Sinners are Winners (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 5)

I’d also gotten quite a bit of flak from colleagues that I’d been involved in it at all.

Needless to say, I should be worried and stay away from her.

I wasn’t worried.

And I most certainly wasn’t going to be staying away from her.

I also knew was that I couldn’t let her leave.

So, after the pictures were taken and the bridesmaids dispersed to go help the bride do whatever brides needed help doing after a wedding, I called my mom.Chapter 4You may now bang the bride.

-Royal’s Underwear

Saylor

I grinned at my father as I said, “I gotta go help the bride pee. I’ll be back.”

My dad winked, and my mother dropped a kiss onto my cheek before turning to my dad.

“Take me to eat,” she ordered.

“They’re going to have food at the reception,” he said.

“They are,” my mother agreed. “But they’re also going to be doing that in like two hours. It’s been three since I’ve eaten, and you know how famished I get.”

My dad snorted.

Loudly.

“I know that you’re full of shit,” he rumbled, throwing his arm around her neck and pulling her in tight. “But let’s go. If we hurry, we can grab something to eat before anybody notices that we’re even gone.”

I watched with a smile on my face as my parents left, and then I went in search of Royal.

I found her by herself, trying to lift all the multiple layers of tulle and fabric.

“What are you doing?” I questioned as I watched her lift and shift her skirt layers from side to side.

“I’m trying to find the end of these goddamn things so I can pee,” she answered.

I helped her move the fabric to the side, then bunch it up all around her boobs. Then we made the walk to the bathroom with her butt hanging out.

“How’s the view from back there?” she asked as we walked.

I looked at her white cotton boy short underwear and grinned. “I think he’s going to like them.”

The underwear said ‘You may now bang the bride’ on the front of them and ‘It’s not going to spank itself, Justice.’

“It was really hard getting them to fit all those words on there,” she said. “It cost me fifty bucks just for one pair of underwear.”

I choked on my spit.

“I got y’all a pair, too,” she said. “You should put yours on.”

I looked at the goody bag that she’d handed me when I’d walked in that day, but hadn’t had a chance to actually go through yet.

“What does it say?” I wondered.

“Maid of honor,” she said. “And bang me.”

I burst out laughing as I helped guide her to the seat.

“I’m so glad that you agreed to be my maid of honor.” She sighed as she peed. “And that you’re willing to hold my dress for me while I pee. I know we don’t know each other all that well…but I’m so glad that I got to know you. I just wish you weren’t moving away.”

I’d met Royal a while ago when she’d taste tested a cake for me.

At the time, I hadn’t realized that it was her birthday, or that she was spending it alone.

But, when I’d contacted her a few days later asking her how she liked the cake, she’d replied. Then we’d hit it off, talking back and forth. And before I knew it, she’d become my taste tester and our friendship was born.

Now, we didn’t see each other all that much, but we did send each other hourly memes and talked on text message non-stop.

When she’d asked me to be her maid of honor, I hadn’t hesitated.

I agreed, though.

I wish that I wasn’t leaving her behind when I left. I wished I could pack her up and bring her with me.

But I knew that I would be seeing her a lot.

She’d married one of my childhood friends—though we hadn’t realized that Justice and I had been childhood friends when Royal had agreed to marry him. It was only later as we’d spent more time with each other and Royal’s new ‘significant other’ that we realized we were going to be much closer than we’d originally expected.

It’d all just worked out that way.

“Do you think it’s weird that I want you to marry Lock?” she all of a sudden burst out.

I blinked in surprise.

“What?” I asked.

“I purposefully paired y’all together,” she admitted. “I knew that you’d like him. I’m hoping that he seduces you into staying.”

I flushed at remembering his words about my dress earlier.

“Royal…” I started.

“Oh, I’m not expecting miracles,” she said. “I was just hoping that you might find a little inspiration in wanting to stay.”

I blushed.

“I want to stay,” I admitted. “I want to so badly…I just can’t keep working here and not making any money. I have to have a way to pay my way. And I’m not taking any of the money my father offered me. I just…I want to make it on my own.”