Royally Broken by Elle Boon Page 0,42

Let any motherfucker think to hurt those he claimed, and they’ll learn real quick death would be better than what he’d serve. The slaughterhouse down at the Royal Bastards in Tulsa would be getting some tenants, only Keys would be the one who saw to their torture and ultimate burning in that big-ass fireplace that’s seen a lot of bodies.

“Only a worthless fucker, that’s who,” he agreed.

Little Jaxson chose that moment to let out a cry that rivaled a hoard of babies.

“I think little man is hungry and then it’s bedtime for him.” Her breath fanned across his face as she spoke.

Palmer wiggled to get up, freezing as her ass came into contact with his dick which had been hard since he’d pulled her onto his lap. “Don’t worry, sassy girl, I would never force a woman.”

She blinked those blue eyes that had been swimming with tears moments ago. “I know that, Keys. I’m not scared of you.”

“You should be, baby girl.” If she knew the things he wanted to do to her, his sweet little sassy girl would most definitely run for the hills.

He helped her get to her feet, steadying her before he got up as well. His dick was surely thinking it was being strangled with the tight fit of his jeans. “Take care of Hoss. I need to make a phone call.” Before she could move away, he palmed the back of her head, sifting his fingers through all that golden silk he’d always loved, tilting her head back.

“What...” His mouth covered hers, taking in her next breath.

Keys didn’t ask, he took. Before she could freeze up, or he could throw her down on the couch they’d just got up from, he lifted his head. “I knew you’d be delicious.”

Her eyes were glazed, and her lips were moist, begging him to do it again. Little Hoss baby had other thoughts; his cry of impatience made Keys grin.

“Go on, take care of him. I’ll demand your attention later,” he promised, swiping his thumb across her lower lip, rubbing the moisture in from their kiss.

He thought of how she’d look on his bed, legs spread with his come leaking out of her. Fuck, he was so damn hard he actually contemplated rubbing one out in the shower. Only the need to see what the fuck was up with Palmer’s credit card kept him steady.

While she’d been getting Jaxson settled, he’d entered her info into his program that should have all her information waiting for him by now. He grabbed his laptop, looked in the room expecting to see Palmer feeding the boy some of the food they’d bought. His eyes locked on her breast, and the child nursing from her. “Son-of-a-bitch,” he groaned.

Palmer’s gaze locked with his. “I’m weaning him. He only nurses twice a day now.”

Keys didn’t know how any man could see his woman nursing their child and not want to do everything in their power to protect them. He wondered what the fuckstick Thomas had been like, what had been wrong with his brain that made him the monster he’d been. It was the same thing he asked each and every time they’d rescued a victim.

“That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a very long time.” He didn’t say it was the most beautiful when in truth it was. He also didn’t tell her he wanted to see her stomach round with his child and wanted to taste her nipples to see what her milk was like for himself.

“You really do mean that don’t you?”

He nodded, moving back into the room with his computer tucked under one arm. “I don’t say anything I don’t mean, Palmer. That’s one thing you can count on. Another is, I’ll always put you and Hoss above my own needs. You and his safety come first and foremost. If I ask you to do something, I need to know you’ll do it without question. I’m not like that fucker you were tied to, nor am I like your grandfather. I will never hurt you by word or fist. You understand what I’m saying?”

Palmer shifted Jaxson to her other arm, exposing her nipple the boy had been sucking. Keys placed the computer on the side table, dropping to his knees. “Fuck, these are perfect.” He ran his thumb across the pert wet tip, watching her face.

“They’re very sensitive,” she gasped.

A bit of milky fluid appeared when he pinched the hardened nub, loving the little whimper of need that she made.