Page 31 of Royally Embraced: RBMC

“When do you have to go home?” she asked, a quiver in her voice.

He ran his hand down her chest, stopping at her pert nipple, and pinched the little bud.

“Ouch. What the hell did you do that for?” she asked, rubbing her hand over her breast.

Jeter smiled down at her. “To get you out of that head of yours. Where I go, you go, Vita Mia. Feel me?”

“And if I don’t agree, are you going to torture my boob some more?” She glared at him.

He looked at her, then at her nipples, which strained against the fabric, begging for his attention. “Baby, it’s you who’s torturing me, or maybe tempting me is the better term. Besides, if I tug on those sweet little buds with my fingers, I plan to kiss them, too. But first, I need to contact my Prez. I might hold a ranking position within the MC, but that doesn’t mean I don’t need to check in when shit goes south. Especially when that shit might come knocking on the club’s door.”

“Do you think they’re awake at this hour?” Tori held her phone up. The time in California was two hours behind Chicago. At just after eight in the morning their time, he wasn’t sure if King would be up. However, he would text both him and Duke for them to call him. He’d give them a brief rundown of what went down without incriminating himself or saying anything they could use against them, should the cops get involved.

“I’ll text my Prez and VP. They’re brothers and live on the same property as the clubhouse. Whichever one reads my text first will probably call the other, and then they’ll get the ball rolling.” He settled her beside him to get his cell out of his bag. With his thumb, he swiped across the screen. An icon appeared, showing he had a couple of missed calls and texts from Kendrick.Before texting the Royal brothers, he read the texts. As he’d assumed, Kendrick had nothing new on the would-be assassin other than that it hadn’t been a hit on him.

“This sucks. Do you think Kendrick will find out who and why someone tried to shoot me?”

Chapter Sixteen

Jeter had several theories, but he didn’t want to express them until after he had Tori away from Chicago. “Let’s stick with what we know. I’ve never been a big fan of thewhat ifgame.”

Looking at the message he typed, he reread it twice. Once he felt sure it sounded good, he hit send. The moment he heard the ping, he looked down and saw it saiddelivered. Jeter immediately felt lighter.

“So that’s it?” she asked.

He set his cell phone on the bed by his hip and raised his hand, cradling her head in his palm. Jeter held her steady as he moved the inches separating them. “Yep,” he said and brushed his nose over hers.

“Mmm, I think you deserve a reward for being so good.” She shimmied off his lap, curled her finger under his chin, and forced his head up. “You were going to show me how to suck your dick earlier. Remember?”

He fisted his hands next to his hips to keep from shoving her to her knees. Swallowing hard, he nodded. “You sure you want to do that?”

Tori dropped to her knees between his spread thighs and scraped her nails up his calves, pausing at the end of his boxers. “Absofuckinglutely. If I’m not doing it right, tell me, and I’ll stop. Or if you want me to do something, you only have to tell me. Remember, this is a first for me, so I’m not a professional or anything.”

His cock twitched. Pre-come leaked from the tip behind his boxers. Hell, if he didn’t get his shit together, he’d end upblowing his load like a damn untried youth with his first real taste of pussy.

“Stop talking, or I’m going to embarrass the both of us,” he warned.

Her brow raised at his words. He gripped the back of her hair, pulling her head back slightly, then ran his thumb over her bottom lip. She opened her mouth, licked the tip, and sucked his thumb inside. Watching her jaws hollow out while she stared at him made him growl in need.

Jeter released her hair and pulled his thumb out. “Take my dick out, Tori.”

She gripped the sides of his boxers and tugged. He lifted, helping her pull them down his thighs. His dick jerked like he was waving as soon as the cotton left him. Jeter kept his hands beside him, allowing her to choose how she moved next.

“Wow, he looks very angry, Jeter. I think I should have a talk with him. Maybe a little mouth-to-dick will make him feel better,” she said. The sexy little smirk she cast him made his balls draw up.

Her eyes held his as she bent. She stuck her tongue out and licked around the crown of his shaft. He wanted to tell her to suck him inside, but Jeter held his tongue.

The sexy little minx watched him as she slid her tongue over the head of his dick. She moaned. The vibration shot straight to his balls, nearly making him come. Fuck, he needed to calm down, or he’d come all over her face within three damn licks and a couple of sucks.

“You taste delicious, Tesoro.” Again, she hummed. Then she traced the vein along the underside of his cock. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. He’d have gone limp if he hadn’t been so fucking hard.

Her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. Through half-closed lids, he watched her glide her palm up and down.Moving his hand from beside him, he covered her hand with his own, marveling at how tiny hers looked under his. Her damn fingers didn’t reach all the way around his girth, for fuck’s sake.

“Squeeze harder. Like this,” he told her.

Her tongue licked up the length of him like he was a damn lollipop. “Like that?” She tightened her hand and twisted, working his dick up and down. His head fell back on a groan.

The feel of her warm, wet mouth surrounding him had him snapping his head back up. Watching as she took him deeper sent spikes of pleasure down his spine. She tried to take him all the way inside, but the angle was hard with her kneeling and him sitting.

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