Page 28 of Property of Prowler (Kings of Anarchy MC: Nevada #1)

TWELVE

TAYLOR

Taylor touched the spot on her neck. It had healed into a scar, and she’d made a game of making up countless stories over the past few weeks about what had happened when a coworker or rude customer asked.

Prowler wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissing the back of her hand that still rested on her mark. “You know that look you get on your face every time you touch my mark is the same look you get when I’m eating your pussy.”

She spun in his arms. “Stop. What if Cass hears you?”

He liked how she still blushed when it came to sex talk in public. She was an absolute fearless goddess in the sack, but talk too loud in public, and she turned downright virginal.

“No.”

“No?”

“Yeah, no.” He moved her hand and kissed her mark. “This says I can talk about eating your pussy anytime I want to.”

“This?” She pointed to her mark. “Oh, I got this on Fremont one night. Me and my girlfriends were celebrating a little too hard, and there was a homeless man and a dog. When I tried to pet him, he bit me.”

“Wow, you tried to pet a homeless man? No wonder he bit you.” She stuck her tongue out at him and ducked under his arms.

Prowler followed, pulling her back. “Come on. We’ve got time for a quickie.”

“Riley Reynolds, that’s a bald-faced lie, and you know it. Your quickies take twenty minutes minimum, and with traffic, we’ll be late.”

The ride across town was faster than expected. After killing the engine, they both dismounted. Helmet off, Taylor opened the saddlebags and started removing covered dishes. She had to opt for smaller containers because of size restrictions, but she made it work.

“See that.” He thrust his wrist in her face. “We could’ve had a quickie, even my version of one, and still been on time. So, you owe me when we get home.”

“Home. I like the sound of that.”

Taylor thought listing her house and moving in with Prowler and Cass would feel restrictive, but it didn’t. If anything, she felt loved and accepted … free. Freer than she had ever been before.

“Hey, Prez.” Bulldog waved from across the street.

“Vice. How you liking the new digs?”

“I can’t complain. Better than the last shithole I lived in. Of course, the last tenant left one hell of a mess, but I got it cleaned up.”

“He has jokes,” Taylor delivered dryly.

She wasn’t quite ready to make light of what happened there, who died, how … but she wasn’t sad about it either. But make no mistake, she’d do it all over again if it meant protecting Cass. Or Prowler or any of the Kings.

They’d all welcomed her with open arms.

“We’ll drop off any leftovers in a few hours.”

Bulldog’s grin was massive. She knew the way to that bear’s heart.

“Woman, what are you doing with that one? You ever want a real man, call me.”

Prowler growled, and Taylor elbowed him. “Calm down, Cujo. You know he’s joking.”

“I know, but I can’t help it.” He sounded so pouty. “Maybe if I would’ve gotten that quickie …”

With that, Monster and Kansas came out of the door behind Bulldog.

“Did someone say leftovers?” Kansas said at the same time Monster spoke.

“Did someone say a quickie?”

Taylor rolled her eyes. Fucking shifter hearing. “I’m going to go ring the bell.”

She made a mental note to ask Prowler why Monster still had a slight limp. Barely noticeable, but still present.

The men reassured her after the whole mate thing that they were hard to kill, fast to heal, and loved with everything they had.

The fact that Monster hadn’t healed worried her.

Maria answered the bell almost immediately.

“Oh wow, here, let me help you. Come in, come in. You brought enough food to feed a small army.”

“Oh, but there’s more. Prowler’s right behind me.”

Miguel appeared and took the last of her dishes. As soon as her hands were free, Maria filled one with a wine glass.

“Come, sit.” Maria beckoned.

“I’m going to go see what’s keeping your ol’ man.” Miguel left them alone to talk.

Miguel earned the club’s respect when he’d knocked on the door, with a gun tucked in his waistband while she was otherwise occupied with being claimed.

He’d told Kansas something didn’t feel right when they were there, and Taylor rushed them out. Between her clothes and attitude, he came back to check on her.

She adored him for that. He had no more than a three-minute exchange with her about parking, yet he knew something was off. So even if the Kings hadn’t shown up when they did, she would’ve had Miguel, and that warmed her heart.

Dinner with their new friends Miguel and Maria was amazing. She’d never had couple friends before. Of course, this was the first time she was half of a normal couple. If you could call being completely head over heels in love with a wolfman MC president normal.

Her brain was turning some things over on their ride home. Some things about Miguel scratched at the back of her brain. His instincts to know something was wrong, or how he saw her walking up the sidewalk with the three streetlights out. She’d been in a complete dark zone.

“Prowler?” she asked through the helmet’s built-in comm unit.

“Yeah, babe.”

“You said shifters can smell other shifters, right?”

“Yeah, in most cases.”

“Can you smell Miguel?”

“No.”

“So, he’s not a shifter?”

“I didn’t say that. But what Miguel is or isn’t is his business.”

That was vague and non-committal.

The first thing she did when they got in the door was take off her shoes. She placed them in the coat closet, between Cass’s flip-flops and Prowler’s running shoes.

The picture made her smile. They were really doing this.

“What are you studying so intently?” Prowler asked from behind as he haphazardly tossed his boots in.

“Nothing.”

“Good.” He laced their fingers together and led her to their bedroom, complete with a new bed. She’d insisted on that.

“Get undressed, babe. I do believe you have a debt to pay.” She did as he asked.

He led her to the mirror. “Fuck you look perfect, but I think you’re missing something,” Prowler said before he tied a soft blindfold around her eyes.

“Taylor, you’re a goddess, do you know that?”

“Oh, I’ve graduated from babe to goddess, have I?”

“Yes.” He nipped his claiming mark, and instant arousal shot straight to her clit. “You have, but it’s still missing something.”

She heard the closet door open, and a moment later, Prowler guided her arms through openings. Something that felt like silk caressed her skin, hardening her nipples even more.

She almost wanted to cry. She knew what he’d just put on her, and it felt like armor, even though it was clearly satin-lined leather.

Prowler reached around and pinched them.

“Fuck, you’re absolutely perfect.” Prowler stepped away, but it was only a moment before his hands came around her once more.

He was naked, his cock was already long and hard.

The new piercing teasing her back. God, how she loved that tiny piece of stainless steel.

One hand was kneading and massaging her breast. The other trailed down her stomach to the place that was crying out for his touch. He dipped two fingers inside her body, gathering her arousal. Which he spread to her clit, making the circles at the speed he knew drove her mad.

“Oh fuck, Riley. That feels so good.” She had no sooner said that, and his finger stilled. “No, no, don’t stop.”

“Will you be my ol’ lady, Taylor?”

“What?” His words didn’t register because her brain was between her legs at the moment.

“Be my ol’ lady, say yes, and I’ll let you come.” He resumed his motions, but not with the rhythm required for her to orgasm.

His breath against her claiming mark and his slow fingers were torture.

“I’m already your mate, so—” Prowler cut her off before she could say the rest.

“It’s not enough, Taylor.” From his tone, he seemed to think she didn’t understand how much it meant, but she did.

“I need to know you commit to all of me. Being with a King comes with certain risks and responsibilities, as does being with a shifter. The title of mate is important for one part of my life, but the title of ol’ lady is important for the other.”

Taylor knew what she was getting into with Prowler, not just the shifter world with its secrets, but the MC world too.

Being with someone who didn’t always operate within the law came with inherent risks, ones that if you weren’t ready for, would destroy you. But Taylor being Taylor, had made a list, and the Prowler column won every single time.

“Yes. I already consider myself your ol’ lady. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”

“Fuck.” He thrust his hard cock between her ass cheeks, sliding back and forth. When he angled his cock to dip between her legs, she turned and dropped to her knees.

Running her hands up his thighs, she tipped her head back in the direction of his face and licked her lips.

One of his hands threaded in her hair, holding her still. When he rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, her tongue darted out to chase it.

“There’s my queen.” His praise did things to her she never expected. Yeah, apparently, he’d unlocked a praise kink.

“If I’m your queen, then it’s my job to show you that it’s good to be king.”

With that, she gripped his ass, bringing him to her mouth since she couldn’t bring her mouth to him. When she swallowed as much of his cock as she could manage, he howled.

“Fuck yes, it’s good to be king.”

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