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

“Comes with age.”

“Is that what these are...wisdom whiskers?” I tug on a patch of grey in his beard.

“Should I dye it before the wedding?” He grins.

“No way. It’s sexy.”

“How sexy?” Angling his head toward mine, he comes in for a tender kiss.

“This sexy.” I push his hand down the front of my pants.

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm. Those strippers Pam hired were hot.”

“What strippers?” he growls. “Hound said you only had dinner.”

“You spying on me?”

“More like protecting you.”

“I like that you look after me.”

“How much you like it?”

“About this much.” I pinch my fingers together, taunting him.

“Gonna spank your ass for that.” James shifts to grab the remote control to switch the Tv off.

“You promise?” I bat my lashes.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. Let’s get ready for bed.”

“You don’t want to fuck me on my ugly couch?”

“Nope.”

“Hmm. Suit yourself. I’m tired and the second my head touches the pillow I’ll be out.”

“Guess I need to get creative. Fuck you against the wall. On the stairs. Bathroom sink. Lots of places I can fuck you, pretty girl.”

My cell phone buzzes. “Hold that thought.” I answer the call without looking at the number. “Hello.”

“Alexa, it’s your mother.”

“Hey, um...it’s kind of late.” I glance at James knowing he won’t be happy she’s interrupting, though it isn’t as if she ever calls me much these days.

“It’s your father. He’s had a heart attack.”

“I’m...I. Is he okay?”

“He wants to see you.”

“Why? After all this time. There is nothing left to be said between us.”

“You owe him this.”

“I don’t owe either of you a damn thing. You lied to me. To James.”