Page 8 of Royally Lucky

“I did, too. You scare me, though.” Honesty, there was no other recourse. Sure, she didn’t have to tell him the truth, but he’d see through her, and she didn’t want to be like her mother. She bit her bottom lip, a nervous habit she couldn’t break.

Kendrick leaned over, tugging it free from between her teeth. He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. The feel of his rough, callous finger sent a zing of pleasure down her spine. His eyes lifted from her mouth to meet hers. They were like emerald fire. “You keep abusing this little bit of flesh, and I’ll have to punish you.”

She sighed. “You say that like you’re trying to scare me.”

He chuckled. “No doubt about it, baby girl. I’m not a nice man.”

“Kendrick, let me tell you what a wise woman once told me. There’s light, and there’s dark in all of us. Sometimes we allow the dark to snuff out the light. Some people let the light become so bright they can’t understand those who are not like them. Those are the holier-than-thou folks. And then, some have a blend of both light and dark. When those come together within a person, it’s a truly beautiful thing. I see that when I look at you. Yes, I don’t doubt you can be ruthless when necessary. However, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t lay your life down for those you love or do whatever you can to protect them.”

He tugged her chair closer to his and ran the back of his hand down her bare shoulder until he reached her fingers. He picked up her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the top. “You have no idea what your words do for my black heart.”

A laugh she couldn’t contain huffed out of her. “Keep telling yourself that, mister.”

His eyes darkened as he sat back. She felt him withdraw and wondered what she’d said. “You’re such a little innocent,” he breathed.

It was her turn to laugh. Only there was no humor in the sound. “If you think I’m innocent, Kendrick, or if that’s what you expect, you’ll be sorely disappointed.”

She shoved back from the table, getting to her feet on shaky legs. Sutton needed to get away from his magnetic presence. “If you’ll excuse me. I need to go to the ladies' room.”

Ensuring she had her small evening bag with her credit card and cell phone inside, she made her way across the clubhouse. The place was enormous. Tiana had explained the first time she’d come there how they’d expanded and built onto the original structure since the members began getting married and having babies. She’d envied the relationship between the men and their wives, or ole’ ladies as they called them. They were all like a tight-knit family—nothing like the gangs the media and Hollywood liked to portray them. After being around them on many occasions, Sutton had learned Tiana hadn’t spoken the truth. Everyone who belonged to the Royal MC, man, woman, or child, was family. Nobody fucked with them, or they’d face the wrath of the entire RBMC.

The long hallway to the bathroom boasted a few doors on each side, clearly marked with what was behind them. She entered the one with the female symbol on it. She pushed through, chuckling at the stick figure of a woman wearing assless chaps while the men’s restroom had a stick figure on a motorcycle. The harsh light had her blinking several times. There’s a long counter with a half dozen sinks and lighted mirrors in front of them. They were perfect if a woman needed to touch up her makeup or hair. Under the white glitterycountertop, a shiny, black cabinet ran the length with open slots and outlets directly beneath each one. The floor mimicked the same glittery white surface as the counter. Now she understood what her friend Tiana said about the recent renovations being amazing.

Moving to the last stall, she wasn’t surprised they hadn’t spared any expense on the toilet area either. “A freaking bidet and heated seats?”

The control panel showed she could choose all kinds of different things. “Who knew I could wash my pussy while keeping my ass warm and then dry it? No mess, no fuss,” she mused.

“I swear I thought the same damn thing.”

Sutton yelped. She’d thought she was alone in the restroom. “Who’s there?”

“Sorry, I was hiding in here for a breather. It’s me, “Ayesha.”

The sound of a quiet swoosh followed by Ayesha’s heels tapping on the floor broke the silence.

“I’m hiding, too,” Sutton admitted.

“Want me to have King dispose of him?” Ayesha asked, her voice slightly slurred.

Sutton finished, pushing several buttons on the little remote. “Oh shit,” she yelped. Water and heat must’ve been the options she chose, as her hoo-ha got the deluxe treatment.

She stood on shaky legs, wondering if Kendrick would enjoy her—nope, she wasn’t going there.

“Girl, if I’m pregnant, I’m suing that toilet for child support.”

Chapter Four

Ayesha’s eyebrows shot straight up. “Um, what?”

Sutton hiked her thumb toward the offending porcelain. “Mr. Didmedirty John Potty, over there. He shot his whatever.” She flapped her hands in the air. “All up in my lady bits and didn’t even give me a happy ending or a ring.”

“Oh my. That wasn’t very nice of Mr. DJP. Do you want me to call for a backup dirty boy?” Mirth shone in her dark eyes.

“Ha, no. Men are trouble with a capital T. I’ll stick with my BOBs. They never let me down, and when I finish with them, I can just shove them underwater, and they don’t bitch.” Sutton laughed. She turned away, hiding the hollow look she was sure Ayesha would see.

“You know, you can have both. King has a huge cock and also uses—”

They heard a banging on the bathroom door followed by King’s deep bellow. “Ayesha, are you in there, woman?”

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