Page 37 of Royal's Reign
“I need a fucking shower,” I tell myself. A smile cracks my face, a deep rumble of a laugh bursts from my mouth, and I quickly hold a hand to temple to try to curb the hammering when our conversation about talking to oneself comes flooding back. “Crazy fucker,” I chuckle, stepping into the shower, turning the temperature cold and the faucet on full.
Half an hour later, dressed, clearer headed, thanks to the couple of Tylenol that I found in my jeans pocket, a quick jerk off and I’m checking out, with a plan to take a quick stop at a local diner for breakfast, then back to the clubhouse. When it comes down to it, Gio is family, and so are the Saint’s and as long as Royal’s serious about my sister, then I’m just going to have to suck it up and take it for what it is.
When all’s said and done, I know Royal. My sister is no longer a child, so if she’s going to be involved with a man, then there are a lot of less desirablefuckers out there that she could get involved with. Caal for example. When it comes to it, if it’s a question of loyalty, respect and honor, there’s no better man than my best friend.
Chapter
Sixteen
Giorgia
“He’s really mad, isn’t he?” I ask Noah, running my fingertips lightly over his bottom lip, the lip that I’d just taken a bite out of while riding him hard.
“You know your brother; he’ll get liquored up, be AWOL for a few days, and then he’ll show up with a face like thunder. It might take a while, but he’ll come to terms with it; he’s got no option.”
“Come to terms with what exactly?” I ask coyly. His gentle lovemaking this morning when we’d woken in each other’s arms had said it all. The way he’d touched, kissed and teased every inch of my body so softly, like I might break. The hesitancy until I’d begged for more had been blatantly clear. He wanted me; more than that,he craved me. It wasn’t until I’d taken the lead, moved to straddle him and taken his hard cock inside me, had he let loose, giving me exactly what I needed. Hard, fast fucking. Reality of the here and now decimating the horrid memory and thoughts of what could have been. Boxed, sealed and put away into the black hole in my mind as an unrequired memory.
“That you’re mine,” he pulls me to him, lips crashing against mine. “Be my Old Lady?” he pleads against my lips. “Whatever the consequences, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks, I need you to be mine.”
“What?” I spurt out, pushing back, putting some space between us. “Isn’t this all a bit too soon? I…”
“No, it’s not. It might seem it to you, but fuck, Gio, you’ve been living in my head, against my better judgment, since I took you home drunk that night, three years ago. Damn. The inappropriate thoughts I’ve had about you. Dreams? You've been the main attraction for so long. So, no, Gio, this isn’t too soon. In fact, I should have fessed up to Grinder weeks ago, made it clear that I’m in love with you.”
“You love me?” I grin coyly at him. My heart soared high at his revelation.
“Yes, Giorgia Alessia Moore, I fucking love you.”
“Noah, I love you too, but…” I hesitate, words running through my head. Questions that if I ask, I might not like the answer to. As if reading my mind, he takes my hands and brings them to his chest.
“What is it that you need to know?”
“Becoming your Old Lady, what does that actually mean? Do you still… will you still… you know, fuck the club whores?” I cringe at the pathetic way I’ve voiced my concerns. Usually, I would just come out and ask, but what I get in response could shatter my heart. “Will that make me your… mistress?”
“You’d be my wife.” He lays my hand over his heart. “No other women, no deceit. Hell, we’ll even go down to the courthouse and make it legal. I. Want. You. I want everything with you.”
He waits for my response, but to be honest, I’m still reeling from the fact that he’s coming back with the correct answers. “I’m not going to lie to you Gio, you’ve seen over the past weeks what goes on around here, what we can be involved in, especially today.”
“Yes, but that was because of me.”
“But the likes of that are nothing new to us. Club life is not the easiest, but what we do have is something special. We love, respect and protect our family to the grave. There’ll be things that I’ll not be able to share with you, but that won’t be to deceive you; it will be to protect you. One thing I can guarantee is that I love you with everything I have, and a life without you would be dark and meaningless. Please be mine.”
“Yes,” I lean forward and whisper against his lips. “Yes, yes, yes.” I said a little louder. “YES!” I scream at the top of my lungs. “I’m yours.”
We kiss like we’re each other’s air, arms and legs tangled, our bodies skin on skin, but we’re soonblasted out of our moment of euphoric bliss with a loud, determined hammering at the apartment door.
Royal
“Stay here.” I swing my legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll take care of it.”
My heart is full. Adrenaline on high, because Gio is mine. But, fuck-it, why do I have the feeling that this is not going to go to plan? That something or someone is going to burst in and burst the bubble. I grab my jeans from where I’d left them, pulling them on as I leave the bedroom and make my way across the room to the door. Another heavy thwack hits the hardwood as I reach for the handle. Before I even open the door, I know who’s standing behind it.
“Grinder,” I use my body to block his chances of moving inside. Gio is just feet away, and there’s no way I'm going to allow him into our space if he’s still raging.
“Royal,” he replies calmer than I expected. “I need to speak to you. Both of you.”
So, he knows she’s here.
“A conversation is needed, but if I let you in, can you assure me that you’ll keep your head?” Grinder might still want to follow through with his threat of violence to me. I’m not likely to stand there and take it. The last thing I want is for Gio to see us going at each other. “Gio’s seen enough violence, don’t you think?”
