B*stard: Royal B*stards MC (Texas)

by Sapphire Knight

  “Goddamn, your pussy feels good. Not gonna lie, Gem, I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of it or you.”

  “Those words are starting to sound like forever. I thought that sort of thing was supposed to scare bad boys off,” she finishes with a groan as I swivel my hips, raking my groin across her clit.

  “Boys, maybe, but I’m a motherfuckin’ man.”

  “Yes, you are, indeed. A very big, sexy, stubborn man.”

  I trail my tongue down her throat, over her shoulders and the tender, creamy skin of her breasts. “But I’m yours,” I mutter in my pursuit, making her hum in delight.

  She pushes her chest upward, wanting my mouth on her stiff nipples. They’re deliciously marked up from our wild fucking before I took off on the road. I had to leave her something to think of me by, and each time she looked in the mirror, she’d see me all over her body. I’m not usually the chest beating, leashing type of brother when it comes to my woman, but I’ll be damned if I don’t mark her as mine in some sort of way. It’s an honor, after all, to be able to call her all mine.

  “I’m a bastard, baby, that pretty much describes me to a T,” I mutter cockily, making her snicker some more. “Fuck, I love hearing you giggle. Sweetest thing I’ve heard all day.”

  Her hands shove against my chest and I take the hint, rolling us over until she’s on top. I’ve picked up on her sexual habits, and I don’t mind having her rock that perfect ass on me. She rides me, tilting her hips leisurely while staring down at me with lust filled irises. She knows this drives me mad inside with desire for her. She’s the sexiest fucking woman, especially when she’s all prim and properly buttoned up in her casual suit attire. She wears that shit around the club all the time, her skirts and those special shirts you call a blouse. Jesus, she has me lifting her knee length skirts up her thighs and untucking those blouses at least twice a day to attempt to get my fill with her.

  Her hair falls forward, the locks tickling my abs, making them clench up. “You’re so handsome,” she whispers, running her nails over my flexed abs. She twists my nipples, copying my movements, making my eyes roll back.

  “Faster, Gem. Fuck, the pressure is building too much.”

  “Good, I want you to feel the same thing you do to me.”

  “Yeah? I make you wanna combust when I’m driving my fat cock inside you?”

  She nods.

  “Say it. I wanna hear the words leave your proper, pouty little mouth, baby.”

  “Oh,” she moans, her head falling back as she gets closer to her orgasm. The new position pushes her breasts outward again, and I reach up, covering the ample globes with my palms. She’s more than a handful, the perfect amount to slip my dick between and fuck. “I love when your cock’s inside me, Ripper. You make me go wild with wanting to come all over it.”

  “Fuck, yes!” I growl in approval, dropping my hands to her waist to hold her as I drive my hips upward.

  “Oh!” she screams. “Ripper! God!”

  It’s my undoing, and I charge over the ledge of restraint. My cock throbs, my orgasm taking over to drown out my thoughts with a blinding light mixed with intense pleasure. With each powerful pulse of my cock, my cum shoots deep inside her I gave up attempting condoms with her. She was making me come so much that I was breaking right through the fucking things. I took it as a sign that I’m meant to be inside her, meant to fill her with my seed.

  “Goddamn, Alice,” I huskily rasp, reaching up to place my palms on her cheeks. I lean up, pulling her to me so I can kiss her again. “I swear it gets better each time.”

  “I know…I feel it too,” she confirms, eagerly meeting my kiss, mating our tongues. She’s making this so easy and yet so fucking hard for me all at once. I could love this woman—hell, I already do. There’s no denying it. If something were to happen and I lost her, I don’t know what I’d do. Lord knows I’m starting to see that I don’t want to live my life without her in it. Like they say on those jewelry commercials…a diamond is forever, and she’s mine.

  Chapter 15

  “It’s impossible,” said pride. “It’s risky,”

  said experience. “It’s pointless,” said reason.

  “Give it a try,” whispered the heart.

  - Unknown

  “It’s good to have you guys back,” Whiskey rumbles at the table toward Angel and me, and the brothers jump in to agree. He sits back in his chair, rubbing his belly. There’s not much there, but the distinguished fucker acts like he’s a fat bastard or something.

  This is the first full church session that Wrench is sitting in on, and I know he’s going to bring up the idea of Alice’s bodyguard prospecting. I’m not sure what I think of it, to be honest. Richardson’s got a hefty set of nuts for standing up for my woman, especially when it comes to me. If he’s caught some feelings for her, however, I’m not sure I can handle having him in my club and not end up slitting his throat at the first wrong move he makes.

  “Thanks.” I accept Whiskey’s greeting, along with the other brothers. “Let’s also welcome in Wrench. He’s a fully-patched member at our table now. Guess at some point, we need to set up a celebration for the newest Royal Bastard, aye?” The brothers around him pat him on the back and everyone else reaches in to pound his fist. “You earned it, Wrench. You’ve sacrificed for the club, and we’ve come to trust you, to think of you as our brother.”

  “’Preciate that, Prez.” Wrench smirks, pulling his solid black ball cap a bit lower, not used to having everyone’s attention on him at once. He’s got the typical mechanic look. You know the type, tan from working outside on vehicles and always has a bit of grease on him somewhere, especially on his faded jeans. He’s got eyes the color of Jack Daniels with short, inky hair and a light smattering of scruff on his face to match. I’d like to think he fits in pretty well around here and will more so now that he’s got his Royal Bastards and one percenter patches adorning his leather vest.

  “I know you want to bring something to the table.”

  He nods, moving to rest his hands on the solid wood in front of him. He cracks his knuckles, watching me. They’re bloodied up; I’d suspect from him banging them on parts while fixing shit. Lord knows it happens to the best of us.

  It’s been many years since I got patched in, yet I can still remember the feeling of sitting at the table for the first time. It’s a respected and coveted place in the club, and that shit can be intimidating as fuck. Church is sacred, so no one would’ve told a prospect jack about what goes on and what to expect. I’m sure Wrench had his own theories, but who knows if it was anything like this.

  Plague lights up a blunt, inhaling deeply before passing it over to our new brother. He must be able to read the nervousness in the other man like I can. Coming from Plague, that weed will no doubt be laced and fuck the brothers up fairly quickly. Wrench gratefully accepts the Mary Jane, taking a few quick puffs before passing it along to the next brother. I’m sure he wants to hold on to it and smoke it down, but in our club, we share. It’s puff, puff, pass, or else you get a fist to the gut for being a stingy motherfucker.

  “We discuss any of that sort at the end of church,” I inform him, not wanting to leave him hanging out to dry on the way things work around here.

  “Sounds good,” he says. His eyes are already beginning to glaze over with the drug’s effects. We’ll get some business handled, and our new brother will end up stoned out of his mind.

  “First up, our trip was successful. Me and Angel didn’t hit any snags. We were beginning to believe that shit went a little too easily. Something always seems to fuck up, no matter how small it may be.”

  Plague speaks up. “I haven’t heard anything. I’ve kept my eyes and ears to the ground for any suspicious reports since you left to around the time you two were up there. So far, there’s been a police and fire report filed. The paperwork was on a house fire in an uppity neighborhood, and ol’ Senator Compton’s opposition dying a tragic death. They haven’t opened up about much
to the media, but from what I’ve gathered, they have no leads.”

  Blow whoops. “That’s some damn good news! Love easy paydays.” He’s always hyped up from his coke habit, not that I mind. I’m used to it, and as long as he takes care of his club business, then I won’t intervene.

  Angel complains, “Easy for you, maybe. I just had to ride up into the fucking bullshit cold weather. My dick was shriveled up for three motherfuckin’ days.”

  Powerhouse chuckles, amused with Angel’s harping. The brother rarely bitches, so when he does, we tend to take notice. Powerhouse is the only one crazy enough to rip on Angel about it, too, as Angel’s a mean motherfucker. He won’t hesitate to break your nose if you piss him off enough.

  I nod, agreeing with my enforcer. We’re far too used to being spoiled by mild winters and warm springs in Texas that one ride up north, that’s not in the summer, had my asshole clenching too. “He’s not lying, I fuckin’ froze too. No wonder those people up there are so bitter. I’d be pissed off if I had to live in that shit too.”

  The brothers chuckle.

  I pull my phone out, showing the device to everyone. “I’m putting the call through to the senator.” Each member quiets, waiting. I hit Senator Compton’s icon and put the call on speaker for them to hear as well. This is club business, so they have every right to listen in on my call.

  “Senator Compton.” Alice’s crooked father answers immediately. He picks up right away since it’s business, but if I had to guess, he hasn’t taken Alice’s calls since he left. She admitted to me how he’s been manipulating her and that this is one way he likes to try and guilt trip her. I guess he’s done that sorta bullshit in the past with the women in his life. He’s a fucking pussy using manipulation to control them.

  “Royal Bastards here,” I inform him curtly, scowling at my phone, not that he can see me or anything. “Wanted to put in a call and let you know that my promise has been kept.”

  “That’s good news.” The relief in his voice is beyond evident and has me rolling my eyes. He’s a dumbass if he thought I couldn’t pull the hit off. We do that shit any time it’s necessary.

  “For you. Now, where is the club’s good news? When’s Baker getting released?”

  “It’s in progress, I assure you. It may take a few more weeks, but I’m not expecting it to.”

  “For your sake, I sure as fuck hope not.” My brothers grunt and nod their agreements with me. We all want Baker back. He’s family.

  “And my daughter?” he mentions. I can’t help but rumble with a possessive growl at him bringing her up.

  “Is being well taken care of,” I bark impatiently. “Don’t jeopardize it by screwing us over. If you want a health and wellness check on Alice, I suggest you call her yourself. Ask for a goddamn selfie or something.”

  “Noted. Thank you for handling my problem. I’ll have my man Jenkins reach out to you when we have a release date and further details. I’m glad we could form this little relationship. I may need your help in the future.”

  “As long as Alice is here, then I’ll take your calls. You mess with her, and things will change very quickly. She’s the only reason why we have this arrangement, you feel me?”

  He ignores my last statement. “She doesn’t want to come home yet?” the entitled fucker asks, shock coating his words.

  “Nope. In fact, I think she wants to become a Texan. Maybe permanently.”

  He scoffs, but is smart enough to keep his comments to himself. “Business calls, I’ll be in touch soon.”

  I hang up and glance around the table, landing on Angel. “Send a persuasive note informing the good senator that his daughter will only be safe if she remains at the club. I don’t want him to try and pull any sly shit now that he has what he wants. He needs to believe that whoever is after her will only back off if she’s under Royal Bastard’s protection. I want an extra ace up my sleeve in case he decides he wants both of his daughters.”

  I rake my hands through my hair, feeling the semi-stiff texture from my gel and exhale, knowing I just fucked my hairstyle up. My woman was determined to tame it before church and I let her, liking the way her hands felt on me far too much to tell her no. Hell, I would’ve let her do anything as long as she’d kept touching me.

  I continue speaking, reasoning, “Maybe if he believes Alice is in more danger at home, he’ll back the fuck off on making her return. She’s freaked out enough that he’s going to come for her, and I won’t have that shit anymore. He ever shows up unannounced, you shoot first and bury him out past the airport. My woman doesn’t need to have him dragging her down any longer.” And I’m dead fucking serious. I’d do it myself, but I can’t have her hating me for it if she were to ever catch wind of it. It sounds fucked up, but I’ve never been a saint. I’m an outlaw.

  “Consider it done,” Angel concurs without hesitation. “They’ll never know where the letter came from, only that the consequences are severe if not followed to a T. As for the suit, you say the word and it’ll be handled.”

  I nod toward him with gratitude. “Appreciate it.

  Whiskey leans in, and I cast my gaze at our treasurer. “Now that it’s over with and you kept up your side of the bargain to her father, you making Alice your ol’ lady? Officially, I mean?”

  I scrub my hand over my face, then fold my arms over my chest. These are serious conversations we’re having today, and to be honest, I wasn’t expecting to be digging this deep today. I’m caught off guard with it and the table’s calling for my attention, wanting answers I need to give. I stare down at the wood grain, not sure what the right thing to say is. I exhale, blowing out a breath as Blow jumps in to offer his two cents, obviously picking up on my indecision.

  “You made that deal thinking of her, Prez. I’m not getting sappy or anything, for fuck’s sake, but I’ve never seen you this up around a bitch before. I’ve watched you get your cock sucked by countless women, and none of them have had you smiling and parading them around the clubhouse like they’re your queen bee. You damn near growl and rip out anyone’s throat who so much as looks in her direction. Not used to you bein’ such a possessive fucker.”

  “My queen…” I mutter, more to myself than my brothers. “I like that.”

  Powerhouse agrees. “He’s right, Prez. We all like her. She’s a good woman, especially for you and the club. If you want to know what any of us think, to make the decision easier on you, maybe you should ask.” He’s my SAA, the club’s previous enforcer, and he’s consistently honest with me. It’s one of the things I’ve always respected about him—that, and his fierce sense of loyalty to the Royal Bastards. This club is as much of his life, as it is mine.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I want her. Fuck, I want to keep her so badly, I just don’t know if this life would be good for her. It’s easy for me to put my patch on her and stick her on the back of my bike…but is it really fair for her to have to give up everything she knows? We come from two opposite ends of the spectrum, and I won’t lie, I’m falling for her pretty fucking hard and fast. When you care for someone like that, you’re supposed to do what’s best for them, not what you want.” There’re a few grunts of agreement, making me glance around and ask the rest of them, “You’ve got opinions?”

  Whiskey snorts. “You know damn well we do, jackass.”

  “Then give ‘em to me.”

  He begins. “She’s a real sweetheart. She’s genuine and has a good heart. I’m all for you making her permanent around here, but she’s the type of woman that deserves a one-woman man. If you’re willing to give up outside pussy, then stop overthinking it.”

  Angel speaks up next. “I don’t know her, but I want you to be happy. If she makes you that way, then put her on the back of your bike. You’re already trying to make her life easier and shit, thinking of ways to be a better man for her.”

  Wrench goes next. “She’s the only female around this place to ever make me a sandwich and bring it to the garage while I was in there workin
g all day. She thinks of others—not just herself, and around here, that’s a must. She’s already a sister to me.” He shrugs and I can’t help but grin at his description. He’s completely right. Alice is one of the most selfless people I’ve ever met.

  Plague carries on. “I don’t mind her a bit, and she stays out of the way of club shit. She was freaked out by the strippers at first, but she apologized and rolled on. She could treat the other girls around here like shit, being that she’s a lady and all, but she doesn’t. If you’re gonna have a woman, being the prez, she’s the type of bitch you need by your side.”

  Blow finishes up. “I’m with them. You made a serious deal because of her. You took care of that shit yourself, all while checking back on her here to make sure she’s straight. I really don’t see why this is even a discussion for you. We gave you our blessing when we voted on the senator’s deal. We’ve already agreed to protect her. It’s done, as far as I’m concerned.”

  I nod. “You’re my brothers. My family. This isn’t only my club, but all of ours. I respect each of you, that’s why I’ve taken this into consideration so much. Not only that, but I want her to be content too. It’s been fucking my head up, wondering if this is the smartest move. You’re right, though, I love that woman, and it’s past time I let her know as much.”

  My brothers grin and cheer. I only hope that when their time comes around and they fall for a bitch, that I can be just as supportive. Ol’ ladies are sacred to this club. It’s something we agreed on from day one, and it looks like I’ll be the first of us to bring one into the fold. If there’s anyone that can handle the pressure though, it’s Alice. My woman is so fuckin’ strong and smart, she makes me damn proud to have her by my side.