by Elle Boon
“Will you be able to do a sugar skull that small?” she asked, looking at the design.
Tymber raised a brow. “I won’t be putting a lot of filigree into the design, but enough to make the skull feminine and you. You trust me?”
Ivy’s heart was beating a mile a minute. She absolutely trusted Tymber with her everything. Why this man, when no other man had tripped her trigger, she had no idea. However, from the moment she’d seen him standing in the crisis center hallway, she’d known she could count on him for anything. Like his name, Tymber, he was as sturdy as the strongest trees in the forest. Unlike her name, which she’d hated growing up. Ivy, like a vine, she never wanted to be clingy. Yet he seemed to like it when she wrapped herself around him. “I do. I trust you.” And she did.
“If I fuck it up, you can tattoo me. Deal?” Tymber’s deep voice rolled over her, making her nipples hard points beneath her shirt.
She laughed. “Trust me, you don’t want me anywhere near you with a tattoo gun. You’d have a bunch of squiggly lines, or probably just one squiggly line that resembled an image of sperm. Have you seen what those look like? You’d be the laughingstock of the tattoo industry,” she sighed. “No, it’s best for you to stick with the art, while I stick with what I’m good at.”
She hadn’t thought she’d be good at anything until Luke and Darian had encouraged her to follow her dreams. Now, she was glad she had so she didn’t have to rely on the MC for her bread and butter. A chick as a mechanic, and hopefully she had enough of a reputation as a good one her business wouldn’t be hurt now that she wouldn’t be working on the Sons shit.
“Hey, what’re you thinking?” Tymber sat her down in a chair, getting down on one knee in front of her.
Ivy bit her lip, wondering how this gorgeous man was still single. “I’m amazed no woman has snapped you up.” Her hand flew up and covered her mouth. “Oh shit, forget I said that.”
He chuckled, pulling her hand away from her face. “Trust me, I needed a little housebreaking. I think you’re just the woman for that job.”
Her face had to be ten shades of red. “I suck at this...relationships,” she blurted.
Tymber shook his head. “Nah, you just hadn’t found the right man. Neither had I. Well, I hadn’t found the right woman. You and me, I think we were just waiting for each other.” He kissed her palm, placing it over his heart.
“What if I fuck up. What if we fight, or this thing fades?” She waved her hand between them.
He grabbed her other hand, standing up, pulling her with him. “Listen to me. Relationships change, but when two people care about one another the way I care about you and hopefully the way you care about me, then we’ll be fine. Better than fine, ‘cause we’ll be together.”
“You said you liked the fire in me. What if...what if my spark dulls?” There it was, her biggest fear.
Instead of answering right away, he lifted her into his arms, and sat down in one of the chairs with her in his lap. “Ivy, I know you think if you fail, or you fall down, nobody will be there to pick you up, right? Well guess what, sweetheart. First thing you need to know is that I’ll be right here by your side, ready and willing to help you, but I also know, you’ll never lose your spark. Yes, you might stumble and fall, and if you lose your spark, you’ll rise back up and you’ll be the whole damn fire.”
She sniffed; a tear rolled down her cheek. “That’s so damn beautiful.”
“No, you’re so damn beautiful. You and everything about you is. Now, you ready for that tattoo?”
Ivy wiggled, trying to get up without looking like a fool. “I’m ready, but not for the tattoo, not yet anyway.” She lifted the hem of her shirt over her head, leaving her in the bra and jeans. A deep inhale could be heard from Tymber, but she didn’t stop, wanting to be naked and in his arms. Her riding boots were next, followed by the jeans, which weren’t as easy to shimmy out of. Last, she slipped her thumbs into the side of her panties.
“Wait,” Tymber barked.
She paused with her thumbs on her hips under the elastic sides. “What?” she asked, tipping her head to the side.
He twirled his finger.. “Turn around, I want to see your ass as you take them off.”
Her mouth went dry looking at him with his legs sprawled out in front, his right hand massaging his dick through the denim. “You want me to turn around and—take them off with my back to you?”
“Mmhmm,” he murmured.
Fuck, that was one of the sexiest sounds coming from him in that deep guttural command. She turned, her hair swishing along her back.
“Spread your legs a little and bend down as you push them to the floor,” he instructed.
Her body ached to have him touch her. The flimsy material was soaking wet already. She inched the sides down, taking her time to ease the silk fabric down, bending like he’d told her to do at the waist, keeping her legs locked so her ass was in the air. A growl was her only warning before she felt his hands on her ass, spreading the cheeks and then his fingers were there, followed by his lips and tongue. “Keep your head down while I have my snack.”
Holy shit, holy shit, she chanted in her head. She gripped her ankles, holding herself steady as he worked her up to a hard fast orgasm, screaming his name. “Tymber, oh god, I can’t stand,” she gasped. Her legs shook from the pleasure.
His arms holding her were the only things that kept her upright, and then he was easing her onto his thighs, his huge cock pressing into her. She didn’t know when he’d undressed, only knew she was glad to see she wasn’t the only one so affected by her teasing.
“Goddamn, woman, do you have any clue how much I love you?” he asked, his fingers twisted in her hair, turning her face to the side to meet his lips as he pumped his hips upward.
Ivy moaned, her body working to take all of him into hers. “Half as much as I love you?” she teased.
Tymber bit her lower lip, then soothed it with his tongue. “Wrong answer, baby. You’re my everything. I used to be glad I woke up and would say just one more day. It was one of the things that kept all of us going. Now, being here with you, balls deep in you, I know I’d fight anything to be right here. We can’t let the past ruin our future. Because we didn’t give up, we woke up and said fuck you, our journey isn’t over, we’re here, together. For that alone, I thank my lucky stars.” With every word he powered in and out, keeping his eyes locked on hers.
“God, I love you Tymber Black, more than I thought I could ever love anyone. You make me whole, make me want to be better.”
He stopped moving, lifting her off him, and turning her to face him. “Ivy, if you were any better you’d be a real life angel. Now, shut up and fuck me like you mean it.” He pulled her onto his cock, not giving her a chance to respond.
Ivy gasped, the new position had her clit hitting the perfect spot with each push and pull. She used her arms and legs to work her body over his, glad he helped with a firm grip on her hips when her own legs began to shake.
“Yes, right there. Oh faster. Help me, Tymber,” she begged.
His fingers dug into her sides, the familiar tingle began in her breasts, working its way down her chest and then exploded throughout her body, squeezing the dick buried inside her. Ivy panted; her voice hoarse from crying out.
Tymber barely held his orgasm back the first time Ivy came, but the second time her little body clamped down on his there was no holding back. His balls drew up, tingles raced throughout his body seconds before he came, hard, coming in Ivy. They’d had the disease talk, both agreeing they didn’t want anything between them, and had proof they had clean bills of health. Now, with her body milking him, he truly wouldn’t have cared if she hadn’t been protected from pregnancy as he wanted everything with her, even the two point three kids, a dog and a house in the hills. Yeah, he had it bad for his sexy little biker chick, but he couldn’t see his life without her in it.
“Shit, I really didn’t mean to fuck you on the floor of the apartment,” he groa
ned. His legs would pay for the extra workout they’d been given but not one ounce of him regretted it.
Ivy lifted her head from his shoulder, her smile radiant like always. “You don’t hear me complaining.”
He ran his hands up and down her sides. “You’re probably going to have bruises on you.”
She shook her head, smiling down at him. “Again. You don’t hear me complaining do you? Actually, we could just have them tattooed on me, so you knew where to place them next time.” Her eyes twinkled.
Tymber pictured her wearing his permanent fingerprints. “How about we get up and see about your other tattoo first?”
Ivy shimmied on top of him, the slow roll and grind of her body made him shudder. “If you insist.”
Life with Ivy was going to be full of twists and turns, bumps and grinds, but there was one thing he knew for certain. It was going to be one hell of a wild ride. Once you find that one person who completes you, who doesn’t want to dull your shine, but will do all they can to fan your flame, you grab hold and hold on tight. He was going to hold on so tight, she’d be wearing his fingerprints even when she wasn’t with him, but she’d be smiling from ear to ear remembering the pleasure he gave her when she got them.
The End
Read on for a look at King, president of the Royal MCs story!
Thank You
Thank you for reading Royally Twisted I hope you loved it! Did you enjoy meeting Tymber and Ivy? This story has a lot of meaning to me as I lost a member of my family to suicide. My adopted nephew, several years back. I can honestly say even though time has passed it still hurts to think about him. Cancer is something I’m also intimately familiar with, which sucks hairy monkey balls, and it’ll never get easier to hear, when you get the news someone you love has. So with this story I wanted to make my people have a happily ever after while giving a glimpse of how these two issues affected them. I hope you enjoy their story and fall in love with these two broken people who come out of the fire two phoenix’s.
I’d love for you to meet Kailani and Traeger, the next couple in my Royal Sons series! Kailani is a fighter and she too has been through her own Hell. Traeger is the exact warrior she needs. And get ready because following this story is King and Ayesha’s story in Royally Tempted book 3.
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Royally Tempted
King gave a nod toward Duke, making it clear Ivy and Tymber were to be allowed to leave, relatively unharmed. The sight of her purse and its contents mocking him. “Frog, Groot, front and center.” He waited for them to be within striking distance. “You took it upon yourselves to mess with my family. What do you have to say for yourselves?” The entire club had gone silent.
The loss of his little brother Luke only month before still cut like a knife to the gut, but he didn’t let it show. Ivy was like family regardless if she’d been fucking his brother or not. Shit, he still wasn’t sure how he felt about her little news she’d just blurted. He glanced over at Luke’s twin brother Duke, watching his reaction and seeing only anger burn in his dark gaze. Duke was more like him; mean as a rattle snake that’s been poked with a stick one too many times, while Luke was the complete opposite, clearly in more ways than one. Fuck, Luke had been into guys and would rather have killed himself than faced him or Duke. He pushed that knowledge to the back of his mind to go over when he was alone.
Frog’s hands fisted at his side, while Groot stood as still as a tree as he’d always done.
“Well, don’t make me ask again. You won’t like the outcome of the evening if you do,” he promised. His voice didn’t raise, he didn’t have to. If King needed to yell, shit would go down and nobody would be left standing he didn’t want to be, and the two idiots with their eyes looking anywhere but at him would be the first to fall.
Groot shrugged his shoulders. “We thought it would show our loyalty if we messed up the bastard that made Luke off himself.”
Yeah, his brother, his flesh and blood had taken his own life, thinking he had no other choice and that was on him. He was head of his family, not only the MC.
He could hear the sneer in Groot’s tone as he said Luke’s name. “So what? Finding out my brother lived with a dude changed your mind? You decided to fuck the shithead up and destroy the place my brother called home?”
“He was fucking that prick,” Frog defended his actions.
“You went behind my back and took it upon yourselves to take action as a club, then kept information from me. This upsets me, deeply,” he sighed and stood to his full six foot three inch height. “Groot, if I told you to get on your knees and suck my dick, or you were out, what would you do?” King waited, crossing his arms over his chest, his leather cut creaking as he moved the only sound in the room.
Groot wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Fuck, King, that’s not...that ain’t right. I don’t swing that way, man.”
King nodded, then speared Frog with his will. “How ‘bout you, Frog?”
Frog shook his head, but he moved forward.
“You see, that right there is why Frog is getting to keep his cut, for now. You on the other hand, Groot, you’ve disappointed me. Get the fuck out of my sight and leave my property on the table,” he ordered, tapping the table with his finger.
“You gonna stay and suck his dick?” Groot snarled, ripping the leather vest off his back, tossing it onto the ground. Everyone in the MC knew there were rules you didn’t break, one of them were you never let your club colors touch the ground, ever.
King gave an imperceptible tilt of his head, sighing as Traeger moved out from the darkened corner along with Wheels. The two men grabbed Groot, one clamping down on each arm.
“I thought you knew the rules, Groot? Don’t disrespect the club, being high on that list of things to do and not to do. However, it appears you don’t give a fuck about any of that, right?” He grabbed the front of Frog’s cut, pulling him in close. “What do you think, Frog?”
Frog shook, fear etched on his features, but he had grit. “I think he’s wrong. We fucked up, King.”
“Fucking pussy,” Groot snarled. “You gonna suck his dick just to stay in the club? Fuck that, I didn’t sign up to take any dick in my body.” He twisted, trying to free himself from Traeger and Wheels, something King knew wouldn’t happen until they were told to release him.
“What do you think we should do to him, Frog?” he asked, not taking his eyes off of Groot. Sweat beaded on the other man’s brow, but he never lost the look of disgust.
King could’ve reassured him that no man’s lips or dick was coming anywhere near his own dick, but he wanted to see Frog’s reaction. “I...I’m not sure. It’s not my place to...to tell you what to do.”
He released Frog, slapping him on the shoulder. “That’s very wise of you. Next time, don’t blindly follow where others may lead.” King pulled a gun out from the back of his pants, laying it on the table then slid the blade from his boot, all while looking directly at the prospect named Groot. After he placed the knife next to the gun, he waved at the table. “Your choice, Frog, which do I use to teach Groot a lesson, and don’t say it’s not your place. I know it ain’t, it’s mine, but I’m asking, so you answer.”
Frog looked from the table to Groot, then back at the table. “The knife,” he said after clearing his voice, the croak evident in his tone which was why he’d gotten his nickname.
“Excellent choice. I always did enjoy a little knife play.” King picked the blade up, the handle fitting perfectly in his palm. “Here you go, Frog. Teach
him a lesson.”
King met Duke’s stare, each of them knowing whatever went down, would be handled inside the club. Frog gripped the knife in his fist, sweat rolled down his temple. Like on automaton, he moved to where Traeger and Wheels held Groot.
“Don’t you fucking do it, Frog. We’re brothers,” Groot snarled.
“The club comes first, Groot. You knew that coming in,” Frog muttered.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Groot. You ain’t got no family here. No friends, nothing. You see, when you tossed my property on the ground, you lost any right to call yourself a brother,” King said calmly. Hell, he did everything in a calm way. It was how he operated. Most thought he was cold. It was how he kept level.
Frog adjusted his grip on the knife, his fear almost tangible. “Screw you,” Groot snarled.
“I’d rather be judged by the guys behind me, than carried out by six to my final resting place.” Frog’s words had the Sons murmuring in approval as he uttered their oath. He stepped closer to where Groot was held, the knife gripped in his palm so tightly, King could see his knuckles were white.
Duke moved in like lightning, stopping the forward movement of Frog’s hand that held the blade. “Good job, kid.” Duke expertly took the knife away, holding it out to the side for King to take. “You on the other hand aren’t worthy to wipe the shit off my ass let wear our colors,” Duke said quietly, he tilted his head, making a jerking motion toward Groot. “Let him go. Don’t want him thinking I’m a pussy and only hit a little bitch when he’s being held by two big bastards.”
As soon as Groot was free, Duke lunged at him. King watched as his younger brother lashed out, hitting the other man solidly in the chest. He followed him down to the concrete floor, his fist striking Groot several times before he stood. “Some think I’m crazy, that we’re crazy. Newsflash, fucker, we are. The difference between us and you, other than the obvious, is we enjoy every second of our insanity. Oh, and if you think to spill any club insights to anyone, we’ll know, and then there’ll be nowhere you can run or hide from us.” Duke pointed at King. “You think what I just did is bad, next time he’ll be the reaper and you won’t get to walk away, feel me?”