Page 103 of Royal Sons MC

He clapped his hands. “I give you a twenty on a scale of one to ten. Damn, baby, I can’t wait for you to drop that ass on my cock and work it like that.” His right hand went to his dick, adjusting it in a more comfortable position.

Ayesha looked over her shoulder, grinning. “You gonna make me do all the work?” She lifted her arms over her head, moving her ass in a similar fashion again. This time, her hips began a swivel motion that had him mesmerized.

“Little Dove, unless you want me to fuck you where you’re standing, stop shaking that ass like that.” It was the only warning he’d give her.

She turned fully to face him, her hard nipples on full display through the front of the silky tank top she had on. “That should probably freak me out, but nope, I find myself excited instead.”

“Girlfriend, you’re gonna get in trouble,” Mack drug out the last word as she sidestepped around Ayesha. “Come on, Katy, let’s make ourselves scarce for a bit, ain’t nobody ordering right now.” King looked toward the kitchen area, noticing they’d already cleaned up. He’d been talking with Tymber and Ivy for nearly an hour and had seen several dishes going in and out. Knowing Mack and the others had probably been working hard for hours, he didn’t doubt they’d had almost everything done when she asked Ayesha to come help. Keys was an intelligent man who watched everything from his computer room. The brother would've taken the initiative and kept eyes on Ayesha and the door to the club, ensuring all was good where she was concerned since they didn’t know what kind of problems could be walking through with the others they'd allowed to enter. He’d have to thank him later.

He put his hand on Mack’s arm, halting her. “You get a pass for the other day. Thanks for taking care of my girl.”

Mack nodded, her throat working to swallow. “Always.” She stood there waiting for him to release her.

“Katy, you too. You girls are good. Tell Lick to take care of you both,” he instructed them. All the women were watched and made sure they got home safely, but having Lick personally see to them meant he’d also slide them some cash, more than what they made for working at the club.

King held his hand out to Ayesha. “I promised you a soak.” Even though his dick was demanding attention, he wasn’t going to use her just to get off yet.

“You gonna tell me why you sent me in here?” Her husky voice washed over him, making him think of fucking her tempting little mouth.

“Come on, brat. I’ll tell you back home.” He twisted his hand in the back of her hair, the silk strands wrapping around his fist. Giving a slight tug, he tipped her face up to his, taking in her shiny lips. “I could lose control because of you,” he muttered.

“Is that a bad thing?” she asked, all innocence and sin.

“For a man like me, yeah.”

Chapter Seventeen

Ayesha shivered atthe tone of King's voice. He thought he was bad for her, but he didn’t know what bad was. Sure, he and his club might skate the line of right and wrong. She’d seen what they did to those who crossed them. She wasn’t sure what happened to the men who’d had her sister; truthfully, she didn’t care. Her salon was gone, and it was only by the grace of God that nobody had been hurt. No, King and the Royal Sons weren’t the bad guys. They just didn’t let a little thing like the law get in the way of getting shit done. It was why she’d come to them when Tiana had gone missing. Again, she believed things happened for a reason. Chloe had been there at the right time when Ayesha was desperate. Call it Divine Intervention or whatever. At the end of the day, she’d needed help, and lucky for her, it had come in the form of tattooed men on bikes.

“I owe you more than I could ever repay you, King,” she whispered.

His fingers tightened in her hair. “Is that what you’ve been doing, paying me back?”

She jerked her head back, wincing at the sting on her scalp as his fingers held tight to her hair. “God, no. That’s not what I meant. I know you’d have done that without me and...and you sleeping together,” she said, stuttering over the words, needing to erase the anger filling his dark gaze.

“Good. If I need to get off, I sure as shit don’t have to coerce a woman,” he growled.

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