They’re both bloodied and Jax’s black shirt is lying beside his feet. Watching me, he nods his head and reaches for his shirt.
Blaine steps beside me and cracks his neck, while looking down at Kane as he struggles back to his feet.
“Put your fucking hands up! Now!”
Letting out an angry breath, I throw my hands up to show him that I’m not holding any weapons. Not anymore at least.
The new officer at the scene lines us all up and drops us down to our knees after patting us down for weapons.
He stops in front of me and grabs the top of my hair, forcing me to look at him. “You’re the fucker that–”
Standing up, I shake his hand free and slam my head into his face, causing him to stumble back and reach for his gun.
“Fucking piece of shit! Fuck! Back down to your knees.”
“Calm the fuck down, Ryan,” Knight growls out. “You deserved that shit.” He points at his gun. “Put that shit away. He’s good.”
Officer Ryan flexes his jaw and slowly puts his gun away. “He fucking flew past me to get here and then he was on top of a guy when I arrived. He needed force.”
“The fuck he did,” Mark argues. “He’s been here the whole time. Your mistake.” Mark glances my way and narrows his eyes, before turning away. “Let’s just get these two out of here. That one pulled a gun.” He nods to Kane. “It was self-defense for these three. They were protecting their bar.”
“Fuck!” The dickhead cop yells out when I smirk at him. “Whatever. Let’s just get this shit over with.”
“We’re talking later,” Mark mouths at me, while grabbing Kane.
Turning away, I grip my hair in frustration and stare at the building. That’s when I notice the fucking window.
“Blaine, you fucking dick,” I mutter.
“I told you, Motherfucker,” Jax says to Blaine. “He’s pissed as fuck. Good luck.” With that, he steps through the window, leaving Blaine to take my wrath alone.
“Tell me,” I say stiffly. “I’m in need of a good fucking story right about now.”
“The motherfucker called my cock small.” He shrugs and pulls out a cigarette. “So I showed him who had the bigger dick.”
I clench my jaw. “By throwing him through my window?”
Blaine grabs his dick and thrusts it at the police cars as they pull off. “Fuck yeah, small dicked bitch. How you like it?” He yells.
Pissed as shit, I slap him upside the head. “You’re a fucking idiot.” I grip his shoulder and get in his face. “You’ll always be like a brother to me and I’ll always have your back no matter what, but don’t be so fucking stupid.” I release his shoulder and walk away. “Clean that shit up.”
I hop in my truck and head in the direction that I need to be.
The only place I want to be right now . . .
AFTER ROYAL STORMED OFF AND left me, Madison decided to let herself into my room and hit me with a bunch of annoying questions that only made me want to throat punch her ass.
After about the fifth one, I finally pushed her out the door and shut it in her face. That was me being nice. I wanted to do a lot more. Her giddiness had me twitching to slap her.
I’m beyond annoyed right now and upset at how Royal just tossed me into my bed and left me after the moment we had outside. All I wanted to do was be there for him and he wouldn’t fucking let me.
It hurts how he just pushed me away, especially when I can see how much he’s dying inside, and all I want to do is ease some of his pain.
I’ve been sitting here in bed for the last hour now, playing with my phone and fighting with myself on whether or not I should text him. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet, but every time I get ready to start typing a message out, my heart starts racing so hard that I can feel my fingers throbbing around my phone and I end up tossing it down in anger.
The more I think about what happened though, the more I feel like I need to say something.
“You know what . . . screw you. You just threw me here and fucking left me.”
I unlock my phone for the tenth time and start typing really fast and hard, determined to get my message across before I can change my mind.
Avalon: I can’t believe you just undressed me, tossed me into my damn bed, and left. Who does that, Royal?
It’s a few minutes before I get a response. My fingers almost can’t move fast enough as I work to open the message.
Royaclass="underline" I did what I needed to do at the time. You wouldn’t listen to me, so . . .
Avalon: So . . . that’s what you do when someone wants to spend time with you? You just toss them aside and leave?
Avalon: I really wish you were here right now.
Avalon: I’d . . .
I stop typing and look up as my door flies open to Royal staring me down. He looks a mess, as if he’s just walked through a damn storm to get here. “Yeah . . . what would you do?”
Tossing my phone aside, I sit up straight and crawl over to the end of the bed, keeping my eyes on his dark ones as he sheds his shoes and socks. “You really want to know?” I question with my pulse racing.
He walks closer, stops right in front of me, and places his hands at his sides, showing me that I’m free to do as I wish. “Yeah. Show me.”
Feeling like I’m going to explode if I don’t touch this beautiful man, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down, slamming my lips against his, hard; so damn hard, and it still isn’t enough to satisfy my hunger for him. I feel as if I can never get enough of him and the feeling scares the shit out of me.
His arms roughly grab at me, lifting me up to wrap my legs around his waist. He breathes fast against my lips as he speaks. “You want me here, baby? Huh?” His voice sounds pained, causing an overwhelming feeling of sadness to fill me. “How do you feel when I’m around?”
I close my eyes and tell him exactly how it makes me feel when he’s close. Exactly how I feel at this very moment . . .”Safe. Warm. Needed. Whole. Sexy. Alive. More alive than I have felt in a long time, Royal. You make me feel a lot of things. Sometimes I feel like it’s too much and it’s hard to breathe, but it’s a good feeling.”
He growls against my lips, before slamming me against the wall and ripping my shirt off over my head.
With his lips against mine, he grabs the back of my neck and starts walking us through the house until we’re in the bathroom.
Holding me up with one hand, he quickly turns on the shower water. “Can you handle it hot?” He questions with heated eyes.
I nod my head and grab at his hair. “Scalding,” I say, before pulling on his long hair.
The thought of taking a shower with this man is the hottest thing in the world to me. Fuck if I don’t want to see his naked, inked body, soaking wet as the water drips down his tight muscles.
Setting me down, he reaches for the top back part of his shirt and slowly pulls it over his head, making my damn legs feel weak as he tosses it as the wall.
Royal is like a beautiful, broken angeclass="underline" hard to look at, but utterly impossible to turn away from.
He comes at me slowly, yet it’s so powerful and intoxicating that the air gets sucked straight from my lungs. Every muscle in his body is tense, his tattooed flesh moist with sweat as he stares down at me with an intensity that has me gripping at the wall behind me. He’s breathing heavily, his lips slightly parted as his powerful eyes meet mine and capture them. I’m lost in his darkness, wanting to be right there with him . . . just like in my damn dream.