Page 108 of Royal Sons MC

Keys pointed at Traeger with his thumb over his shoulder. “He knew she was coming too.”

Traeger dropped his chin to his chest. “She’s not like Ayesha.”

“Sucks to be you ‘cause my ole’ lady is perfect. In fact, I’m going to go and show her just how fucking perfect she is.” King pushed past Traeger and a smiling Duke. He snatched the bottle of Maker’s out of Duke’s hand. “You’re on deck tonight. Sober up.” He left without looking back. They were going to need to set a trap for the bastard. But using either of the two women wasn’t happening.

Tiana sat at Curly and Gator’s place, holding their new baby in her lap on the swing. Curly and Gator were in the chairs off to the side, watching. King raised his hand. “How’s it going, brother?” he asked.

Gator got his name because he could be a silent stalker like the Alligator from the Bayou. The man also had massive arms that consisted of muscles upon muscles. The fucker also loved dinosaurs which he and T-Rex bonded over and had a collection of them any kid would envy. “Couldn’t be better, Prez. Charlie’s a good boy. Strong like his mama.”

King laughed at his words. Where Gator was huge, Curly was tiny. “I don’t know how she puts up with a shithead like you, but you better be good to her. That kid’s cute as shit. Thank fuck he looks like his mama.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Gator agreed, looking behind him at Tiana.

“T, did you finish your homework?” he asked Ayesha’s sister. Since they didn’t know where Rico was and his threat was still real, they couldn’t allow her to go to school, so they’d gotten her online classes, which she was happy about. Ayesha had no clue her sister had been unhappy at school. Teenagers could be shits with their bullying ass bullshit. If King had still been in school, he’d beat the living shit out of all the little fuckers. But Ayesha had made him promise he wouldn’t scare the hell out of them, no matter how much he wanted. He was still working on a work-around to that promise.

When he realized the girl hadn’t answered him, he barked the question a little louder.

“Yes, I did. Gah, what do you think I am? An idiot?” She rolled her eyes.

“I say yes since you just spoke to me like that,” King agreed.

There wasn’t much they could do to her short of standing her in a corner for timeout each time she did or said something wrong. Yeah, they needed to get Rico off the streets, stat.

He turned back toward his house. If his steps quickened because he knew Ayesha was there alone, that was between him and his dick.

AYESHA WATCHED KING’Sapproach from the big window. She had already bitten her nails all the way down to the nubs. If she didn’t get into a salon, any fucking salon, soon she’d be biting cuticles. King was amazing. Everything about being with him was nothing short of perfect...except she needed a life outside of here. She felt like a stupid woman. One of the females in her books where they had everything they ever wanted, and of course, they tossed it all away. Only she didn’t want to give King up. She just wanted some of her identity back.

She moved away from the window, returning to the kitchen where she’d already organized his cabinets. Every single one of them. Not a room in his home wasn’t organized and color coordinated. The beep beep sounds the alarm made when a door was opened and shut made her sigh. Her body was so attuned to the daily routine that her nipples hardened. Before this happened, she’d have been at her salon, doing some fabulous hairdo, ordering supplies, and preparing for the next day, rinse, and repeat. She loved it...she really did. Sorta. Okay, if she was honest, she was tired every night. Her back hurt from standing, and her hands from cutting, shaving, washing, and drying. What she really missed was just being able to come and go freely, and that wasn’t anyone’s fault but a crazy bastard who needed to die.

“You look upset, Little Dove.” King walked into the kitchen, not stopping until he was right before her.

There was no sense in denying it. The man could read her like a book. “I wish Rico was dead. Does that make me a bad person?”

King tugged her head back, sending tingles from her scalp to her lady parts. He’d literally reprogrammed her in the short time they’d been together. The man owned her.

“If you didn’t want him dead, I’d think something was wrong with you. Where’s my kiss?”

She smiled. His deep, velvet voice made her wet in ways nothing else before ever did. “Right here.” She stretched up on her toes, kissing his lips, nibbling on his full lower lip with a suck before dropping back onto her feet.

King lifted her onto the counter, his arms boxing her in. “You’re going stir-crazy, aren’t you?”

“A little.” She held her thumb and pointer finger an inch apart.

King pushed them closer together. “I think that’s closer to the truth.” King cupped her chin in his hand, his dominance such a part of him it was natural, forcing her to look at him. “Tell me I own you. This body, your pussy, your orgasms, and your heart.” He held her gaze.

Her breath came out a shaky pant, her lips parted on a whimper of need or agreement, probably both. “Y...yeah,” she tried to say, her mind fogged with need from his words.

Her legs tightened around his hips as he pushed his jeans-covered cock against her. She had on a pair of yoga pants. The brush of fabric hitting her clit with each thrust made her moan. “That wasn’t an answer.” King bent his head, biting Ayesha’s neck.

She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access. “I’m yours, yes,” she gasped.

His mouth closed over the little mark he made, soothing it with his tongue. “Say it again.”

“Yours. I’m yours, but you're mine, too,” she added in the caveat because Ayesha was many things, but a sharer, she wasn’t. They’d agreed to that.

King chuckled. His face was so close to hers that she could pick out the little flecks in his eyes.

“Oh yeah, I’m all yours.” He covered her mouth with his, licking along the roof, stroking her tongue with his.

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