Keeping The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 4)
“You think anyone will notice if we sneak upstairs?”
“If we aren’t here to cut the cake, we’ll never hear the end of it.”
“I’ll take my chances.” The song changes to something more rock, and I lead Alexa down the hall to my office to steal a moment alone with her only to overhear Pam and Link has beat me to using the space.
The door is cracked enough I can see them. Pam is busy cleaning up from getting Alexa ready. “You want me to pretend I didn’t see that the other night?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. I fucked up, babe. I know that.”
“Do you? I know you said you were having mixed feelings about us, and I told you to do what you felt you need to. Saying and doing are two different things.”
“So what? I make one mistake and you’re done with me?”
“I didn’t say that. I’m hurt, Link. I’m pissed off.”
“I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
“I’m sure you didn’t. She magically happened to fall, and her mouth landed on your dick, huh?”
“C’mon. We shouldn’t be listening in on them.” I take Alexa back to the party. Roane has a tattoo station set up and half the crowd has gone out back to the fighting pit even though its cold as a witch’s tit out there. It’s the perfect time to take Alexa upstairs. Pam is distracted with her own shit. We made an appearance.
“Look.” Alexa nods to Lily and Slick pressed close slow dancing like they are the only two in the room. “You think she’ll move back?”
“Hard to say. If Holy is serious about laying a claim on Hazel. Maybe.”
“Hazel? He found her?”
“Yeah, babe. Over there.” I motion to Holy’s table where he has my niece with the damn collar around her neck.
“Interesting. I knew Holy was kinky, but is that a leather collar on her neck? It’s kinda sexy.”
“Want me to collar you?”
“I think I’ll pass.”
“Right answer.” I hug her to my side and kiss the top of her head. “I might cuff you to my bed though. Seems like it’s going to be the only way I get to fuck you tonight,” I mutter as Wylla Mae and East approach us.
“We’re heading out. Gotta get Mila from Andi.” Wylla kisses our cheeks and East
gives us both a nod.
“Drive safe.”
“Call me before you leave for your honeymoon,” Wylla tells Alexa over her shoulder as East tugs her toward the exit.
“Looks like they kissed and made up.” Alexa tilts her head toward the bar where I see Pam and Link.
“Enough about everyone else, woman. Time for me to get to have my cake and eat it too.”
I get Pam’s attention, and she meets us at the table that’s set up with the food and shit. “Let’s get this cake business over with,” I tell her.
“You don’t need my permission. Have at it.”
“Good.” I grab a handful out of the bottom and feed Alexa a bite.
“There you’ve had cake. Let’s go. I’m ready to fuck you.”
Alexa gapes at me but I don’t give her time to respond. I pick her up and heft her over my shoulder. A few men shout and whistle as we head upstairs to my suite. I don’t put my wife down until I kick the door shut behind us.