by Sweet, Izzy
A deep, rumbling growl pours out of his chest as he looks back at me. “If Levi wasn’t around, I wouldn’t let you wear anything at all.”
Tipping my head back, I laugh, then turn my attention back to what he gave me. Picking up the shirt folded on the top, I shake it out to see that it’s a black tank top with the Royal Bastards logo printed in white on the front.
Ah, so that’s why it matters tonight…
Yesterday, Coy gave me the heads up that the club is throwing a party for me at the clubhouse tonight. I didn’t understand why they’d throw a party for me at first until he explained that being with him means I’m also a part of the Royal Bastards now.
I still don’t know how I feel about being a part of a biker club. I mean, I literally just escaped the fucking Russian mafia… But I’m forcing myself to swallow down my reservations for him. He’s built his entire life around this club, and I know that besides Levi and me, it’s the most important thing to him.
It’s still weird as hell though.
Setting the tank top off to the side, I pick up the next two items and sigh.
“Really, Coy?” I ask as I turn around enough to show him the black lacy bra and thong he wants me to wear. “You even picked out my underwear for me?”
“You don’t have to wear those if you don’t want to,” he smirks back at me, dark eyes gleaming.
I make a disgusted sound in my throat, knowing exactly what he’s implying, and set the bra and thong on top of the tank top. The next item is a pair of thick black socks that get quickly tossed on top of the thong.
“Is any of this even going to fit?” I ask as I grab the last item, a pair of blue jeans, and snap them out.
“Why wouldn’t it? I checked the sizes on the stuff you already have,” he says, just like a man.
“Coy… When it comes to things like bras and jeans, the sizes aren’t always the same across brands. Things can be the same size and fit differently.”
“That sounds fucking stupid,” he says with annoyance.
“It is,” I agree, nodding my head. “I’ll try them on, but they might not work…”
Still being stubborn, even after that, he says, “Darlene helped me pick them out so they should.”
“You shopped with Darlene for stuff for me?” I ask, a little amused at the picture as I grab the bottom of the t-shirt I’m wearing.
It’s one of Coy’s metal band shirts. I don’t know why I keep wearing them, they’re freaking huge on me, but there’s something strangely comforting about wearing his clothes.
I even steal his boxers every chance I get.
“Yeah, she—” he starts and then makes a little choking sound of surprise as I rip the shirt off and toss it away.
“She?” I prompt when he remains silent and turn a little to flash him some side boob.
Yeah, I’m totally not wearing a bra.
Coy loudly clears his throat. “She has some experience buying stuff for chicks.”
“How does she have experience buying clothes for other women?” I ask, my lips stretching into a grin he can’t see as I shove the red pair of boxers I’m wearing down and kick them away.
I love messing with him, especially when we can’t do anything. Teasing him has become one of my favorite pastimes.
And it’s so damn easy.
The man seems to have a constant hard-on for me.
“Goddammit, Allie, where are your panties?!” Coy practically roars and I chuckle.
“I didn’t feel like wearing any today,” I snicker as I grab the thong and bend down to step into it.
As soon as I bend over, I feel the thump of Coy’s boots through the floor.
“Uh-uh,” I say and click my tongue against the roof of my mouth as I shimmy into the thong, purposely wiggling my ass as I pull it up. “Levi’s still awake, and there’s no one else around to keep him busy.”
His boots stop but he’s so close to me now I can feel his heat against my backside.
“He’ll be okay on his own for a little while,” he tries to reason as his hands grab my hips.
“Yes, he will be okay for a little while,” I agree, emphasizing the little while part. “But you know he’s going to get lonely soon and come looking for us.”
Coy’s fingers flex around my hips and his voice gets all sexy and husky as he says, “I only need a little while.”
I can’t help but laugh at that and twist around to poke him in the chest. “Coy, there is nothing little about you. Don’t even try.”
His gaze immediately drops to my bare breasts and I watch pure, primal hunger fill his eyes.
That looks always gets to me and my body instantly warms with heat.
Reaching up, his big, rough hand covers my breast and squeezes.
I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
As his other arm wraps around me and yanks me closer, I groan, “Coy… we shouldn’t.”
He squeezes both my breast and ass at the same time and his head dips down, his lips capturing my lips.
The kiss starts soft, almost sweet, then quickly deepens into something needy and desperate.
I get so wrapped up in the kiss, in his tongue stroking against mine, I almost don’t hear Levi asking, “Mommy? Daddy?”
“Oh my god!” I nearly shriek as I try to shove Coy away.
His hands immediately tighten around me to keep me from escaping.
“What’s up, son?” he asks, panting.
Staring down at me, his eyes warn me not to run away.
And at first, I have no fucking clue why he wouldn’t want me to do it, until I figure out that Levi probably can’t see anything with the way Coy is standing in front of me because the man is so freaking big.
“I was just wondering what you’re doing…” Levi says, sounding entirely too curious.
“I’m helpin’ your momma get dressed,” Coy says and I immediately cringe.
Really, that’s excuse he’s going to give?
“Oh…” Levi says as if he’s accepting that answer.
I start to breathe a sigh of relief.
Then Levi asks, “Mommy needs help getting dressed? Like me?”
Don’t you say it, I warn Coy with my eyes. Don’t you fucking say—
Coy’s eyes gleam with laughter down at me. “Yep, just like you, son. Now I need you to leave for a minute so I can finish. Your momma doesn’t want you to see her naked.”
“Okay,” Levi says.
As soon as I hear the door close, I shove away from Coy and hiss, “You dick!”
Laughing, he yanks me back and fends off my slapping hands until he lands another kiss on my lips.
Still unable to resist him, I let him kiss me back into submission until he grinds himself against me with a groan. That deep, sexy groan reminds me that Levi could walk back in at any moment.
“Dammit, Coy!” I growl, shoving him away again. “You need to leave and let me get dressed in peace!”
When he tries to grab me again, I fake going for his balls and he finally jumps away.
“Fuck, why do you two always go for the balls?” he grumbles as he finally backs up enough to put some distance between us.
“Because your balls are the only way to get through to you,” I snicker.
He opens his mouth like he’s going to argue with me but then he must think better of it. Pressing his lips together, he shakes his head.
When he just stands there, staring at me, his eyes starting to warm again, I make shooing motions at him. “Unless you want me to show up at this party naked, you need to leave.”
That seems to get his attention. A look of possessive fury washes over his face, and fuck me if I don’t start to feel turned on again.
“Alright, I’m goin’, I’m goin’,” he grumbles.
He backs up to the closed door then stops and takes a second to adjust the hard bulge in his jeans. “But we’re gonna finish this later, Allie Cat.”
I roll my eyes at his crassness.
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bsp; Ugh, he’s such a…
Such a…
Biker?
No, that’s not the right word…
I struggle to come up with the word until he turns to open the door and I see the back of his vest.
Royal Bastard.
Yes, that’s totally him, I smirk to myself as I turn back to the clothes on the bed and start getting dressed.
* * *
Surprisingly, everything that Coy wants me to wear fits. The jeans are a little tight, especially around my ass, and the bra is shoving my breasts up to my throat, but looking in the mirror, even I have to admit I look hot.
I’m just finishing up my makeup when I hear the door open followed by the sound of his heavy footsteps.
Keeping my eyes opened wide so my mascara doesn’t smudge, I cast a look over my shoulder, expecting him to say something.
When he remains silent, I shove the mascara wand into the bottle and turn to fully face him. “What’s up?”
Standing in the doorway, there’s this strange look of disbelief on his face.
A look that starts to make me feel uneasy.
I cast a quick glance back at the mirror, wondering if I fucked something up. I’ve done my hair, curled it into big, loose waves that fall over my shoulders. And I’ve caked on enough makeup to hide all the bruises that are starting to turn yellow and icky looking.
Maybe I caked the makeup on too thick?
“What’s wrong, Coy?” I ask, a little annoyed as I glance back at him and he’s still looking stupefied.
Coy swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, before he croaks, “Nothin’s wrong.”
I put a hand on my hip and flip my hair before I narrow my eyes at him. “Then why are you looking at me like that? Did I mess something up?”
His gaze drags down me slowly, like he’s burning the image into his mind, then he shakes his head. “Fuck no, you look fuckin’ amazing, Allie Cat.”
His compliment instantly fills me with pleasure.
“Then what’s the problem? What’s turned my big, bad biker into a dumbfounded mute?” I smirk as I strut up to him.
“Dumbfounded mute, huh?” he growls.
Reaching out, he snakes his arm around me and pulls me close as soon as I get within grabbing distance.
“Yeah… dumbfounded mute,” I drawl out as I continue to smirk up at him.
“Woman…” he growls even deeper before he tips his head down like he’s going to kiss me.
I immediately shove away from him. “Don’t! You’ll mess up my lipstick.”
Face setting with a stubborn determination I’ve become quite familiar with over the last few days, he tries to yank me back.
Knowing he’ll get his way if I don’t distract him, I ask, “What do you have on your arm?”
Something black and made of leather is draped over the arm not reaching for me.
Coy blinks at me then looks down at his arm like he completely forgot what was there.
“Oh, this?” he smirks. “It’s something else I want you to wear. Turn around, babe.”
“What I’m already wearing isn’t enough?” I ask skeptically as I turn to do as he said.
Coy answers with only a grunt.
I already feel like biker barbie in the getup I have on, but once he slides my arms into a leather vest, I feel even more badass.
“My very own vest?” I snicker. “Oh my god, Coy, we totally match now!”
Once his hands drop away, I tug a little on the vest to position it. While it’s black and made of soft leather, it’s nowhere near the size of his. The one he slipped on me is cut to be form-fitting around my breasts and only goes down to my waist.
Grabbing his hand, I drag him over to the mirror to look at us together.
“We are so one those couples!” I squeal and bump into his hip as I take in our reflection.
I’m trying hard to rile him up a little over this, but again, he’s strangely silent.
He doesn’t even look at the mirror when I start making faces at him.
No, his eyes seem to be glued to my back and there’s this intense look on his face.
He doesn’t move either until I ask, “What’s on the back?”
I try to twist around to look but he grabs me by the hips to stop me.
“What the fuck, Coy?” I growl, confused and growing irritated again.
“What do you think is there?” he asks, sounding almost as irritated as me. “It’s the Royal Bastards patch.”
I frown. “Is that all?”
“Yup,” he grunts, but he’s still staring at my back.
I drag out, “Okay…” but I don’t believe him for one second.
Something else is definitely going on here. Something sneaky.
“What time is it?” I ask, letting him think I’ve dropped it.
“’Bout time to go. Darlene is already here,” he answers as I grab his hand and slip my fingers between his.
“Awesome.” I smile up at him. “Let’s do this!”
His own sexy lips curling up with a hint of a smile, Coy begins to lead me out of the room.
I let him lead me all the way up to the door before I yank my hand back.
“Oh, I forgot my purse!” I say and make a quick dash for the mirror before he can stop me.
“You won’t need—” he starts to say then curses, “Shit!” when he realizes what I’m doing.
Twisting my back to the mirror, I glance over my shoulder and feel a cold fury wash over me when I read what it really says on the vest.
I shriek. “Are you fucking serious?!”
The Royal Bastards patch is there, oh yes. But above it and below it, instead of saying Royal Bastards, Louisville, like Coy’s vest, it says Property of Coy.
I start to shrug out of the vest. “I’m not fucking wearing this, you fucking bastard! Property of Coy?! Are you fucking kidding me?!”
“Oh, you’re fuckin’ wearing it,” Coy says as he stomps up to me and grabs the front of the vest to keep me from taking it off.
“I am not!” I insist and slap at his hands, trying to get him to let me go. “I’m not your fucking property! Oh my god, do you know how fucking demeaning this is? Is this really what you think of me, Coy?”
“Yes,” Coy says, gripping me tight and ignoring my slapping hands. “You’re mine, Allie.”
My eyes want to fill with angry tears as I glare up at him, but I hold them back because I don’t want to ruin my awesome mascara. “Fuck you, Coy. I’m taking this shit off the first chance I get.”
“Oh, we’ll be fuckin’ later, that’s for sure,” Coy says with a smirk and an evil gleam in his eyes. “But I fucking swear if you take this vest off, I will blister your ass red.”
I gasp then suck in a shrill breath, ready to unleash on him.
“Fuck, woman. It’s not meant to demean you,” he growls in frustration. “It’s actually the fucking opposite. It’s done in respect. The property patch protects you.”
I feel some of the steam go out of me, but I still narrow my eyes at him. “What do you mean it protects me?”
His grip loosens and his own face begins to relax. “It lets every motherfucker around know that if they fuck with you, they’re fucking with me and the Royal Bastards.”
Still not completely convinced this stupid vest is necessary, I ask, “But don’t the other guys in the club already know that?”
His expression turns smug for a moment as he says, “Yup,” then quickly darkens. “But visitors come through all the time. Visitors who might not know and try to touch what’s mine. Then we’d have a fucking war on our hands.”
God, I knew Coy was possessive, but this is some whole other level type of shit.
“A war?” I scoff. “Are you serious?”
Letting go of the vest, Coy digs his fingers into my hair and pulls me close. “Deadly fucking serious. I’ll kill any motherfucker that touches you. I don’t give a fuck who it is. And if my brothers see anyone touching you… th
ey’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em too.”
“Jesus, Coy,” I gasp, not sure if I should be getting as turned on as I am or not. “Fine, I’ll wear the vest.”
“Good fucking choice,” he grins and moves in for a kiss.
“Lipstick!” I screech at him and shove at his chest.
Coy makes a sound of annoyance in his throat, but I keep shoving at him and straining away from him until he lets me go. “Dammit, woman.”
“Dammit, Coy,” I snap right back at him and turn back to the mirror. “You messed up my hair.”
I catch the reflection of his smirk behind me. “I’m gonna mess up a lot more than that…”
Rolling my eyes, I fix my hair as best as I can, then give the vest one last look over. I understand why he wants me to wear this, but it still pricks my pride a little.
Then a light bulb goes off in my head.
I spin around to face him. “Do they make protection patches for guys, too? Will you wear a vest that says Property of Allie Cat?”
Coy gives me a look of horror. “Fuck no. I’m not fuckin’ wearin’ a kutte that says that shit.”
Deflating, my shoulders slump and I pout. “You suck.”
Chuckling, he slides his arm over my shoulders and pulls me into him, leading me out of the bedroom. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Yeah, uh-huh, sure,” I grumble. “Get used to you sucking? Or get used to feeling like you pissed on me to mark me?”
“Fuck.” Coy snaps his fingers. “I knew I forgot to do something.”
Stopping, he reaches down to his zipper.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” I shriek and dance away from him.
Chuckling, Coy chases after me. “Come back here, woman, so I can mark you!”
Shrieking and giggling, I run into the living room with Coy hot my heels.
When I see Levi’s curious face pop up from behind the back of the couch, I’m instantly drawn to him.
“Levi, help! Your daddy is trying to get me!” I cry out as I make a dash for him.
“That’s low, Allie!” Coy laughs as he chases after me.
Looking between us, Levi seems to quickly catch on to what’s going on and his face breaks out in a grin.
“Protect me!” I cry as I grab him and start to hide behind him.
Levi giggles as I duck down and Coy steps up to us.