Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,76
the name Doc. His daughter is Duke’s ole lady.” He didn’t like the way the older man was looking at his mother though, like he could see her without her clothes on, and he liked it. Nope, Scott was not okay with that at all.
“Well let’s have a nice night and don’t be...mean.” She patted his chest again.
“Baby girl, you are racking up the punishments. You know that, right?” He brought her hand up to his lips, nipping her palm.
The little shiver that went down her slight frame made him wish they could skip the festivities and head straight to his room in the back of the clubhouse. Of course, since his mother was there, he couldn’t very well do that without her knowing he was fucking her baby girl six ways to Sunday, dammit. “Let’s go before I toss you over my shoulder and take you to King’s house for a little privacy.”
“What the hell? I don’t remember giving you permission?” King asked, then shook his head. He had his arms full of a box overflowing with packages. “I suppose I’d allow it, but only the basement, not my upstairs master suite.”
“Don’t even think of disappearing on me, you two. Come on, there’s more in here.” Tara waved toward the G-Wagon.
“Here, let me help,” Doc offered.
Twenty minutes later, Scott sat around the clubhouse, which had been turned into a Christmas extravaganza, sipping a beer while he held Talena in his lap. “You happy, baby?”
Frog was playing bartender with lights all around the bar and more strands dangling above, and on every surface, even the dance floor. The only thing that wasn’t wrapped in lights or garland was the stripper poles, but he had a feeling that was only because they feared an injury would occur if one of the women were to slide down the smooth surface.
She leaned against him, her arm around his shoulder. “Very. How about you?”
He bit her earlobe, blowing a puff of air over the little sting. “Hmm, I am. I would be a whole lot happier if we were alone.”
“Hey, I need to borrow your girl,” Ayesha announced from beside him. Lennox was standing back a little, but she too had a little gleam in her eye that had him tensing.
Scott sighed, giving Talena a kiss before helping her stand. “Fine, but no crazy shit.”
Ayesha put her hand over her heart, feigning hurt. “Why, Hollywood. How dare you suggest I do anything of the kind. Why I’m the epitome of good girl, and Lennox, why she’s just plain good.”
“Yeah, you’re both the epitome of good girls gone bad. Listen to Hollywood and behave.” King slapped Ayesha on the ass, making her squeal.
“I swear, women are the best thing that God created.” Duke held his bottle up, waiting for them to agree, and clank their drinks to his. He winked at his woman who sashayed away.
Hollywood tapped his with Duke’s then King’s, nodding. “That they are, brother.”
“What’s the matter, Hollywood? You still look like a man who’s running.” King took a sip of his whiskey looking toward the door the girls had gone through.
“I think T is hiding something. Hell, brother, she’s probably rethinking being with me.” He shrugged, swallowing the last of his beer.
King took another long sip, then sat his cup down. “Hollywood, you can’t defeat your demons if they’re still your friends. You know what I mean?”
He stared at his prez, wondering if he’d drank too much or maybe smoked some bad shit, then it hit him. “Me. I’m my own worst enemy.”
King lifted his glass, raising it in the air. “There you go. You see, you’re the only one who’s hung up on shit that happened. I saw the way she looked at you that day, brother, and I can promise you she wasn’t looking at you like you were some kind of freak or murderer. More like you were her hero. Our ole ladies, they’re not like other women. It takes a certain kind of female to be with men like us. Your girl, Talena, she’s like my Ayesha, and Cosmo’s Tai, and like the other women who find their way into our lives. They got grit and pride, and they know how to handle our bullshit, but still know how things are done. I saw her, and you, brother, need to see her too.” King slapped his shoulder.
“Damn I hate when he’s all poetic and shit, but he’s right. Talena is a ride or die bitch, brother. I know