I wait for June to take a seat, before saying my usual thanks; the one I give them every week at dinner. “Thanks for having me for dinner again. I appreciate your hospitality and the food looks delicious.”
“Oh, honey. We’re always glad to have you.” She peers over at her husband. “Right, Ken?”
Ken nods in agreement and places his napkin over his lap. “Of course.”
We all start digging into our food, eating in this awkward silence that we’ve all grown accustom to, until the front door opens, surprising us all.
We all look over at the doorway, at the same time, as Royal walks in dressed in a white V-neck shirt, showing off all of his glorious tattoos and a pair of ratty old jeans.
My heart begins to palpitate, practically leaping out of my chest when his eyes meet mine and he runs his tongue over his lips.
Without saying a word, he walks into the kitchen and then returns with a plate and silverware, taking a seat next to me and digging into the food while everyone at the table watches him uncomfortably.
Ken clears his throat a few times, trying to get his attention, but Royal just ignores him and starts eating.
“Royal,” Ken says tensely. “What are you doing here? A little notice would have been nice. What if we had not made enough dinner? We have a guest.”
Royal looks up from his plate and shoves a bite of spaghetti in his mouth.
“Your father is right, Royal. We weren’t expecting you. It’s rude to just drop in unannounced.” She makes a disgusted face at his long hair falling to the side of his face. “And it would’ve been nice if you had at least pulled your hair out of your face. We don’t want it getting in the food. It’s unsanitary.”
Tilting his head, Royal gives his mother a dark look, before brushing a hand through his hair and slicking it back. “Ken is not my fucking father.”
Feeling uncomfortable for Royal, I turn to him and smile. I’ve never seen a family treat their son as if he’s unwelcome, and it makes me sick to my stomach to witness Royal in his position. “Nice to see you, Royal.”
He smiles back and then looks across the table at Colton, cocking a brow. “How’s it going, brother?”
Staring daggers at Royal, Colton slams his fork into his plate, stabbing at his food. “It’s funny how you decide to show up for a family dinner for the first time in two years. Don’t you have better shit to do, like break up a bar fight or drown in whatever poison it is that you drink at that dirty bar?”
Royal lifts a brow, but just shrugs off Colton’s words as if his opinion doesn’t matter. I don’t blame him. Who is Colton to judge, just because his brother doesn’t live the same lifestyle as him?
“Marie, honey,” June says. “Why don’t you move across the table by Colton? Sorry for the interruption.”
I sit up straight and look around the table, making sure they all see my disgusted face at their behavior. “I’m good. I’d rather sit here, thank you.” I turn to Royal. “Would you like more noodles? Here.” Without waiting for a response, I fill his plate back up with noodles, showing everyone that I’m in no hurry to get rid of Royal.
Assholes . . .
Royal’s hand grips my thigh from under the table as he slowly pulls me closer to him. I don’t think anyone else seems to notice, except for maybe Colton, who growls under his breath while watching his brother’s every move.
Ken looks up from his plate a few times to watch Royal as he eats his spaghetti. His eyes widen as Royal smiles at me and then reaches over to my plate to take a bite of one of my meatballs. “You should move across the table, Marie. Royal here doesn’t have any manners.”
“Her fucking name is Avalon,” Royal corrects him.
Picking up the meatball that Royal bit off of, I place it in my mouth and chew slowly. “It’s fine. I don’t have a problem with sharing. I have too many meatballs anyway.”
I jump and grip the edge of the table when I feel Royal’s hand glide up my leg, pulling my skirt up along the way.
A shaky breath escapes me when I feel him spread my legs open with his pinky and thumb and cup my mound in his rough hand.
“You okay,” Colton questions, looking as if he’s about to stand up.
“I’m fine, Colton.” I hold up my glass of ice water. “I just spilled a few drops of water on my legs. It was an unexpected sensation. That’s all.” That’s no lie.
Royal growls next to my ear and quickly slips two fingers inside of me, causing me to moan against my fork and almost drop it.
I feel as if I’m about to come if he makes any movement. A part of me wants him to stop, while the other part has needed release for a while.
Looking across the table at Colton, Royal starts pumping his fingers in and out, going harder each time Colton gives him a dirty look and grinds his jaw. Being quiet has never been so hard.
Within minutes, I’m clenching around his thick fingers, my intense orgasm sending a surge of heat shooting through my body and a tingling sensation begins in my feet.
“Royal, your plate is empty. I’m sure you have business to take care of,” June says, while looking between the two of us with suspicious eyes.
Taking a few quick breaths, I look the other way and try to catch my breath, hoping that his parents didn’t catch on to what just happened under the table. It was so quick that I’m hoping it went unnoticed.
“I think that means you can fucking leave now,” Colton spits out, while locking eyes with Royal. “You haven’t been welcome here for years, so say goodbye to my girl and leave.”
Royal pushes his fingers in me as deep as he can and smirks, before pulling out of my throbbing pussy. Then he stands up and sucks his fingers into his mouth; the ones that were nowhere close to the food . . . but maybe no one noticed. “Fucking delicious. Thanks for dinner.”
Ken and June watch hard as Royal pushes his chair under the table, locks eyes with me, and then turns and walks away.
I sit here with my heart pounding and my pussy shamelessly throbbing as he disappears out the front door.
Making a quick decision, I stand up and push my chair in. “Thanks for dinner, but I have to run.”
Colton stands up fast as hell and rushes over to stop me, with his parents watching us in confusion. “Don’t fucking leave. He wasn’t even invited. Stay.”
I let out a small laugh of disbelief. “I can see what a great family you all have here. Thanks for having me, but unfortunately I don’t think I fit in here. We’re just different people. I think I’ll leave with my friend. Have a nice night.”
With that, I rush out the door to find Royal leaning against a huge black truck. He lifts a brow and bites his bottom lip as his eyes roam over my heated body. “Follow me.”
Pulling his eyes away, he hops into his truck, watching me from his rearview mirror as I jump into my jeep and prepare to follow him home.
I have no idea what the hell just happened in there, but I think I liked it . . . Shit!
PARKING MY TRUCK IN FRONT of the lake, I turn off the engine and wait for Avalon to make her way down the winding dirt path.
I wasn’t planning on bringing company here tonight—or ever really—but after what happened at dinner, I couldn’t just leave her and pretend that what she did for me didn’t have some kind of an effect on me.
Going to my family’s house is never easy. That’s why I stay the fuck away, but after watching Riley being lowered into the ground earlier today, my heart ached to see something beautiful, so I went where I knew she would be.
My plan was to keep to myself, but when she opened that beautiful, sassy mouth of hers, I fucking reached under the table and allowed myself to show my appreciation.