Royal Blood Complete Series Box Set

by August Davies

  “Wait a second.” David sat down at the bar stool next to the island and I joined him on the opposite side. There was an canyon of white quartz between us. “You were put in prison for attempted murder. They couldn't let you out because of overcrowding.”

  Why was he making this so hard? I was back. That's all that should matter. “I was put in prison for a crime I didn't commit. The county knew they fucked up and instead of publicly acknowledging it, they gave a bullshit reason.”

  David put his head in his hands. “Sorry this is all so much to take in. I didn't think I'd ever see you again.”

  “Why didn't you visit me?” The question slipped out of my mouth. I wrote to him almost everyday in jail but never got a response.

  David looked away. “I couldn't, Harley. It would've been too hard.”

  “Then why didn't you at least respond to my letters?”

  “Letters?” David raised his head with wide eyes. “What letters? I didn't receive anything.” He looked around the kitchen like the letters would just be sitting around.

  “I didn't know you moved into this expensive apartment. I sent the letters to your father's house.”

  “I never knew...”

  “It was your damn father,” I said so loud that the windows could have shattered.

  David put his hands up in defense. “Please, don't bring him into this. Whatever he did, he was thinking of the best for me.”

  “And that brings us back to that classic argument we could never get over when we were together. Can't you see your father for who he really is?”

  David stood up and walked to the window overlooking the town, Saint Marks. “I don't want to argue about him anymore.”

  I came up behind him and slipped my arms around his waist. David felt so warm against me. Prison would have been so much easier if I could've seen his face just once. “I want things to go back to the way they were,” I whispered in his ear.

  “I don't think they can,” he replied.

  His words were like a shiv in my back but they wouldn't stop me. Nothing would. The whiff of his cologne brought me back to old times. Sitting by the fire, naked, bodies slick with sweat from making love. Talking about the meaning of life until dawn. Those were the memories that stuck with me through all those dark days.

  I turned David toward me so he could see my eyes—see how much he affected me. “The only thing that got me through prison was you. I don't know how else to say it, David. You're mine and you always will be.”

  “Please Harley. We can't do this.” David tried to escape out of my arms but I wouldn't let him.

  There was only one way to make him remember.

  I forced my lips on him. Adrenaline surged through my veins. My grip on David tightened. The sweet taste of his tongue was something that I'd forgotten. It had been too long since I'd been with a man. My cock throbbed in my pants. If I didn't take him right now, I'd explode. David struggled for just a moment before surrendering in my arms.

  He was mine again.

  Chapter Two

  David

  My head was a tornado of emotions. I never thought I'd see Harley again. Even after four years I still wasn't over him. He was the reason why I skipped out on so many nights out with Lily. I could never find a man that could match him.

  Harley sat across from me in the kitchen and I couldn't find a way to tell him. But he had to know—had to know that we were over. Every time my mouth opened, I couldn't make out the words. He was so happy to see me and I didn't want to break his heart.

  I looked out the window at Saint Marks. The sun was setting and the lampposts along main street were lighting up. There had to be an answer to my problem. Couldn't somebody tell me what to do? If my father was here he'd know.

  But when Harley put his hands around me, all those old feelings came rushing back. Then I knew what to do. Harley was my first love. He was the only man I'd ever been with. Only man I ever wanted to be with.

  Harley kissed me hard on the lips. My initial reaction was to push him away. But his grasp on me was strong—always was. I melted in his grip and accepted his kiss. Nothing could stop it now.

  Harley grabbed my arm. “Where's the bedroom?” His voice was low and guttural. He led me down the hallway and to the last door on the right. Harley gently laid me down on the king-sized bed with a white comforter.

  Somewhere in the back of my head, my subconscious was screaming at me to run away. We were supposed to be broken up. But the love of my life was back...

  Harley lifted his tight white shirt over his head and exposed that ripped body. He was more chiseled since the last time I saw him, more definition in his chest and abs. More tattoos too. A lot more tattoos. His skin was completely covered in ink.

  I couldn't help but attack his blue jeans. I fumbled around with his belt and snaked it out of the loops. Harley unzipped and dropped his pants to the ground. His length was pinned beneath his gray boxer briefs, just waiting to be unleashed. The desire ran deep down in my core. Harley pushed me back down on the bed before I could rip off those boxers.

  “I've thought about this moment for four years,” Harley said softly, running his finger down my neck. I suddenly felt self-conscious about my outfit. I was wearing a paint-stained apron that couldn't be any less attractive. But for some reason, to Harley, it was.

  “It's not a dream anymore. This is real.” I undid the tie around my back and threw my apron across the room.

  Harley wouldn't let me touch the rest of my clothes. His rough hands did the rest, tearing my little blue t-shirt over my head, pulling my jeans, both legs off at the same time. I lay on the bed wearing white panties boxers. Again, not the sexiest but you wouldn't be able to tell by the hunger in Harley's eyes. My flesh was his to devour.

  Harley nibbled at the crook of my neck and worked his way down. It tickled at first, goosebumps forming on my arms. I had forgotten how passionate he could be.

  “Did you miss me?” Harley asked, pressing my finger into his mouth.

  He chewed on me softly until I cried out, “Yes, I missed you.”

  Harley slipped both hands into the waistband of my white boxers. His arms flexed, pulling the fabric until it tore apart. He swept the shreds of my underwear to the side.

  Harley pulled down his boxers until his hard cock bounced out. My breathing quickened and a spike of ecstasy flowed through me. I never wanted him more than I did in that moment. Our entire past between us floated away. All that mattered was this moment.

  “Take me now, Harley. I need you.”

  Harley gave me a devious smile. “Patience, baby.”

  Patience wasn't my best virtue but when Harley slapped my ass, I instantly shut up. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure. Harley gripped my shaft and rubbed my pre-come off the tip with his thumb, bringing me so close to the edge.

  This was what I had been missing for four years. I'd barely gotten by from touching myself in the shower. But nothing could compare to Harley's touch.

  I opened my eyes to discover Harley sucking on the fingers he used to touch me. “You always tasted like Heaven, David.”

  The pressure was building. If Harley didn't release it, I'd have to do it myself. “Harley, please...”

  I didn't have to say another word. Harley knew it was time. He bent me over and plunged into me. My tight ass stretched until his entire cock filled me up. I detonated around him quivering and shaking, Harley thrusting in and out of me.

  The room spun around and eventually my vision came back to me. That orgasm was like a punch to the face. Was this what sex with Harley was like? It had been so long ago that I almost forgot.

  My first time was a very different experience. Harley and I held off for a month but we couldn't wait any longer. We did it in the back of my old cramped VW Beetle. I loved him so much. Harley was gentle, not wanting to break me. That was real love making.

  Not like this time. Harley wanted to fuck me hard and I needed him to.

  “You're so tigh
t, David.” Harley gripped onto my hips and used them as leverage to fuck me even deeper. He raked his fingernails down my back.

  “Don't stop!” I ordered him.

  Every thrust into me sent my body into overdrive. I wanted to stay here on this bed forever with Harley.

  “Come for me one more time, baby. Come with me.”

  Harley's words finished me off. My skin shattered into a million pieces as I came around his thickness. I couldn't stop shaking from the extreme orgasm. Everything became one when I felt Harley flood me with his seed. Our screams and moans awakened the entire apartment building.

  Harley stayed inside me until his penis became flaccid. I never wanted him to leave. The feeling of being with him was like no other. “I missed that so much,” Harley said.

  “Me too,” I replied. Harley collapsed next to me and held me in his arms. I never felt so safe before. Everything was how it should be. But that voice in the back of my head was still yelling at me. I'd have to confront the problem eventually.

  But all I wanted to do right now was fall asleep in Harley's arms and never worry about anything ever again.

  Harley

  The sex was how I always dreamed it would be—my cock sinking into David over and over again. David moaning my name as he came around me. My engorged manliness unloading inside him. Life never tasted so sweet.

  David ran his fingertips along my skin. The sensation was so calming. His fingers found the scars on my sides and he hesitated. “When did you get these?”

  “First few days of prison.”

  It was a hellish time of my life. The Reavers MC didn't have very many allies and that meant no help. I knew prison was going to be hard. And the first day I realized how hard.

  The 809 MC had a lot of members in prison. I knew payback was inevitable. I always thought it would happen in the shower. At least that's how the movies always portrayed it. But it happened in the weight room. I was trying to keep a low profile and just work on my bench presses.

  That's when three black guys from the 809 held me down and slid two shanks up my sides. The amount of blood that poured out of me was unimaginable. I should have died on that bench but the doctor was able to keep me alive.

  After that, the 809s left me alone. I'd suffered enough in their eyes. If I had the power of the Reavers behind me, I'd have taken out every last one of those motherfuckers. But not knowing how long I'd be in prison, I knew the more enemies I made, the sooner my life would end.

  “How did it happen?” he asked. The details were too gruesome for David. He didn't have to hear it all.

  “Retaliation.”

  His lips pressed against my scars and made everything all right. It was almost worth getting stabbed just so I could feel his mouth against my skin again.

  “You have a lot more tattoos since the last time I saw you. What does the hand of playing cards mean?” David pointed to the ink on my chest.

  “One of the prizes of winning a poker game. Money doesn't mean much in prison. ”

  David nodded like he knew what I meant. But he'd never grasp the darkness of prison. And I had to keep that away from him.

  Everything was how it should be with David naked and back in my arms. His chest was pressed against my side and I could feel his heartbeat. It was strong and confident. But David was different somehow. He wasn't being his true self. I'd known him for a long time and could tell when David was hiding something from me.

  “What are you not telling me, David?”

  David raised his head from my chest and glanced at me. His blue eyes sparkled. “What do you mean?”

  “Don't play fucking games with me. What's on your mind?”

  He ran his fingers through my hair. “Can't we just enjoy the moment, Harley?”

  My eyes bore holes into his soul, forcing David to give up his secrets.

  David sighed. “You always were a mood killer.” He got out of bed and collected his clothes from the ground. His boxers were destroyed so he went to a drawer and pulled out a fresh pair. David was pissed at me and I didn't know why.

  I lay in bed and watched him get dressed. His body was so fucking fantastic. The curves of his biceps. I couldn't help but be mesmerized.

  “We were broken up, Harley,” David stated, biting his lip to hold back tears.

  I sat up, my hands clenching into fists. “What the fuck are you talking about, David?”

  “That's the reason I never visited you in prison. It's the reason I never went to your trial. Once you were arrested, my father explained that I was never going to see you again. That I needed to move on and forget.”

  “It was your fucking father again!” My voice was raised and I couldn't help it.

  “No, Harley. It wasn't his fault. It was yours. You were the one who got arrested and went to prison. If it's anyones fault, it's yours.”

  His words dug a knife deep into my back. “You believe I did it. You believe I tried to kill that member of the 809.”

  David looked at the floor and didn't say a word. He twisted the knife around causing blinding pain. The only man I'd ever loved betrayed me.

  “What was I supposed to think, Harley? You were in a motorcycle club. It wasn't a big stretch of the imagination to think that you tried to kill a man.”

  “But if you had just come to see me. I could have explained everything.”

  “I'm sorry, Harley. But we can't change the past.”

  The sudden realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My blood curdled and nausea set in. “Have you been with another man?” The thought of David being with someone else made me want to vomit. If I ever got my hands on him, I'd wring the life from his body.

  He shook his head and a wave of relief washed over me. “I tried to date other guys but it didn't work out.”

  “And what about the sex we just had? Did that mean nothing to you?”

  David couldn't even face me anymore. “Momentary weakness,” he replied.

  “You got to be fucking kidding me! You're telling me what we just had was a lapse of judgment?”

  David finally looked up at me with tears rolling down his cheeks. “I never wanted to hurt you Harley. I never thought I'd see you again. When you showed up at my door, I forgot about everything.”

  I got out of bed and walked over to David. “You can't mean this.”

  “I was finally getting over you, Harley. Then you just waltzed right back into my life. I can't deal with all this right now.”

  “Not everything is about you, David. I was in fucking prison for four years. For a crime I didn't commit. I thought about you every damn day. I thought you'd be waiting for me when I got out.”

  “I'm sorry, Harley. I really am.”

  The door to the bedroom swung open and in came Lily, David's best friend. She got a good look at my naked flesh and turned red instantly. She covered her eyes and turned away. “Holy shit, David. I thought something happened to you. I didn't know you had a guy over.”

  “What are you doing here, Lily?”

  I threw on my jeans and t-shirt. The conversation between David and I was over.

  Lily kept her eyes closed. “I thought something bad happened. You went to answer the door and then the line went dead.” She peeked through her fingers and finally realized. “What the fuck! Harley! What the fuck are you doing out of jail?” Lily reached for her phone. No doubt to call the police because she assumed I escaped.

  “Lily! Hold on,” David yelled. “Harley was released from jail. You don't need to call anyone.”

  “I was just leaving anyways.” I walked past David without looking at him. Lily blocked the door and made me squeeze by.

  My legs were weak as I walked down the hallway and to the front door. I could hear Lily and David whispering to each other in the bedroom. Was that really how it was going to end between David and I? That couldn't be the last time we spoke to each other.

  I left his apartment, choking back the tears. I wouldn't cry over him. I went through worse in priso
n. I'd get by fine without him. It was time to see what the Reavers MC had been up to.

  Chapter Three

  David

  “What the fuck, David!” Lily shoved me against the wall. “Harley is out of prison for five minutes and you couldn't keep him out of your bed?”

  I was still broken down after the argument with Harley. Could it really be over between us? The sex was so damn good and something I'd been craving for years. Was I right to tell him we'd been broken up?