ensured he was tapped into whoever was manning the door.

Pulling his phone out, he punched in a number. “Come on.” He gripped Ayesha’s arm, steering them through the club.

At the back, he found Duke sitting with Digger, Coal, and a few ladies. He held his hand up, the music making it hard for him to hear Keys, but he spoke into the mouthpiece. “What’s up?”

“Check your texts?” Keys hollered.

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