“Seriously!” I give Madison a hard look, but then look over at Royal as he slips his arm around my waist and pulls me against him.
God . . . I love it when he touches me. Probably a lot more than I should.
“How long have you been here?” I ask, while looking him over, suddenly curious as to how long he’s been hanging around.
“Long enough to make sure no assholes bother you while dancing.” He presses his lips to mine again, before pulling away and licking his bottom lip off. “Let’s get out of here. You girls follow us to Savage & Ink.”
Blaine steps up to Madison and picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder with a cocky smirk. “You’re mine tonight, babe. You got a problem with that?”
Madison squeals and grabs onto the back of Blaine’s jacket as he turns a bit to look at the guy Madison was previously dancing with before the show went down. “Definitely not, as long as you’ll be handling me like this. Fuck dancing. Let’s get out of here, Ava.” She glances over to the somewhat scared looking guy. “Sorry, guy. Thanks for the dance.”
Blaine takes off walking toward the door in a hurry and Royal reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me through the crowd behind them.
By the time we make it outside, Blaine has Madison backed up against her car, leaning in close to her neck. They’re talking, but I can’t make out anything that they’re saying.
“You riding with your friend or me?” Royal questions, grabbing my attention.
I turn back to Madison and watch, as she pulls out her keys, ready to unlock her door. “I’ll ride with Madison since she’s not leaving her car here.” I run my hand through my tangled hair, fixing it a bit. “We’ll meet you there.”
Smiling, I back away and walk over to Madison, pulling her away from Blaine’s sexy, dirty ass. “We’ll meet you guys there, Playboy. Just keep it in your damn pants a little longer. Zip it back up.”
“I’ll try my best,” he says while checking out Madison’s ass and then walking over to join Royal by the bikes.
“I guess you got what you wanted. Thanks to those sexy men. You better be sure to thank Royal later.” Madison smiles at me over the top of her car and then opens the door, jumping inside.
“I want to,” I say to myself, while watching Royal watch me. “So damn bad.”
They wait until we’re both in the car safely, before starting their bikes and taking off for us to follow them.
ONCE WE PULL INTO THE back of Savage & Ink, Madison turns off her car and starts checking herself over in the mirror. “I’m so damn sweaty and my hair looks like ass.”
She runs her hands through her hair a few times and then turns to me. “Better?”
“Do you really think Blaine cares what your hair looks like? I’m pretty sure he plans to mess it up later.”
She perks up and watches Royal and Blaine through the window as they park their bikes and start walking our way. “Damn, I hope so. Everything about that boy is ultra-sexy.”
I laugh and reach for my purse, joining her in watching the boys talking while slowly making their way over. “What about Jax?”
“I’m willing to take them both.”
My heart slightly jumps as Royal pulls the door open and reaches for my hand, pulling me out to my feet.
“Thanks.” I give Royal a thankful smile and look over to see Blaine on the other side of the car as Royal shuts the door for me.
“Oh damn,” Madison says, while eyeing Blaine up and down in his leather jacket and ripped jeans, as he guides her out of the car and to the back door. “Sexy as hell, tough as nails, and knows how to open doors for ladies. God, I’ve been missing out on so much for the last twenty-two years.”
“I can make up for it,” Blaine says playfully, while slapping her ass, making her yelp. “Damn you have one fine ass, girl. Stay close to me when we get inside.”
Royal shakes his head at his friend and possessively grabs for my hand, pulling me against him. “Tonight should be pretty calm, but if someone makes you feel uncomfortable, let me know and they’re out. No fucking exceptions. You’re here with me and I take care of you.”
With my heart pounding from his words, I nod my head and walk in front of him as he holds the door open for me to walk in first.
I notice right away that it’s a lot quieter than the last time we were here and I’m hoping that’s a good sign, and that nothing crazy like the last time we were here will go down.
I’ve already seen Royal knock a grown man on his ass tonight and I can’t deny that it oddly turned me on. Something about his demanding and powerful tone sets my whole body ablaze with a need that is impossible for me to snuff out.
With his hand still in mine, Royal walks straight up to the bar and pulls out a stool for me to sit on.
As soon as my ass hits the stool, he places both of his hands around my face and looks me in the eyes. “Stay here while I grab us some drinks.”
He turns to Blaine who has Madison sitting one stool over from me, standing between her legs. “Don’t let anyone even breathe on her. Got it?”
Blaine smirks. “I can handle both girls. No need to worry.”
“Fuck you.” With that, Royal walks away and joins Jax behind the bar.
I see them both talking, but can’t make out anything over the rock music playing softly in the background.
A few minutes later, Royal walks back around to my side of the bar and places two beers down for us, as Jax places a beer down in front of Blaine and a mixed drink for Madison.
Jax smiles at me and runs a hand over his firm chest. “Hey, babe. Sorry about the show the other night.”
I smile back, trying to block out the memory of his firm ass flexing over the table as he pounded roughly into that girl. “Hey, Jax.” I take a sip of my beer, watching him over the top. Yeah, I can’t block it out, so I quickly pull my eyes away. “It was quite a show.”
Royal gives Jax a hard look and pulls my stool closer to him. “Thanks for fucking up my table, asshole. I set some shit on it earlier and one of the legs gave out.”
“Really?” Jax questions with cockiness. He turns to Madison, looking her over as Blaine wraps her legs around his waist. “I like to play hard. Shit gets broken sometimes.”
Madison’s eyes widen and Blaine watches her with a grin as if he’s enjoying her reaction.
“When the fuck did Matthew get here?” Jax suddenly grinds out. “He’s with his boy again.”
Royal turns behind him, setting his sights on some rough, dirty guy that is here with some boy that looks to be in his teens. He looks like he’s been drinking since the ass crack of dawn, and is pushing the teenage boy around, yelling at him as they play pool.
“That fucking piece of shit!” Royal suddenly shoots straight up to his feet. “Stay here.” He punches Blaine’s shoulder to get his attention. “Let’s go.”
Blaine finally looks over to see what Royal is so pissed about. “Well he fucked up now. Damn idiot.” He pushes away from Madison and follows Royal over to the pool table.
Looking harder to see what’s going on, I notice that the kid has a black eye and what looks to be some bruises on his arm, so I quickly jump to my feet, ignoring Royal’s demand to stay seated. “What the hell.”
Royal shoves the father into the wall, before grabbing the boy’s face and looking him over.
His eyes go so fucking dark that my heart stops beating. I’ve never seen Royal look so pissed before and I know that something is about to go down.
“Blaine . . . take the kid for a minute.”
I quickly rush over and grab the boy’s hand. “I got him.”
Royal’s nostrils flare in anger as he looks me over, realizing that I disobeyed him, but he quickly turns his anger to the drunken guy as I hurriedly pull the kid away and start walking back over to the bar where Jax is.
Turning the stool away from the scene, I help the kid take a seat and ask Jax to get him a soda. “How old are you, kid?” I ask with a slight smile to c
omfort him.
The kid refuses to look me in the eye as he answers. “Fourteen.”
“Is he okay,” Madison questions over my shoulder.
I glance up when I hear a loud noise, to see that Royal has the guy across the top of the pool table and is repeatedly punching him, while screaming threats in his face.
The kid tries looking, but I grab his chin like Royal always does to me to stop him.
“Is he hurting my dad?”
I swallow, not knowing how to answer that.
“He deserves it,” the kid says. “I don’t like it when he hurts me, but I’m not big enough to stop him.”
My hearts aches from the sadness in his voice, and suddenly I want to hurt his father myself.
“What’s your name, kid?” I question softly.
“Ian Bradley,” he answers. “Is that guy going to make him stop hurting me?”
“Yes,” I answer without thinking. I have a feeling that after Royal is done with him, that fucker will be too sore to do anything for a while. “He’ll do everything he can to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” I run my thumb over his bruised eye. “Stay here.”
Storming my way over to the pool table, I stop dead in my tracks when Royal pulls out a gun and shoves it in the guy’s mouth.
The guy starts mumbling and trying to pull away, but Blaine grabs the back of his head and holds it still.
“You like the way my gun fucking tastes, you piece of shit?”
The guy shakes his head in a panic.
“No! No, motherfucker!” Royal shoves the gun deeper into his mouth and pulls back the hammer, making him squirm and drool as he struggles to get away. “Touch your kid again, and next time you’ll be tasting my fucking bullet.”
Blaine slaps the back of the guy’s head as he starts mumbling something over and over again. “I can’t fucking hear you,” he says in his ear. “Gonna have to talk louder.”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles louder so we can all hear this time. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Remember that shit,” Royal barks. “Be expecting visits from me for a while.”
He pulls his gun out of the guy’s mouth and leans his head back in frustration as he notices me watching him.
His eyes stay on me for a few seconds as if he’s trying to read me, before he turns to Blaine. “Make sure the kid can remember my number by heart. Don’t let them leave until he can repeat it back on his own.”
“Fucking done,” Blaine says with a nod. He grabs the douche bag by the back of the hair and pulls him up to his feet. “Go wait outside until we send your boy out.”
He nods his head, while fighting to catch his breath. “I’ll do that and I won’t touch him again. Shit, I promise. I mean it. I won’t . . .”
Royal gives him a look that sends him rushing out the door. After the door closes behind him, Royal opens his jacket and puts his gun away, while locking his eyes with mine.
He looks worried, as if he’s just done something in front of me that he regrets.
“Go with the boys.” He runs both of his hands through his hair, tugging in frustration as he breaks eye contact. “I need a bit.”
He doesn’t wait for my response, before turning away and walking into a room, slamming the door behind him.
By the time I walk back over to Madison and the guys, Blaine is walking Ian away from the bar and outside to send him off with his loser father.
So many emotions are running through my head that I have no idea what to do or think.
Madison seems just as stunned into silence as I am.
The weirdest part is that I feel like what he did was a good thing. He cares about the boy’s safety and that only tells me that his heart is still there somewhere.
It may be broken and in pain, shattered from loss and hurt, but it’s very well there and in the right place. I just hope I can find it before it’s too late.
I have no idea what this man is doing to me, but I’m afraid for it to stop . . .
“FUUUUCK!”
Screaming out in frustration and complete hatred, I grab my desk and flip it over, before kicking my chair against the wall, leaving a dent.
I’m so fucking heated and disgusted that I can barely breathe right now from the anger that is running through my veins.
I never meant for her to see me threaten a man’s fucking life, but when I saw the kid all bruised up and beaten, my head filled with rage and I lost it. It’s not the first time I’ve seen it either.
It’s fuckers like that abusive piece of shit out there that provoke me and eat at me, creating the dirt that I’ve become.
Pressing my hands against the wall, I hang my head low and take a few long, deep breaths, before I end up going back out there and pulling the fucking trigger.
There’s too much darkness inside my head to stop it if I get one more look at the kid.
Standing here, my whole body stiffens when I hear the door open and see the light spill into the small room, but I’m too tense to pull my eyes away from the wall, so I just close my eyes to the sound of her heels echoing throughout the room.
I tilt my head back and suck in a deep breath, when I feel a set of dainty arms wrap around my waist and hear the sound of her soft breathing as she rests her head against my back to comfort me.
We stay like this for a few minutes, before she slides around my body and into the space between the wall and me.
Avalon’s eyes are deep as she takes me in.
Her hands run up my body, opening my jacket to expose my gun. She runs the tips of her fingers over it, while looking me in the eyes.
“You helped that kid tonight, Royal.” She grabs my face, pulling it closer to hers as I stiffen. “Someone needed to protect him. He had a lot of bruises.”
“I wanted to kill him,” I admit. “I almost did.”
Giving me a pained look, she grabs the back of my neck and brushes her lips over mine, calming me. “But you didn’t. Instead, you gave him a reason to fear hurting his son again. That’s probably the best thing anyone has done for that kid.”
Fuck me . . . this woman.
Closing the distance between us, I tangle a hand into her long hair, crushing my lips to hers.
Feeling the tenderness of her sweet mouth against mine brings me back to sanity, making it easier to see clearly and let go of some of the anger that’s burning inside of me right now.
She does shit to me. She makes me feel less like a monster and more like the man I once was; the man I wish I could be.
“Fuck,” I whisper against her mouth, while pulling her hair back and tasting her sweet breath against my lips. “I need you . . .”
With strength, I flip her around, pressing her body against the wall. She moans out in surprise and places her hands against the wall for support.
Wrapping one hand around her tiny throat, I yank her dress up and pull her panties down below her ass with the other, before undoing my pants and reaching inside to pull my hard cock out.
Her breathing picks up and she cusses under her breath, as I rub the length of my erection across her ass, before reaching in my pocket for a condom.
I hold my cock against her ass; working her up as I stroke it a few times, before ripping the wrapper open with my teeth and rolling the condom over my length.
Gripping her waist, I brush the head of my cock over her slick pussy, teasing her and making her whimper, before entering her in one deep thrust.
“Ah . . . fuck . . . fuck . . .” she screams against my arm, before biting it. “Holy shit . . . that hurt.”
I yank her neck to the side and graze it with my teeth, while repeatedly pulling out and thrusting back into her, making her move up the wall and bite me harder with each hard thrust.
“Harder,” I demand, causing her teeth to dig into my arm. “Hurt me as much as it hurts you to have me inside you.”
“I can’t,” she says, while fighting to catch her breath. “Nothing can compare to what it feels like to have y
ou inside me, Royal. It hurts more than you know.” She leans her head back and moans as I push in deeper and stop. “But I want to feel you so badly,” she whispers.
Her words cause me to yank her head to the side and suck her bottom lip into my mouth, while fucking her hard and fast; so fucking hard that all you can hear are the sounds of her screams, mixed with our sweaty bodies furiously slapping together.
I’m so fucking close to losing it, her cries of pleasure only bringing me closer to the edge.
Grabbing her tightly, I hold her up as her pussy clenches hard around my dick, causing my own orgasm to fill her throbbing pussy as I push in as deep as her body will allow.
Our ragged breathing mixes together as I swallow her moans and claim her mouth as mine, just wanting another moment to feel her again.
In this moment all I feel is her in my arms and taste the sweetness of her mouth against mine.
The darkness around me slowly fades and a new fear takes over as I realize that she’s my calm after the storm. She’s like a poison to my heart, slowly leaking her way inside and killing me in the worst way possible. She’s the salvation that I seek but know that I can’t keep forever, and that’s what scares me.
Closing my eyes, I lean my head back and wipe the sweat out of my eyes, before leaning in close to her ear, breathing heavily. “Come home with me tonight.”
Without hesitating, she nods her head and whispers, “Yes. I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”
Slowly pulling out of her sensitive pussy, I moan out and grip my dick, pulling the condom off and tossing it into the trash while keeping my free hand on the back of her neck.
I look her beautiful slick body over, before bending down and pulling her panties back up while running my lips along her slender legs on the way up.
Her body shudders from the feel of my beard against her flesh, and her head tilts back as she bites her lip. “Your mouth hurts in the best way possible,” she breathes as I pull her dress down to cover her ass.
“Come here.”
Turning her around, I pull her into my arms and gently kiss her mouth, showing her just a sliver of the gentleman that I used to be.
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