Page 97 of Royal Sons MC

“Come on in. I just popped a lasagna into the oven. You guys hungry?” he asked, walking away.

The three other people all groaned, but it was Kailani whose voice she heard.

“I couldn’t eat another bite. Traeger and Tiana had a baking contest. Each swore they made the best pizza, and I was the taster. I felt like that bunny in the Wreck-It-Ralph kids’ movie. You know where he kept feeding it pancakes until the bunny blew up?”

Ayesha shook her head with a laugh, remembering the movie she was referring to and how much Tiana loved it as a kid. Once inside her room, she shut the door and leaned back on it. She looked down at her phone to check the time but was shocked to see several texts from a couple of unknown numbers and another from her salon manager.

She ignored the unknown ones, figuring they were spam, and opened Carly’s texts.

“Hey girl, just wanted to see how you were doing. Give me a shout and tell your sister I said hey.”

Ayesha texted back a quick message, letting her know they were good and that she’d be in touch once she heard from the insurance company.

The three unknown texts sat unread, something she tended to do so that if they were real people, she didn’t look like an asshole who didn’t respond. Tossing the phone on the bed, she went into the bathroom that connected her and Tiana’s room, turning the water on first. While she waited for it to heat up, she wiggled out of her clothes. Her body felt different, more sensitive. She turned around so that she could see if her ass was red and sucked in a breath at the sight of King’s visible handprint on each cheek. “Dear god,” she whispered. Her hand shook as she ran it over the marks. The raised flesh had her shivering.

Steam started fogging up the mirror, reminding her there were people in the other room, including her very impressionable little sister. A little sister that King had no plans to hide their relationship. “I don’t want to either.”

After showering, she quickly dressed in jeans and a tank. She went back out, and the delicious smell of Italian food greeted her, making her stomach rumble.

“You look much better,” Tiana said, eyeing her sister.

She’d taken some time to put on some tinted moisturizer and mascara, but she didn’t want to spend too much time away from the group. Not that she worried about Tiana being alone with any of them. Her anxiety was more about her sister blurting stories that Ayesha would rather stay buried.

“You look great. C’mere,” King said, holding out his hand.

Ayesha looked at him and her sister. Taking a deep breath, she went to him, placing her hand in his. “Good girl,” he whispered in her ear, pulling her onto his lap. “Try this. One of the ole’ ladies made it.”

She jerked back a little, but he had a forkful of cheesy goodness at her lips. Her first taste made her moan. King shifted beneath her, his hard thighs rubbing against her rear, making her groan again. “Dear lord in heaven, that’s spectacular.”

King trailed his hand down her back, caressing the top of her jeans. “Betty’s a good cook. They tease her about her name and the famous cookbook chick, but I told them to shut the fuck up ‘cause she makes the best lasagna I’ve ever had. She’s Italian.” He lifted the fork with another helping on it for her, the tips of the hand behind her sweeping back and forth.

Ayesha opened for him, eating without thinking anything of it.

“Did I step into an alternate dimension or what?” Tiana burst out.

Her sister’s question made her cough as she swallowed wrong. King slapped her back. His glare toward Tiana had her sister wiggling in her chair. Ayesha picked up the beer on the table and took a healthy gulp, finally clearing her throat enough she no longer felt anything lodged in it.

“Um, Tiana, I have something to tell you,” she began.

Tiana waved at her and King. “Would that be the two of you? Duh. I do have eyes. Uh, you’re not pregnant, are you?”

It was King’s turn to cough, nearly unseating her from his lap. Ayesha laughed, but her sister’s serious expression sobered her. “No, T, I’m most assuredly not pregnant.”

“You said you needed ginger ale for an upset stomach, and you looked a little out of it when we got here. You sure?” Tiana tilted her head to the side, her eyes going over Ayesha.

“I’m one hundred percent positive I’m not pregnant.” When Tiana opened her mouth to ask or say something that would more than likely embarrass the shit out of her, Ayesha held up her hand. “T, I would tell you first if I were. Promise.” She held her pinky across the table.

King put his hand over hers, stopping the promise. “If you were pregnant with my kid, you’d tell me first. After that, you could tell her and whoever the fuck you want. Got it?” His eyes were stony but heated.

Ayesha tossed her hands in the air. “Fine, but I’m not fucking pregnant.”

He ran his hands over her ass, giving it a light tap. “Hmm, racking up for later, baby.”

She bit her lip, thinking of the raised flesh and how sore it was still from earlier. “Not...not really. The talk of pregnancy was redundant. I wanted to make sure she understood I wasn’t.”

“Listen, Kailani and I are going to chill at my place tonight unless you need me at the clubhouse,” Traeger said.

Ayesha eyed the big man sprawled out in the chair. She’d heard he’d been shot, but watching him, one would never guess he had an injury.

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