Page 1 of Royal's Reign
Prologue
Three years ago
Royal
Crazy has hit the clubhouse as we party hard, celebrating my best friend and club brother, Grinder, hitting the big three-O. Although, we had known each other for years, we’d not always been buddies. It wasn’t until my older brother, by three years, who had been friends with Grinder since kindergarten, died in a freak surfing accident that, in grief, we had found a bond so strong that it had taken us both by surprise. Since then, Grinder has been an integral and important part of my life. So much so that when I convinced my uncle, thepresident of the local motorcycle club, to let me prospect, Grinder was right there with me.
Life was good, and the pussy, liqueur and recreational drugs were plentiful as we partied hard. Boulder and Banshee are over by the pool table, tag teaming a blonde chick that I’ve not seen hanging around here before. She has never-ending legs; that’s handy by the way Boulder has her positioned over the corner of the table as he rams his cock into her. Her skirt hitched up to her waist, giving everyone a perfect view of her ass cheeks, which shimmy with every deep thrust. Banshee, having pulled down the front of her top, is juggling her now freed tits in the palms of his hands like he’s practising to join the circus.
I sit back watching them, a bottle of beer in one hand, a cigar in the other, and a redhead in my lap sucking my cock. Her mouth is wet, warm, and the way her tongue twirls around my shaft is nice, but tonight, it ain’t cutting it.
Hammer drops onto the couch beside me; Poppy instantly crawls into his lap. Cherry, the redhead who’s unsuccessfully trying to get me off, looks up as if sensing her twins’ arrival. She smiles around my dick at the sight of her, the connection between the two of them undeniable.
“Cherry, sweet cheeks,” I fist a handful of her flaming hair, pulling her off my dick. “Why don’t you get up here and join your sister in giving Hammer a good time?”
“Aren’t I making you feel good, Royal?” Her eyes pop wide, and she pouts her lips.
“Sugar, it ain’t you. Tonight, I’m more interested in getting shit-faced.” I hold my hand out to her, and when she takes it. I help her onto her feet.
“Are you sure, Royal?” she checks, but I don’t miss the glint in her eye at the prospect of joining in on the heavy petting session that’s going on right beside me.
“Here, have my seat,” I say, standing up and letting her take my place. “Have fun.”
I turn and make my way over to the bar, where birthday boy, Grinder, is sandwiched between two of our club whores, Clara and Bunny. A quick glance back and I see Cherry is already sucking mouth with her sister, Hammer’s hand submerged between her legs, Poppy’s gyrating on his dick. This sister thing for me is a bit of a turnoff, and how far they actually go with one another, fuck knows, but I guess that’s their business.
“Royal, my man,” Grinder greets me loudly when he notices my arrival. “This is the best fucking birthday party ever.” He flashed me a goofy grin and then stuck his face into the valley of Bunny’s fake tits.
“Well, make the most of it because damn, next year your old bones won’t have the stamina to take on two chicks at a time.” I tease.
“Fuck you,” he grits back. “You’re not that far behind me, brother, so…” he stops mid-sentence, his eyes focusing on someone over my shoulder. “What the fuck is she doing here? She should be in Cali.” Roughly, he pushes the two girls away from him as he straightens up off the barstool and takes off.
I turn to find out what it is that’s got him all fired up.
At first, I don’t recognize her, but as I follow Grinder, getting closer to the three chicks that have just walked into the clubhouse with Quarter and Forger, it hits me.
Gone are the childlike features and pimple-peppered skin, shapeless body and awkwardness, only to be replaced with a smooth, glowing complexion, hourglass curves and an air of confidence. If it hadn’t been for the warmth that seemed to radiate from her amber-colored eyes, I might not have realized it was her.
Grinder’s little sister, Gio.
It must be seven or eight years since I’ve last seen Giorgia Moore, she would’ve been around twelve at the time as she’d waved goodbye from the back seat of Grinder’s parents’ minivan as they left Tampa. They’d re-located to Jacksonville after Howie, their dad, having been out of work for six months, landed a new opportunity on the west coast. The fact that Grinder had refused to go with the family had caused a bit of a rift between father and son, so Gio turning up this way was a shock to both of us. Not to mention how grown-up and fucking hot she looks.
Her face is alight as she giggles with her friends, arms linked as the three of them almost dance into the room. The positive, fun energy that rolls off her iscontagious, but when she spots her brother barrelling towards her, instantly the smile on her face becomes unconvincing. She straightens her back, chest out, and my gaze goes immediately to her pert tits, as she readies herself for his onslaught. Her guard is up, and she tightens her hold on her girlfriend. Like they’re going to save her from the wrath of her brother.
“Fuck no.” Grinder steps right up in front of her. “Turn your ass around and get the fuck out of here.”
“Nice to see you too, Garth,” Giorgia snickers back at him. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s my friend Ambrey’s birthday. We’re here to have some drinks, dance and have fun, is all.”
“Like hell you are. If you want to party, then go hit up one of the clubs in the city. Come to think of it, you’re not yet old enough to legally drink, so go the fuck home.” He catches hold of her upper arm, tugging her free of her friends. The two chicks have no option but to release her and, to be honest, they look shit scared, making me think that none of them had a clue what they were walking into.
“Get off of me…” She grumbles, trying to shake loose. “Oh, Noah, is that you? Wow, it’s been a while.”
“Hi Gio,” I manage to get out before Grinder turns Giorgia back towards the door they came in. Suddenly, he changes direction. Usually, I have a good idea about what’s going on in his head. Damn, we’ve spent so much time together that we can almost finish each other’s sentences, but right now, I’m wondering what the fuck is going on in his head.
“In fact, before I turf you out of here…” Walking them both into the center of the room, although the commotion has already gained a fair amount of attention, he sticks two fingers between his lips and lets out a high-pitch whistle. It does the trick. All eyes are on him and Gio.
“Take a good look, brothers,” he shouts loudly enough so that everyone can hear him above the noise of the music.
“Jeez, can’t help but look,” Banshee hollers back as he licks his lips. “She’s a mighty fine piece of pus...”
