Keeping The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 4)
“If it’ll get me a spanking.”
I chuckle and stroke my fingers up and down the curve of her spine. “You gonna show up today?”
“Hmm.” She wiggles her butt toward me. “That depends on how much sleep I get.”
“Who said anything about sleeping?” I curve my palm to her ass cheek.
“Me. Your sister is here. I don’t want her to hear us. And I don’t want bad luck.”
“I think we’ve reached our quota on bad luck, but if you want me to leave, I’ll leave. I just make no promises that I will get any sleep without you.”
“Now who is being all cute and shit, hmm?” Alexa rolls into me. Her sweet lips meet my neck, sucking and nibbling their way down to my chest. “Maybe this will help you sleep.” Wrapping her fingers around my cock, she strokes me as I harden in her hand. Her mouth hits my cock. The warmth of her surrounds me and I’m a goner.
Totally lost to her.
I’m under her spell.
She commands me with her tongue.
**
“That fucking weasel,” East mutters.
“Put him in the pit with me. We’ll call it after wedding entertainment.” Viking growls.
“Any luck finding out what was in the water he tried to serve Alexa?” Banks looks to Link, and he shakes his head no. “How’s your whore?”
“The fuck did you just say to me?” Link pushes his chair back and goes for Banks.
Viking steps between the two of them, shoving Link back. “Back up.” He turns to Banks. “And you? That shit ain’t cool. Whatever beef the two of you got over club pussy takes back burner.”
I nod at Viking. The two dumb fucks sit down. “You two done? I mean I can call in Pam and Danika. Have some marriage counseling but Holy is on the road. I got a man in the basement who came after our club and the two of you want to fight over a bitch who’d spread her legs for anyone who came through our doors. But I tell you what. Tonight the two of you can work this shit out in the pit. I’ve got a wedding to attend.”
“It’s all good,” Banks says. The tension between him and Link is thick though. Danika is club pussy, but we all know Banks has a soft spot for her.
“We’ll deal with Rio later.”
King, the president of Santa Clarita chapter clamps my shoulder and gives me a shake. “Congrats on finally locking your woman down.”
“Appreciate you being here. Heard congratulations are in order for you and Ayesha.” She’s a petite but gorgeous woman you can’t help but take notice of.
“Yeah, found out a couple months ago.”
“Gonna be a lot of little bastards born over the next year way I hear it,” Angel, an enforcer out of the Ankeny chapter says. His Old Lady, Korrie is expecting as well I believe.
“Shit must be in the damn water,” Chrome, VP of the Detroit chapter says with a chuckle.
“Where can I find the bride,” Cam asks. “I have her a little something.”
“Down the hall in my office.”
I rub my chin, and we all watch the dark headed, tattooed beauty walk away.
“Keep it in your pants, boys.” Pam saunters in and kisses my cheek, ignoring her old man completely. Her sister-in-law trails behind her with Connor, Pam and Links adopted kid in tow. “You guys had better get to your seats. I’m going to see if the blushing bride is ready yet.”
“You good, darlin’?” I cup her cheek and see the pain behind her eyes. Link really fucked up.
“Never better, Murder. Happy as can be you know me.”