I want Levi to have stability. Levi needs his father and Coy seems to need him just as much in return.
I also want Levi to have protection. There’s no doubt in my mind Coy will keep his word. He’ll kill to protect us, and he has an entire MC to back him up and help him.
If things with Coy and me don’t work out, and I’m afraid they might not, no matter how hard we try given all the shit between us.…
Well, I’ll just have to find a way they can still be together.
Even if I have to plant my ass permanently in Kentucky.
Shaking my head, I roll my eyes and walk over to the bed to go through what Coy gave me. “Since when do you care about what I wear? I already have a cute little dress I picked out...”
“Usually I don’t, you look fuckin’ sexy in anything you wear,” he admits, “but it matters tonight.”
“Oh? Fucking sexy, you say?” I smirk and glance over my shoulder at him, giving him a flutter of my lashes.
A deep, rumbling growl pours out of his chest as he looks back at me. “If Levi wasn’t around, I wouldn’t let you wear anything at all.”
Tipping my head back, I laugh, then turn my attention back to what he gave me. Picking up the shirt folded on the top, I shake it out to see that it’s a black tank top with the Royal Bastards logo printed in white on the front.
Ah, so that’s why it matters tonight…
Yesterday, Coy gave me the heads up that the club is throwing a party for me at the clubhouse tonight. I didn’t understand why they’d throw a party for me at first until he explained that being with him means I’m also a part of the Royal Bastards now.
I still don’t know how I feel about being a part of a biker club. I mean, I literally just escaped the fucking Russian mafia… But I’m forcing myself to swallow down my reservations for him. He’s built his entire life around this club, and I know that besides Levi and me, it’s the most important thing to him.
It’s still weird as hell though.
Setting the tank top off to the side, I pick up the next two items and sigh.
“Really, Coy?” I ask as I turn around enough to show him the black lacy bra and thong he wants me to wear. “You even picked out my underwear for me?”
“You don’t have to wear those if you don’t want to,” he smirks back at me, dark eyes gleaming.
I make a disgusted sound in my throat, knowing exactly what he’s implying, and set the bra and thong on top of the tank top. The next item is a pair of thick black socks that get quickly tossed on top of the thong.
“Is any of this even going to fit?” I ask as I grab the last item, a pair of blue jeans, and snap them out.
“Why wouldn’t it? I checked the sizes on the stuff you already have,” he says, just like a man.
“Coy… When it comes to things like bras and jeans, the sizes aren’t always the same across brands. Things can be the same size and fit differently.”
“That sounds fucking stupid,” he says with annoyance.
“It is,” I agree, nodding my head. “I’ll try them on, but they might not work…”
Still being stubborn, even after that, he says, “Darlene helped me pick them out so they should.”
“You shopped with Darlene for stuff for me?” I ask, a little amused at the picture as I grab the bottom of the t-shirt I’m wearing.
It’s one of Coy’s metal band shirts. I don’t know why I keep wearing them, they’re freaking huge on me, but there’s something strangely comforting about wearing his clothes.
I even steal his boxers every chance I get.
“Yeah, she—” he starts and then makes a little choking sound of surprise as I rip the shirt off and toss it away.
“She?” I prompt when he remains silent and turn a little to flash him some side boob.
Yeah, I’m totally not wearing a bra.
Coy loudly clears his throat. “She has some experience buying stuff for chicks.”
“How does she have experience buying clothes for other women?” I ask, my lips stretching into a grin he can’t see as I shove the red pair of boxers I’m wearing down and kick them away.
I love messing with him, especially when we can’t do anything. Teasing him has become one of my favorite pastimes.
And it’s so damn easy.
The man seems to have a constant hard-on for me.
“Goddammit, Allie, where are your panties?!” Coy practically roars and I chuckle.
“I didn’t feel like wearing any today,” I snicker as I grab the thong and bend down to step into it.
As soon as I bend over, I feel the thump of Coy’s boots through the floor.
“Uh-uh,” I say and click my tongue against the roof of my mouth as I shimmy into the thong, purposely wiggling my ass as I pull it up. “Levi’s still awake, and there’s no one else around to keep him busy.”
His boots stop but he’s so close to me now I can feel his heat against my backside.
“He’ll be okay on his own for a little while,” he tries to reason as his hands grab my hips.
“Yes, he will be okay for a little while,” I agree, emphasizing the little while part. “But you know he’s going to get lonely soon and come looking for us.”
Coy’s fingers flex around my hips and his voice gets all sexy and husky as he says, “I only need a little while.”
I can’t help but laugh at that and twist around to poke him in the chest. “Coy, there is nothing little about you. Don’t even try.”
His gaze immediately drops to my bare breasts and I watch pure, primal hunger fill his eyes.
That looks always gets to me and my body instantly warms with heat.
Reaching up, his big, rough hand covers my breast and squeezes.
I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
As his other arm wraps around me and yanks me closer, I groan, “Coy… we shouldn’t.”
He squeezes both my breast and ass at the same time and his head dips down, his lips capturing my lips.
The kiss starts soft, almost sweet, then quickly deepens into something needy and desperate.
I get so wrapped up in the kiss, in his tongue stroking against mine, I almost don’t hear Levi asking, “Mommy? Daddy?”
“Oh my god!” I nearly shriek as I try to shove Coy away.
His hands immediately tighten around me to keep me from escaping.
“What’s up, son?” he asks, panting.
Staring down at me, his eyes warn me not to run away.
And at first, I have no fucking clue why he wouldn’t want me to do it, until I figure out that Levi probably can’t see anything with the way Coy is standing in front of me because the man is so freaking big.
“I was just wondering what you’re doing…” Levi says, sounding entirely too curious.
“I’m helpin’ your momma get dressed,” Coy says and I immediately cringe.
Really, that’s excuse he’s going to give?
“Oh…” Levi says as if he’s accepting that answer.
I start to breathe a sigh of relief.
Then Levi asks, “Mommy needs help getting dressed? Like me?”
Don’t you say it, I warn Coy with my eyes. Don’t you fucking say—