Page 104 of Royal Sons MC

Ayesha nodded, wincing at the pain in her head. “I’m aware of that.”

His hand relaxed, massaging her scalp. “You done sassing me?”

Her hand went to the front of his chest, rubbing over his exposed skin to trail down his six-pack abs, pausing at the top of his jeans. “Well, I could be a little sassier if you’d like?” She flicked the leather belt with her thumb. Her fingers rubbed the evident hardness below it.

“Do you remember the last time I took you out of here?” King asked conversationally.

She froze, her mind going back to how he’d tossed her over his shoulder, slapping her ass as he’d carried her through the clubhouse and all the way to his home. “I’d like to walk with a little dignity this time.”

“Then you best release my fly and walk that sexy ass out that door, now. I’ll give you the count of three. After that, I’ll be picking you up and making my way with you,” King warned, his voice gone silky smooth.

She wondered just how wet her thong was, realizing he’d already said one. “Eep,” she yelped. Ayesha made it to the door before he said two. She rushed out, knowing she had a grin on her face when the number three followed her.

“See ya later, Ayesha,” Duke called.

Ayesha raised her hand in a frantic wave. Lick was at the door, looking at her with a smile. His eyes left her to stare at something behind where she’d come from. “Open the door, Lick,” King said from way too close.

Shit, she should’ve run, but dang it, she was trying to be casual.

“Gonna carry her out again? I like how you think, Prez.” Lick shoved the door open, winking at Ayesha. “Best start kicking up some dust, girl. He’ll be on you in two seconds flat. He’s fast.”

Stepping out the door, she'd no sooner started her wiggle run—she was really not a good runner, so what she did couldn’t be considered an actual run—which had only gotten her a few feet. She was up in King’s arms. “Gotcha. Guess I’ll have to carry you this way. It's kind of like having you in my arms.”

If a heart could melt, she was sure hers just did. How this big, bad, sexy-as-sin biker could go from stone-cold to melting your heart in a matter of minutes, she didn’t know, but he did, making him a temptation she couldn’t help but fall for. Gah, she did. She’d fallen for another man who was probably going to break her heart. Only this time, she might actually love King.

“Put your arms around my neck. I promise I won’t drop you.”

She buried her face against him, inhaled deeply, and tried to keep the fear and worry at bay. Real life was going to catch up to her sooner rather than later. She knew that, but for this brief moment in time, she was going to believe in fairytales in this man's arms.

“I trust you,” she whispered. If her voice cracked, she hoped King chalked it up to how low she’d said the words.

No more words were said until they reached his house. She’d never been around anything like what she was with King, men posted at various places, the entire property more like a...she hated to think of it like a commune, but the thought wouldn’t leave her. She giggled.

King looked down at her, one dark brow raised.

Oh shit, he was going to demand she tell him. “You do not want to know, I promise.”

“I’m pretty sure I do. Spit it out.” He walked up the steps, his breathing not even hard.

After she blurted out her thoughts, he placed her on her feet, his hands going to his hips. “In this commune, is everyone nekkid?”

She nearly fell on her ass laughing at his question, imagining him walking around with his big dick swinging. Her eyes went wide when she thought of the pain it would be to ride a motorcycle naked. “Jesus, you’d surely ‘cause a pile up on the highway if you did that,” she said.

He held his arms out, smiling from ear to ear. “It wouldn’t be my fault if my dick caused such a catastrophe. Besides, if I did get some injuries to said dick, you’d kiss it better.”

She noticed he didn’t ask her if she would, just told her like it was a foregone conclusion. Of course, she would, too.

He opened his door and went straight to the alarm panel. The door slammed behind them, making her jump, but it was just King ensuring they were inside before he locked them up. “You need to check in with your sister?”

“I already did while I was in the kitchen. Traeger said all was good there, and T was already asleep when I called. I think the stress caught up to her.” She lifted the tank top over her head, walking backward with butterflies swimming in her stomach.

“More than likely. What’re you doin?” he asked, kicking off his boots by the door.

“Getting nekkid. Thought I’d try this commune thing out.”

His lips kicked up on one side. “I told you I’d take care of you. How’s your pussy feel?”

Ayesha sucked in a breath, unused to such frank talk. “I want you.”

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