Page 21 of Royally Twisted

“At the center that night. You were at a cancer survivors meeting?”

He looked over his shoulder, floored to see her standing next to his bed taking off her clothes. “What’re you doing?” he asked, his body immediately reacting to her nudity.

Ivy walked up to him, her naked body perfection to him. “Did you think I would turn away because of that?”

The curtains concealed them inside, but he wanted out. Or at least able to see out. With a press of a button, the blackout curtains parted, giving them a glimpse of the pool beyond. “In all honesty, I didn’t know.” He turned fully toward her.

Ivy jumped at the last second, his arms opening for the little spitfire. “Mmm, I wanted to do that since I first laid eyes on you.” She wiggled around, her legs locked behind his back, her arms around his neck. “So much better than in my fantasies.”

Tymber smiled, unable to stop himself. “You comfy?” The palms of his hands held her ass, the firm globes a perfect fit for him.

She tugged on his hair, almost like he did to her. “Now, where were we? Oh, you thought I was a shallow beotch who couldn’t love you because of your scars, or the fact you kicked cancer’s ass? Silly man, I’d love you even if you were a roadmap of scars. We all have scars, some are outside like yours, but some are inside, like mine.” She pressed her lips over his, keeping whatever he had to say inside. “I’ve not told you my sordid past, not completely. If you found out I used to be a junkie, or gave a baby up for adoption, would you think less of me?”

His fingers dug into the flesh nestled in his palms. “Fuck no. Did you?”

“No, but I could’ve. The reason Luke and I were so close, was mainly because we’d known each other since we started school. I told him I’d fallen in love with him, and one day we’d be married. He’d just beat Tommy Smith up for pulling my pigtails and making me cry. As only a boy would do, he snorted and went off to play. Then, in junior high, he told me he loved me and would marry me one day after I punched Sally Belle for breaking his heart. It was only as we hit high school and I kissed him we realized it wasn’t how we expected. There wasn’t this big explosion of uncontrollable urges from either of us, but we still tried. Hell, I was naked, and he was only in a pair of boxer briefs. When his dick didn’t even twitch, we agreed we were better off as friends. Now, I will say, we fooled around, but it just wasn’t meant to be. Our junior year, he fell in lust for the first time, and I...that was when I showed up on his doorstep, bleeding.”

Tymber tightened his arms around Ivy. “Why were you bleeding?” he gritted out.

“My stepdad decided it was time I earned my keep. I was sixteen, and he...he assumed I’d been screwing Luke so why not him. That night, I lost my birth family only to gain another, this one by choice and acceptance. King is a hardass, but there was nobody I trusted more than him and the club. They made sure my mother and her husband left town after Luke kicked the shit out of him. Heck, probably the entire state, or they’d face King, who was ten times worse than Luke. Trust me, leaving was the better option.” Tears fell from her eyes, memories of that time clearly still painful.

“I’m glad you had them, even though I still want to punch him in the mouth,” he said only half joking.

“I’m happy you didn’t follow through with that tonight. I know many think an MC is nothing but outlaws and men whose sole purpose is to fuck shit up, but that’s not the truth. The week following my escape from the fucker and my mom, I realized that wearing a patch was more than getting together for shits and giggles. Sure, there was a lot of that, but the MC was a family that banded together no matter what. Not one man looked at the other and thought ‘how can they help me’ within the club. When you commit to the lifestyle, you’re given a family who look for ways to help each other. They, as a whole, always look to give, never expecting to receive. To many, it may sound idealistic, and yeah, I think there’s probably clubs like that, but not the Royal Sons. Not King and his brothers. I literally had the clothes on my back when I became one of them. No, women aren’t patched members, but I was still a Royal. I never had to worry if someone would be there to catch me when I fell. They may be psychotic, a little twisted, and a whole lot fucked up, but they’re family. Blood or not, we’re a hodgepodge of individuals banding together, blending as one big fucked up family, but that’s what they were and would always be, family. Royally twisted was what Luke and I called us.”

Tymber let her cry, holding her in his while she sobbed. When she sighed and relaxed in his arms, he carried her back to the bed, tugging the comforter down before easing her inside. “Thank you for sharing your story with me.” He kicked his boots off, unsnapped his jeans, pushing them and his briefs down, all while holding Ivy’s gaze. “I know how easy it is to look at someone and judge them, making a snap decision about who and what they are. Nobody knows the path that leads them to where they are today. What I do know is, you’re more than your past. You see, I saw through the smiles you give me. I knew there was pain hidden behind the mask you wore and still thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d laid eyes on. You never have to hide from me, Ivy.”

He moved in next to her, pulling a lock of her hair with his hand.

Ivy moved until she straddled his waist, her fingers tracing the scar he’d covered up with a new tattoo. The roaring lion was mighty and fierce, a symbol he needed at the time.

“You don’t ever have to hide from me either,” she whispered.

Tymber ran his hands up her legs, his thumbs tracing her outer lips, finding her wet. “I need to be inside you, Ivy.”

She laughed, then shocked him speechless as she bent and kissed his chest, tracing the scar with her tongue. “I want you in me too.” Her ass wiggled while she moved down, his dick trapped between them slid through her folds.

In that moment, he realized that through tragedy, adversity, and heartache, he’d found his soulmate. With her by his side, he would battle the world to keep her safe from harm.

“I think I love you, Tymber Black,” she whispered sliding along his length.

Tymber flipped their positions, leaning over to snatch a condom out of the drawer, he ripped the foil open and had it rolled on in record time.“Good to hear, Ivy, ‘cause I’m pretty sure I’m head over ass in love with you as well.”

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