Keeping The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 4)

“You better be naked under that shirt.” I kick off my boots, empty my pockets onto the dresser, and start undressing. I hang my cut on the hook on the back of the door and shed my jeans. I pull my tee over my head and toss it on my crumpled jeans. “C’mere, Lex. Been one hell of a night and I intend on ending it buried deep inside you, pretty girl.”

“Do you think Pam is okay?”

“Sweet that you care, babe, but I left her about three minutes ago at the bar with Link. Your girl is good.”

“Kay.”

“Fuckin’ adorable, Lex. But you’ll be even sweeter in my mouth.”

She pads across the room, meeting me at the bed. I whip my old Sturgis tee from over her head and sling it over my shoulder before I grab her and kiss her madly. Tongue thrusting deep in her mouth taking and taking all her sweetness to wash away all the bad. To make me forget there is a traitor tied up in the basement. That the little fucker tried to kill me and hurt my woman and unborn child. He doesn’t get to ruin this. I’ve waited too damn long to have Lex in my bed every night and another child of mine growing in her belly.

No one is going to fuck this up. I’ll see them in Hell first. Her lush tits smash into my chest as my hands seek out her ass. I lift her and she wraps those smooth thighs around my waist.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love me too,” she sasses back at me, and I pinch her ass, earning me a yelp then a pinch back to my nipple.

I drop a knee on the bed, putting her on her back. I spread her thighs and settle between them. I lick, suck, and eat my woman as she tugs on my hair and moans beneath me. Pure heaven on Earth. Her sugary goodness melts on my tongue. I hitch one of her knees over my shoulder and play with her ass while I devour her pussy. My pretty girl likes it dirty.

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“I know the last thing you ugly fucks wanted to do after a night of booze and pussy is drag your asses in before dawn but we got a problem. The prospect. Rio. Claims to be the son of your former Prez. Gotta be Lion who fucked his mother. What’d you get out of him?”

“His mother used to wait tables at Waffle House. I’m guessing that’s where they met. She told him his father was Prez of our club and that he abandoned them both. He had a rough life. Got slapped around by his stepdad and ended up in juvie at fourteen. His mom died while he was inside at the hands of the stepdad. He blamed his real dad for his shit life. Discovered you killed Lion and set out to get his revenge,” Viking tells me.

East shifts in his seat. “What you want us to do with him?”

“I’d like to bury him with his cunt father but there’s too many eyes on us with this Cloud Nine business. Need to know if he was the one supplying the dancers and where he was getting it. Work him over more. Hound, want you down there. Whatever it takes I want names.”

Chapter Ten

“How are you feeling?” Wylla Mae questions as she hands me a pack of Saltine crackers.

“Happy but nauseous. Can’t keep a thing down.”

“Wedding jitters?”

I shake my head. “The pregnancy. One whiff of whatever Sandman was cooking up in the kitchen did me in. I dry heaved all morning before your dad brought me home. I don’t think I made a good first impression on Jameson, but you should’ve heard his Old Lady, Sadie, teasing him about how she was gonna catch my bouquet so he’ll have no choice but to marry her.”

“I don’t think I’ve met him yet. He’s the Prez from New Orleans, right?”

“Mmhmm.” I take a sip of water and nearly gag.

“You need to eat something. You don’t want to be sick on your wedding day. I still have that medication I was taking when Mila hated everything I tried to eat. You should take it. It will help.”

“Hey, sweet pea, who is the mom here you or me?” I squeeze her hand. “Does it weird you out that we’re going to, pregnant at the same time?”

“Should it?”

I shrug. “Most would be.”

“I think it’s kinda cool. I know we have had a lot of differences, but I like this whole new relationship we have. You’re both different when you’re together. Better. Everyone sees it. You complete each other and I’m glad you have it. Though a part of me wishes you could’ve gotten your shit together years ago.”

“You and me both. The journey while hard has been worth it though. I got you and my beautiful granddaughter out of the deal and now this child.”

“Dad thinks it’ll be a boy.”

“I sure as hell hope so. If not, he may want to try for another, and this kid is gonna be it for me.”