Page 25 of Pearl (Royal Harlots MC, Phoenix, Az. #1)

Pearl

A quick call to Duchess a few days later confirms all the ladies arrived safely and she has them laying low.

It’s always recharging to talk to the woman who runs the national chapter, especially about the proposition Carver was given and how it impacts the Harlots if he becomes a Royal Bastard, Phoenix Chapter.

Duchess has a good head on her shoulders, and her words confirm we’re doing the right thing.

“As long as he’s with a crew loyal to us, and who can run interference and clear the way for safeguard of women you’re trying to help, like they did this time, what could be better.

I say it’s a great fucking match. I’ve heard nothing but good things about that guy from the Bastards. ”

Carver picks that moment to walk in, points to himself, and gives his knuckles a rub over his vested chest. I put my cell on mute. “You weren’t supposed to hear that. Don’t let it go to your head.”

He smirks. “Hurry up and get off that phone. I have plans for you that don’t have anything to do with club business.”

“Tell the ladies hello,” I tell Duchess before clicking off and walking into the strong arms of the man who I want to spend every waking hour with, all of my nights with, and most fucking certainly the rest of my natural born life with.

I may not be a red roses and diamonds type of girl, but emotions are emotions and his loyalty, trust and commitment to me have etched a deep and special place in my heart. “I love you, Carver Canyon”

He picks me up and carries me up the stairs, pausing just inside the door so I can kick it closed with my boot before getting carried to bed.

He lies next to me, still fully dressed, stroking down the length of my still-bruised face.

It’s like just being close to me calms his wild spirit too.

His finger strokes the curve of my lip. “Capone called today. He said him and Ryker talked to Renzo about the mergers of the bike crews, and me staying in Phoenix with you, but joining the Bastards. They were all for it. Said it lays the perfect foundation to expand the routes between Vegas, Phoenix and south to Tucson. One thing left to do, baby.”

“What’s that?” I ask. He slides my vest to the side, his hand sliding beneath the material of my tank top and stroking the bare skin, trailing his finger into that little dip between my breasts.

Carver grins. “I still need to make you my ol’ lady, baby.”

There’s no containing the smile that should be all the answer he needs.

But his eyes don’t leave mine, keeping them captured, wanting to hear the words that I will scream to the world after today.

“Yes, because I love the fuck out of you. Now wrap your arms around me and let me take you for a ride.”