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Story: Stealing The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV #17)
“Fuck, Kiesha.” I gaze at my gorgeous woman laying in my bed and know that every second of hell I lived without her was worth it for this reunion.
I’d like to say I’d take it all back. Every fuck up. Every lie. Every wrong decision. But I can’t. All the good, bad, and ugly have shaped us into who we are today. I’m only human. Only a man who made mistakes that taught me a valuable lesson.
I won’t repeat the past.
I’m ready to move forward. Kiesha doesn’t know it yet, but her home is here with me. I’m not letting her go. Not now. Not ever, now that I have her forgiveness and, more importantly, her trust.
Her tortuous lips skim along my neck as she kisses her way down my body, eager to show me that she’s mine. All mine. Wrapping a fist around my cock, she begins to stroke, but I was hard the second I laid eyes on her in the parking lot.
Life couldn’t get much better than this. As if to remind me it certainly can, she puts her hot little mouth on me, taking my length between her lips to fuck me with her mouth.
I sink my fingers into her silky hair, biting my lip to suppress a moan.
“Right there.” I watch as she takes me further in her mouth. “You take my dick like a good little slut.” I pull slightly on her hair, encouraging her to keep sucking. Kiesha finds her rhythm, alternating between sucking, licking, and stroking me until I nearly blow. “My turn,” I growl.
My dirty girl pops me from her mouth and crawls up and over to sit on my face so I can devour her tasty cunt. Gripping her thighs, I punch my tongue in her sweet honey hole, tasting exactly how much she loves me and my cock. She grinds down on my face, her juices coating my face as she gets off.
She slides back down my body, taking every inch of my cock in her pulsating pussy to ride me. I slap her ass and pull her hair, bite her skin, claiming every piece of her.
We took a hard road full of curves to get here, but damn if the reward isn’t sweet.
“I’m almost there,” she whimpers, bearing down on me.
“Come for me, baby,” I command through gritted teeth, my own release teetering on the edge.
She climaxes with a shuddering moan, her nails digging into my chest as she rides out her high. The tight clench of her around me pushes me over the edge, and I find my release in a rush, my body tensing as ecstasy overtakes me.
Breathless, we collapse together on the bed. Her sweat-slicked body is pressed against mine as our hearts race in unison. Her fingers trace lazy lines over the ink on my chest as she lays her head on my shoulder.
“I missed this,” she whispers so quietly I barely catch it.
“Me too,” I reply and hug her tighter to me. Having her here in my arms where she belongs, I know that every moment apart, every missed phone call and unopened text all seems worth it. “Is it too soon to ask you to stay here with me? Don’t move in at your mom’s. Be with me, Kiesha.”
She lifts her head. “You’re serious?”
“This is where you belong.”
“Just promise me one thing?”
“Anything.” I stroke a finger down her cheek.
“No matter how much you think it will hurt me, never lie to me.”
“I swear. Biker’s honor.” I smile and she leans up to kiss me.
“Okay.”
“Yeah?” My chest warms. “Fuck.”
“What?” She laughs at my sudden outburst.
“Link and Prodigy are going to kill me.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”
“I feel much better now.” I grin and she slaps my chest.
“You better. I have you know that I am a perfect shot.”
“Why does the thought of you with a gun terrify and turn me on?”
Fireball enters the room, announcing her presence with a loud meow before she jumps onto the bed and curls up by my feet.
“You don’t mind if she sleeps with us, do you?”
“As long as it keeps you right here.” I kiss her lips once more. “Be right back.” I go to the bathroom and get a damp cloth to clean her up.
“And who says chivalry is dead?”
“Get some sleep, brat. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
“Why is that?”
“Well, first. I’m going to fuck you in every room and then I’ve got to face your uncle and your stepfather.”
She scrunches her nose. “We can put them off for a day or three.”
“Sounds good to me, babe.”
Kiesha went to visit with her mom and her siblings for a bit, so I came by the clubhouse for a beer to give her some time alone with them. One of her main reasons for moving back is to spend more time with them. As selfish as I want to be when it comes to her, I know I can’t smother her.
“We need to have a word.”
I turn around from my seat at the bar, seeing Link, Prodigy, and Nav. Shit. Guess they heard the news that Kiesha is living with me.
“Take a seat, brothers,” I say, trying to keep my voice as steady as possible, reminding them I’m their brother.
Link, the tallest among the three, is the first to move. He slides onto the stool next to me, his face a hard mask of scrutiny. Prodigy takes up a position on my other side while Nav remains standing behind them, arms crossed over his chest, looking every bit the formidable muscle he’s known to be.
“Before we get into it,” Link begins, his gaze unyielding, “We want to make sure you treat Kiesha right.”
I lean back and look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Is that a question or a threat?”
“Take it as you will,” Prodigy responds, his voice icy. “She’s been through enough already. She doesn’t need any more heartache.”
Don’t they think I know that? That I haven’t spent countless nights wracked with guilt over everything that had happened between us? That they haven’t watched me drown my sorrows in beer and liquor. Easy pussy on occasion.
“I give you my word. If I ever hurt her, I’ll hand over my cut.”
“Glad we understand each other.” Link slaps me on the back and Prodigy takes a drink of his beer. Nav moves off and I breathe easy.
I half-expected to be hauled into a fight by Nav, but he clearly got whatever reassurances he needed from Link and Prodigy.
I finish my beer and hang around shooting the shit with guys until Kiesha sends a text to let me know she’s back at the apartment.
I arrive home finding Kiesha curled up on my couch with Fireball purring in her lap. Her eyes move rhythmically across the pages of the book she’s engrossed in. I watch her from across the room, unable to tear my gaze away from the gentleness of her face as she loses herself in the story.
I slip behind her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, and pull her back into my chest, placing a lingering kiss on the top of her head. She hums contentedly and leans back into me, marking a place in her book before setting it aside.
“Hi,” she murmurs softly and turns to give me a peck on the lips. “How’d it go?”
“I’m all in one piece.”
“I see that. Then again,” she continues, her voice low and sultry, “I haven’t had time to do my own inspection.” She winks at me, and it pulls a chuckle from my lips.
“Are you volunteering?” I ask her, quirking an eyebrow at her suggestively.
She giggles and nods before pushing Fireball off her lap and tugs me around to the front of the couch. “I think I’d better do a strip search.”
We head to the bedroom with our hands intertwined in one another’s so Kiesha can thoroughly inspect me for damages. It isn’t but a few minutes before I have her bent over the bed.
“You ready to go?” I call out for Kiesha. There’s a party tonight at the clubhouse. Our first as an official couple. I hope things go smoothly. Sabrina will be there with Crawl.
Surprisingly, they’re making their relationship work. I don’t see her often, but when I do, she looks happy. Despite all the bad between us, I want that for her.
There’s someone out there for everyone and for her it’s apparently him.
I’ve got Kiesha, and that’s all that really matters.
“Damn, baby.” I let out a low whistle and catcall my woman as she struts toward me in low cut jeans and a black top that shows off her midriff.
“You like?”
“Can’t wait to strip it back off you.”
We meet T-bird and Stella outside as they’re getting on his bike. Kiesha loves the shit out of his ol’ lady and her murder and makeup podcast. She made her day when she invited her to come on as a guest. Stella and her can spend hours talking about beauty shit.
The four of us ride out and arrive at the clubhouse together.
Our women break off from our group to go gossip with the other ol’ ladies, Sabrina included. I hold my breath as the two of them talk.
“Think Kiesha will claw her eyes out?” Pam bumps her shoulder against mine.
“Nah.”
“You know, Sabrina says Kiesha stole you. But I told her you can’t steal a man. They’re either loyal to you or they aren’t. Anyway.” She pulls out her black book.
“She’s been here two weeks,” I grumble.
“I don’t make the rules.” Her lips spread into a mischievous smirk.
“Yes, you do.”
Kiesha makes her way over to us. “Is my aunt giving you a hard time?”
“She’s trying to make money off us.”
Kiesha giggles and I wrap my arms around her as Pam slinks off to harass someone else. “Having fun?”
“Mhmm.”
“Was Sabrina nice?”
“Weirdly, she’s not as bad as I remember, but maybe that’s because back then she was your girlfriend, and I hated her.”
“And now?”
“You’re mine.” She goes up on her toes to kiss me.
“That I am, brat. That I am.”