Coy’s eyes gleam with laughter down at me. “Yep, just like you, son. Now I need you to leave for a minute so I can finish. Your momma doesn’t want you to see her naked.”
“Okay,” Levi says.
As soon as I hear the door close, I shove away from Coy and hiss, “You dick!”
Laughing, he yanks me back and fends off my slapping hands until he lands another kiss on my lips.
Still unable to resist him, I let him kiss me back into submission until he grinds himself against me with a groan. That deep, sexy groan reminds me that Levi could walk back in at any moment.
“Dammit, Coy!” I growl, shoving him away again. “You need to leave and let me get dressed in peace!”
When he tries to grab me again, I fake going for his balls and he finally jumps away.
“Fuck, why do you two always go for the balls?” he grumbles as he finally backs up enough to put some distance between us.
“Because your balls are the only way to get through to you,” I snicker.
He opens his mouth like he’s going to argue with me but then he must think better of it. Pressing his lips together, he shakes his head.
When he just stands there, staring at me, his eyes starting to warm again, I make shooing motions at him. “Unless you want me to show up at this party naked, you need to leave.”
That seems to get his attention. A look of possessive fury washes over his face, and fuck me if I don’t start to feel turned on again.
“Alright, I’m goin’, I’m goin’,” he grumbles.
He backs up to the closed door then stops and takes a second to adjust the hard bulge in his jeans. “But we’re gonna finish this later, Allie Cat.”
I roll my eyes at his crassness.
Ugh, he’s such a…
Such a…
Biker?
No, that’s not the right word…
I struggle to come up with the word until he turns to open the door and I see the back of his vest.
Royal Bastard.
Yes, that’s totally him, I smirk to myself as I turn back to the clothes on the bed and start getting dressed.
Surprisingly, everything that Coy wants me to wear fits. The jeans are a little tight, especially around my ass, and the bra is shoving my breasts up to my throat, but looking in the mirror, even I have to admit I look hot.
I’m just finishing up my makeup when I hear the door open followed by the sound of his heavy footsteps.
Keeping my eyes opened wide so my mascara doesn’t smudge, I cast a look over my shoulder, expecting him to say something.
When he remains silent, I shove the mascara wand into the bottle and turn to fully face him. “What’s up?”
Standing in the doorway, there’s this strange look of disbelief on his face.
A look that starts to make me feel uneasy.
I cast a quick glance back at the mirror, wondering if I fucked something up. I’ve done my hair, curled it into big, loose waves that fall over my shoulders. And I’ve caked on enough makeup to hide all the bruises that are starting to turn yellow and icky looking.
Maybe I caked the makeup on too thick?
“What’s wrong, Coy?” I ask, a little annoyed as I glance back at him and he’s still looking stupefied.
Coy swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, before he croaks, “Nothin’s wrong.”
I put a hand on my hip and flip my hair before I narrow my eyes at him. “Then why are you looking at me like that? Did I mess something up?”
His gaze drags down me slowly, like he’s burning the image into his mind, then he shakes his head. “Fuck no, you look fuckin’ amazing, Allie Cat.”
His compliment instantly fills me with pleasure.
“Then what’s the problem? What’s turned my big, bad biker into a dumbfounded mute?” I smirk as I strut up to him.
“Dumbfounded mute, huh?” he growls.
Reaching out, he snakes his arm around me and pulls me close as soon as I get within grabbing distance.
“Yeah… dumbfounded mute,” I drawl out as I continue to smirk up at him.
“Woman…” he growls even deeper before he tips his head down like he’s going to kiss me.
I immediately shove away from him. “Don’t! You’ll mess up my lipstick.”
Face setting with a stubborn determination I’ve become quite familiar with over the last few days, he tries to yank me back.
Knowing he’ll get his way if I don’t distract him, I ask, “What do you have on your arm?”
Something black and made of leather is draped over the arm not reaching for me.
Coy blinks at me then looks down at his arm like he completely forgot what was there.
“Oh, this?” he smirks. “It’s something else I want you to wear. Turn around, babe.”
“What I’m already wearing isn’t enough?” I ask skeptically as I turn to do as he said.
Coy answers with only a grunt.
I already feel like biker barbie in the getup I have on, but once he slides my arms into a leather vest, I feel even more badass.
“My very own vest?” I snicker. “Oh my god, Coy, we totally match now!”
Once his hands drop away, I tug a little on the vest to position it. While it’s black and made of soft leather, it’s nowhere near the size of his. The one he slipped on me is cut to be form-fitting around my breasts and only goes down to my waist.
Grabbing his hand, I drag him over to the mirror to look at us together.
“We are so one those couples!” I squeal and bump into his hip as I take in our reflection.
I’m trying hard to rile him up a little over this, but again, he’s strangely silent.
He doesn’t even look at the mirror when I start making faces at him.
No, his eyes seem to be glued to my back and there’s this intense look on his face.
He doesn’t move either until I ask, “What’s on the back?”
I try to twist around to look but he grabs me by the hips to stop me.
“What the fuck, Coy?” I growl, confused and growing irritated again.
“What do you think is there?” he asks, sounding almost as irritated as me. “It’s the Royal Bastards patch.”
I frown. “Is that all?”
“Yup,” he grunts, but he’s still staring at my back.
I drag out, “Okay…” but I don’t believe him for one second.
Something else is definitely going on here. Something sneaky.
“What time is it?” I ask, letting him think I’ve dropped it.
“’Bout time to go. Darlene is already here,” he answers as I grab his hand and slip my fingers between his.
“Awesome.” I smile up at him. “Let’s do this!”
His own sexy lips curling up with a hint of a smile, Coy begins to lead me out of the room.
I let him lead me all the way up to the door before I yank my hand back.
“Oh, I forgot my purse!” I say and make a quick dash for the mirror before he can stop me.
“You won’t need—” he starts to say then curses, “Shit!” when he realizes what I’m doing.
Twisting my back to the mirror, I glance over my shoulder and feel a cold fury wash over me when I read what it really says on the vest.