Page 12 of Royal Sons MC

Tymber traced her back, his fingers tickling her like they were electric. “He was good.”

She nodded. “I think he was too scared not to...” She shut her mouth, not wanting to taint his relationship with the MC.

“I took the colors from it and incorporated them into this piece, figuring you’d like it.” Tymber became no-nonsense, covering her with a gel, then a clear plastic was placed over it, secured by tape.

“We still on for dinner?” Ivy didn’t look at him while she asked, picking up her purse and digging her wallet out.

Tymber’s hand covered hers. “This one’s on me.”

She snorted. “It’s on me.” She tilted her chin down toward her side.

“Cute,” he rumbled. “Let’s get going. My stomach is eating my backbone.”

“Go on, we’ll give him shit when he comes back.” Lincoln winked, his hand pointed at her. “Don’t keep him out too late, though. He’s a grump when he doesn’t get his eight hours of beauty sleep a night.”

Tymber lifted his hand, flipping Lincoln off. “Man, you’ll bite off more than you can chew one day. I can’t wait to see the day you piss someone off who’s not your friend.”

Lincoln only laughed while another man, an artist she hadn’t spoken to, stood up. Her eyes followed his progress, going up and up until she was sure she wasn’t seeing correctly. The man had to be like six seven at least.

Her mouth hung open, but she shut it as Tymber tapped her chin. “That’s Ember. We’re unsure if he’s human or an alien from another planet.” Tymber motioned toward the giant.

“It’s true, girl. Every time I hear of a UFO sighting, I ask him if that’s his people coming to get him.” Lincoln dodged the balled-up roll of paper towels aimed at his head. “Dude, be careful while I’m working.” Lincoln chuckled as the guy lying on his table grunted what she thought was an expletive. “Almost done. How are you doing?”

Ivy tried not to laugh, but poor Ember made it hard as he flipped his nonexistent hair behind his shoulder. “You boys are jealous because all your ladies see me and forget about you. Ain’t that right, sexy?” he asked, his deep baritone voice filled with laughter, making her smile.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to no.” Ivy flicked her hand as if she was shooing him away.

“Excuse me? Ask me to, no? What the hell does that mean?” Ember placed his hands on hips that had probably done lots of moving in and out of his lover’s or lovers’ thighs. She was not going to be added to that list.

“It means she thinks you’re a dumbass and has no plans to sleep with you,” Lux spoke up from her perch at the receptionist station.

“Let’s go before mayhem strikes,” Tymber announced.

“Don’t you need to—never mind,” Ivy stared at his workstation, shocked to see it had been cleaned already.

“You were in the zone, so I picked up before waking you.” Tymber shrugged.

Ember cleared his throat. “Seriously, you should check your other prospects before settling on that one.” He nodded toward Tymber. “Me, for instance. I don’t have family issues that’ll take me away from whatever we have going on. That one,” he stopped and pointed at Tymber. “He’s got all kinds of baggage.” His smile was pure sin, making Ivy roll her eyes.

“We all have baggage. It’s the knowing when to toss the trash out that separates us from idiots.” She winked at him, waiting to see his reaction.

Ember saluted her with a two-finger movement from his brow to his lips. “Well, from one idiot to another, I bid you both a goodnight. I’ve got a date with a woman who loves how I work.”

Tymber tugged her behind him, heading toward the back of the shop. “Wait, my car’s out front.”

“I thought I’d take us on my bike. There’s an overlook near the restaurant that’s pretty amazing.” He halted with his hand on the door leading outside.

His body was loose, letting her know it was her decision. “I don’t have a helmet.” Why did she say that? She wasn’t sure, but damn, she actually wanted to ride behind him.

“I’ve got one. And before you say anything, I keep one for when my nieces want a ride.” He pointed toward the wall where one was hanging next to a couple of others. “Come on, Ivy Girl, take a walk on the wild side,” he murmured.

If only he knew just how wild she’d been. However, that was in the past. She wouldn’t pass up a chance to be close to Tymber. Hell, he would probably forget all about her if he knew exactly what her involvement with the MC had been. A wild side, he said. The man would rethink his words if he ever stepped inside the clubhouse. Wild didn’t begin describing what went down at a party with the MC.

“Alright, but just to warn you, I will squeeze the life out of you if you do anything dangerous,” she warned.

Tymber chuckled, making her acutely aware that she hadn’t zipped the jacket over her bra, showing off the fact her nipples were hard.

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