Page 6 of Royally Lucky

“I’d like that.”

He swore his heart stopped and started again. He leaned forward, anticipation filling his veins.

“Kendrick,” she whispered.

He smiled, his heart thundering inside his chest like he was running for his life. He was going to relish this first touch, first taste.

Holding her gaze, he pressed his lips against hers. She sighed against his mouth.

“Oh,” she whispered. Her eyes slid closed.

He took a deep breath, calling on all his self-control not to pull her onto his lap and take more than she was ready for. Fuck, he only just met her. Not that he hadn’t fucked women he didn’t know, after a few drinks, and had no plans to see them afterward. He already knew more about her. Many of those forgotten women, though? He didn’t have a desire to see again, unlike Sutton.

With a lot of reluctance, he pulled back, giving her lower lip a slight suck first. “You taste sweeter than the strawberry you were offering me.”

His words were more accurate than any he’d stated in his entire life.

Chapter Three

Kendrick brushed his thumb over his lips, knowing he had some of Sutton’s lipstick on them. If he could, he’d wear the shit all night long like a badge of honor. However, he didn’t think Jeter would appreciate him walking around with it on his lips all night.

“Here, let me help you.” Sutton brought her napkin up, wiping gently over his mouth.

“You could always use your tongue,” he half-joked.

“I feel that would lead to us doing more of what caused the mess.” Her laughter eased the knot in his gut. He worried she’d be embarrassed about him kissing her in public. Of course, the MC clubhouse wasn’t where he’d be worried about public displays of affection. Hell, a little kissing was tame compared to what he was sure went on there.

He tilted his head back, relieved she wasn’t pissed.

“I’m twenty-nine. I’ll be thirty in November.”

“Yeah? You planning a big dirty thirty party?” He waggled his eyebrows up and down.

She let out a sultry laugh. “Not just no, but hell no. I hate being the center of attention for one, and honestly, the thought of celebrating turning another year older just doesn’t do it for me.”

“Hmm, it appears we have those two things in common.” He shook his head, amazed at how much she fascinated him. Most women and men love parties, especially big celebrations aimed at them.

A loud whistle interrupted them. “They’re here, finally.”

Lights dimmed as a spotlight moved to the entrance. His brother and Vittoria entered wearing big smiles. Jeter’s jacket was missing, and his new sister-in-law’s hair cascaded down her back, looking slightly windblown. From their changed appearances, the two of them had been up to something.

Kendrick drank a few drinks throughout the night, knowing a driver was taking him back to his rental. The love between Jeter and Vittoria made him hyperaware of what he’d been missing. Taysey standing him up at the altar hadn’t angered him, which should’ve been a huge red flag.

“What’s put that frown on your face, brother?”

Jeter’s words startled him. Kendrick ran a hand down his face, inhaled deeply, and tried to pull his head out of his ass. “I’m fucking old, man. Life is flashing by in the blink of an eye. I’ll be a guncle in no time,” he growled.

His brother’s brow pinched together. “I’m going to regret it, but I gotta ask what the fuck a guncle is.”

“A man who is old enough to be a grandfather but he’s an uncle, yet he’s not a father because he was too stupid to settle down and find himself a wife. Hence a guncle.”

Jeter laughed, and to his dismay, Vittoria joined him. “See, now the two of you are laughing at me. You’ll be off making babies, and they’ll be calling me Guncle Kendrick.”

Vittoria sputtered, liquid flying from her lips. She started coughing, and Jeter patted her on the back. However, they both were still laughing at his expense. Assholes.

“Okay, stop it. Kendrick, I fucking love you. I want to lead with that first. You know, so you don’t shoot me.” Vittoria held her hand up, tears of mirth making her eyes shine. “My children, or rather our children, won’t be allowed to call you that unless you tell them it’s okay. But—please tell me you’re good with it because that’s priceless.”

Kendrick didn’t find himself speechless often. Hell, he could be balls deep in a woman, with another riding his hand or face, and still be able to formulate coherent words if asked a question.

---