Page 52 of Royally Lucky

A plate of waffles and egg bake settled in front of Tiana and was placed next to Sutton as Kendrick slid onto the chair. He leaned close to Sutton, his warm breath fanning her neck. “This smells good, but your pussy is still my favorite.”

Her fork dropped from her hand, laughter falling from her lips at his audacious words. “Kendrick Calderone. I swear you say things just to get a rise out of me.”

His brows wiggled. “Baby girl, the only thing that’s risen is my dick. Well, I can’t say for sure, but the other men here probably have the same affliction. I don’t know and don’t care to know for sure. My statement still stands true, though. Eat up.” He licked the lobe of her ear before settling back into his chair.

She blew out a breath as they all settled into eating. King stood at the counter with Ayesha, feeding her between his own bites. They were so cute in a sexy way that she’d always envied.

The phone next to Kendrick rang, making her jump. Her eyes flew toward the man beside her as he wiped his mouth beforegrabbing the cellular device. He looked at the caller ID, then swiped his finger across the screen.

“Where the fuck are you?” he barked.

She shifted to put her hand on his leg, needing to show him she was there for him. Whatever the person on the other end said had Kendrick’s entire body tensing.

“Jeter, I need you to listen to me. After your wedding, some shit went down. You know Sutton, right?” Kendrick paused for a bit and grunted. “She was kidnapped down the road from the MC compound. We got her back, but, fuck, they took her again right out from under our noses. The fucker responsible for the second time was none other than Frankie Dragna. He and my ex are a thing, I guess.”

Finally, he relaxed as he listened for a few minutes. “Fuck no. I don’t give two shits about Taysey. The whore could get eaten by a damn great white shark for all I’d care. I would probably feel more for the beast because he’d be the one to get something after ingesting her bitch ass.”

“That’s a little harsh, brother. I like the visual, though.” King pulled a chair out from the table, turning it to straddle as he settled his arms on the top.

“Hang on. I’m putting you on speaker.”

“Yo, Cowboy, you running off and leaving your cell at home ain’t cool,” King growled.

“Yeah, I didn’t realize I left it until we were already at Heathrow Airport. My wife kept my head filled with too many other things. I was going to buy one when we got here, but we knew you had Vittoria’s number. We figured if you needed us, you’d try hers if you couldn’t get me.”

Sutton forked a bite into her mouth to hide her grin. The man was on his honeymoon, which, in her opinion, meant he had many more pressing things on his mind. Hell, she’d be pissedher newlywed husband didn’t appear to have his head in the clouds, or at least his mind on her and them.

“Ah, I remember the days King was solely focused on making love to me. I think he even forgot to lock our playroom once, and some young, impressionable girl found her way in. If I remember correctly, the sight might’ve scandalized the poor girl,” Ayesha said. She laughed as she came to the table, picking up empty plates.

Sutton looked between the couple, wondering why anyone would get scandalized by a playroom.

King barked out a laugh. “Now, look who’s scandalizing guests. Care to explain to Sutton what you’re talking about, little dove?”

Ayesha’s cheeks turned a bright red.

“On that note, Vittoria and I are going to head to our next destination. I might’ve procured some protection while we were near the airport. In fact, it was close to Windsor Castle. And yes, they work. I have plenty of ammo in case I need it. We’ll ditch them before we head back to the airport. No way will I risk either of us getting caught with them.”

“What happens if you get stopped and they search you?” King’s hardened tone silenced the room. He was frowning, a look so foreboding she worried for Jeter’s safety when he returned.

“King, would you go halfway across the globe and not have a way to protect your ole’ lady?” Jeter growled.

The big bad president let out a sigh. “Don’t get caught, and don’t get killed, asshole. When you get back be prepared to wash bikes or do some other menial task.”

“See you in a week, Prez. Kendrick, stay safe, and whatever you do, don’t get your ass killed. Andre, you there?” Jeter asked.

“Of course,” Andre said. He sat up straighter in the chair across from Sutton.

“Don’t let my brother do anything stupid. Remember, that’s my job. Yeehaw and all that shit.”

“I swear I will not let him do anything stupid. We won’t be getting into trouble while out of the country, that’s for damn sure. As for washing bikes...can he do it shirtless and maybe in a pair of boxer briefs?” Vittoria asked.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Are all of you women after us men for our bodies?” King asked.

Ayesha and Tiana raised their hands, nodding vigorously.

“I’ll hold the both of you to that promise. Vittoria, you make sure he checks in with us twice a day. This threat is serious.” King didn’t let them off the hook, which Sutton could sense Kendrick appreciated.

“So, back to the playroom?” Andre asked, dark eyes twinkling.

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