Royal Savage (Savage & Ink 1)

Assholes . . .

Royal’s hand grips my thigh from under the table as he slowly pulls me closer to him. I don’t think anyone else seems to notice, except for maybe Colton, who growls under his breath while watching his brother’s every move.

Ken looks up from his plate a few times to watch Royal as he eats his spaghetti. His eyes widen as Royal smiles at me and then reaches over to my plate to take a bite of one of my meatballs. “You should move across the table, Marie. Royal here doesn’t have any manners.”

“Her fucking name is Avalon,” Royal corrects him.

Picking up the meatball that Royal bit off of, I place it in my mouth and chew slowly. “It’s fine. I don’t have a problem with sharing. I have too many meatballs anyway.”

I jump and grip the edge of the table when I feel Royal’s hand glide up my leg, pulling my skirt up along the way.

A shaky breath escapes me when I feel him spread my legs open with his pinky and thumb and cup my mound in his rough hand.

“You okay,” Colton questions, looking as if he’s about to stand up.

“I’m fine, Colton.” I hold up my glass of ice water. “I just spilled a few drops of water on my legs. It was an unexpected sensation. That’s all.” That’s no lie.

Royal growls next to my ear and quickly slips two fingers inside of me, causing me to moan against my fork and almost drop it.

I feel as if I’m about to come if he makes any movement. A part of me wants him to stop, while the other part has needed release for a while.

Looking across the table at Colton, Royal starts pumping his fingers in and out, going harder each time Colton gives him a dirty look and grinds his jaw. Being quiet has never been so hard.

Within minutes, I’m clenching around his thick fingers, my intense orgasm sending a surge of heat shooting through my body and a tingling sensation begins in my feet.

“Royal, your plate is empty. I’m sure you have business to take care of,” June says, while looking between the two of us with suspicious eyes.

Taking a few quick breaths, I look the other way and try to catch my breath, hoping that his parents didn’t catch on to what just happened under the table. It was so quick that I’m hoping it went unnoticed.

“I think that means you can fucking leave now,” Colton spits out, while locking eyes with Royal. “You haven’t been welcome here for years, so say goodbye to my girl and leave.”

Royal pushes his fingers in me as deep as he can and smirks, before pulling out of my throbbing pussy. Then he stands up and sucks his fingers into his mouth; the ones that were nowhere close to the food . . . but maybe no one noticed. “Fucking delicious. Thanks for dinner.”

Ken and June watch hard as Royal pushes his chair under the table, locks eyes with me, and then turns and walks away.

I sit here with my heart pounding and my pussy shamelessly throbbing as he disappears out the front door.

Making a quick decision, I stand up and push my chair in. “Thanks for dinner, but I have to run.”

Colton stands up fast as hell and rushes over to stop me, with his parents watching us in confusion. “Don’t fucking leave. He wasn’t even invited. Stay.”

I let out a small laugh of disbelief. “I can see what a great family you all have here. Thanks for having me, but unfortunately I don’t think I fit in here. We’re just different people. I think I’ll leave with my friend. Have a nice night.”

With that, I rush out the door to find Royal leaning against a huge black truck. He lifts a brow and bites his bottom lip as his eyes roam over my heated body. “Follow me.”

Pulling his eyes away, he hops into his truck, watching me from his rearview mirror as I jump into my jeep and prepare to follow him home.

I have no idea what the hell just happened in there, but I think I liked it . . . Shit!

PARKING MY TRUCK IN FRONT of the lake, I turn off the engine and wait for Avalon to make her way down the winding dirt path.

I wasn’t planning on bringing company here tonight—or ever really—but after what happened at dinner, I couldn’t just leave her and pretend that what she did for me didn’t have some kind of an effect on me.

Going to my family’s house is never easy. That’s why I stay the fuck away, but after watching Riley being lowered into the ground earlier today, my heart ached to see something beautiful, so I went where I knew she would be.

My plan was to keep to myself, but when she opened that beautiful, sassy mouth of hers, I fucking reached under the table and allowed myself to show my appreciation.

Taking a deep breath, I jump out of my truck and lean against it, as Avalon parks her jeep and kills the engine.

Not bothering to look at me, she grips onto her steering wheel and leans over it with her eyes squeezed shut. She looks as if she’s struggling with something and I have a feeling I know what that is: me.

Hell . . . I struggle with my damn self.

A few minutes later, Avalon jumps out of her jeep and slams the door shut behind her, walking at me fast. “What the fuck was that, Royal?” She shoves my chest, completely out of breath. “Did you seriously just finger fuck me in front of your family to piss your brother off? Huh?”

I lift a brow and watch her plump breasts as her chest quickly rises and falls with each heavy breath she fights. With one hand, I reach out and grip her hip to keep her from backing away when I sense she’s going to run. “That’s not the only reason. Fuck, Avalon.”

She brushes her hair out of her face and takes a deep breath. “Seriously!” She yells. “Please do tell me.”

I look her dead in the eyes and speak the fucking truth. She may not like it, but . . .”I’ve been thinking about finger fucking you for days and hearing you stick up for me turned me the fuck on.”

Her nostrils flare, as she looks me up and down. I prepare myself for another shove, but instead she just removes my hand from her hip and takes a step back. She looks a bit surprised by my answer and her demeanor calms a bit.

Swallowing, I reach into the back of my truck and pull out a twelve-pack of beer, before walking over to the water and taking a seat on the huge rock.

I stare out at the murky water and tilt back a bottle of beer, knowing exactly how I’m going to feel as soon as the emotions of being here take over. It’s been exactly one year since I have been here. I had been coming here for eight years and up until two years ago; I always had the company of Olivia. Now I come here alone in hopes to get away and remember the good moments, but they always seem to hurt me more by the time I leave.