I’ve got one foot in the club, prospecting my way in, and the other is trying to stay on firm ground with Allie.
And I won’t back down from either one.
All I’ve ever wanted was to be a Royal Bastard and to take Allie as my own.
Both are so fucking close now I can taste them. Two fucking weeks and Allie’s going to come home with me and never go back to those strait-laced hypocrites.
We’ll get married, I’ll get her knocked up to cement the deal, and then we’ll go on with our lives as it should be.
I hold Allie close to my chest, breathing her scent in, not ready to let her go yet.
Fuck, I’m never ready to let her go. It defies every fucking possessive instinct in my body to let her walk away from me.
Gremlin yells and pounds on the door. “Yo, Coy! We gotta move, man! Ain’t got a lotta time left before we have to be there!”
Goddammit. It nearly fucking kills me to pull away from Allie, but I force myself to do it.
Two more weeks. Two more fucking weeks, I remind myself.
Then she’s mine and I’m keeping her ass where it belongs—in my fucking bed.
“Alright!” I shout back at the door and swipe up my black leather kutte with the word Prospect stitched at the bottom.
Being the son of the Louisville Royal Bastards President doesn’t mean shit. I could be worth a billion dollars and I’d still have to go through the probationary period. I’ve gotta prospect just like any other man who wants in the club, no exceptions.
Fuck, bein’ the Pres’s son means I probably catch more hell than any of the other guys. Gotta make sure I know I’m a brother and not someone special.
I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way, except for right fucking now.
Yanking the bedroom door open to see Gremlin standing there with his arms crossed over his chest gives me pause. Normally, he’s the happy-go-lucky kind of fuck. Right now, he looks harassed and pissed.
“What’s up?” I ask, grabbing and pulling Allie’s hand so she’s standing beside me.
“We’re gonna be late as fuck if we don’t move now. Hound’s already pissed we ain’t gone yet,” he says and motions back through the clubhouse to parts unknown.
Fuck, Hound is my father, and if he’s pissed…
Well shit, I can only be on bathroom duty so many times before I’ll want to kill myself.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Alright, we’ll swing by Allie’s on the way there,” I say, moving down the hallway, heading for the barroom of our clubhouse.
“No fuckin’ way, man,” Gremlin says with a shake of his head. “We can’t be making any stops.”
“What the fuck are we supposed to do then?” I ask and look from him to Allie. “We sure as fuck can’t take her with us, and she ain’t staying here, either.”
No way in the world would I leave her here with the club skanks and sweetbutts. Hell no, not going to fucking happen. I’d trust my brothers with her life, but not the skanks and sweetbutts. Half of them want to climb the club ladder to ol’ lady, and the others are too dumb to speak.
They also look at Allie as some type of rival, like they could replace her if they could only get her out of their way.
“Fuck!” I growl out at Gremlin. “Who’s on sober duty tonight?”
“Horse, I think,” Gremlin says as he walks toward the bar. “Want me to get his ass?”
“Yeah, see if he can…” I say before looking down at Allie’s questioning look.
“What’s going on?” she asks, her brow furrowing.
“I gotta go on a job,” I sigh and rake my fingers through my hair. “I fucking hate doing this, but I need Horse to get you home tonight.”
“But I—” she starts to say, but I shake my head quickly at her.
I look into her eyes, knowing she’ll understand. “Club business, Allie Cat.”
“Oh… okay,” she sighs with resignation.
And that’s exactly why I feel the way I do about Allie. She doesn’t challenge me when it comes to the club. She knows that it’s who I am and a part of my life. She also knows by bein’ with me she’s gonna be a part of this life too.
I lead her back to my room and grab one of my old leather riding jackets for her.
“Gotta keep that wind off ya,” I say as I look down at the thin-ass jean jacket she wore on the way over here.
Also gotta keep her skin from peeling off her if she were to ever crash.
Lifting it up, she sniffs it and grins at my look.
“Whatcha doin’?” I ask.
“Making sure it’s not stinky. That one jacket you used to have smelled like roadkill,” she says then quickly shoots by me before I can catch her.
“That was cologne, brat!” I say as I catch up to her and firmly swat her ass.
“Ouch!” she yelps and reaches back to rub that juicy ass of hers. “Is that what they call it nowadays? I thought it smelled like someone hit a skunk.”
Laughter erupts to my left as we make it back to the bar and Gremlin hears what she’s sayin’. “Dude, she givin’ ya the lowdown on that shit you used to wear?”
“For fuck’s sake! That shit cost me ninety dollars a fucking bottle!” I growl. Yanking Allie over to my side, I murmur, “It got you, didn’t it?”
Looking up at me with wide, innocent eyes, she says, “No, my big, strong biker, it was all those huge muscles…”
Rolling my eyes at her, I swat her ass again to make her jump. I love her reaction, love the little squeak and wince she gives. It’s a huge fucking turn on.
Yelping, Allie dances away from me as she shrugs herself into my jacket. She’s so small though it makes her look even tinier. Fuck, that’s a sexy look. Might just have to have her walk around our bedroom with just that jacket on.
I can just imagine those sexy legs peeking out from under the jacket as she sits demurely on the bed, her tits covered from me…
Fucking hell, tonight of all nights is not when I want to be doin’ shit like a fucking body disposal. I’d rather be in bed with my dick firmly planted in Allie’s sweet little pussy.
“Where’s Horse?” I ask Gremlin as I try to keep my eyes off Allie for one fucking moment.
“Outside, gettin’ ready. Had to get the seat cleaned off, I guess,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Probably had fuckin’ bird shit on his seat again, fuckin’ animal,” I say with a laugh as I pull Allie back to my side. “Let’s get you home before the parents freak, baby.”
Allie sighs quietly as she looks around at all the revelry that’s going on. “Rather be here with you guys… but yeah.”
Smirking, I look around the clubhouse. Fun is being had in every corner. Drinking, fucking, pool, yelling, and fighting. One of our brothers came down from our Anchorage Chapter and we gotta make sure we show Rain a good time while he’s here.
The haze of pot and tobacco smoke is pretty thick where my old man, Hound, sits. He’s been trying to use some of the good ol’ green medicine to beat the fucking bug he’s got going on.
But the moment he lays eyes on me, I can feel the weight of responsibility coming down on my shoulders.