always wanted to put her in her place. Did it feel as good saying it as it did watching you do it?” Palmer asked, her eyes dancing with mirth.
“Ah, sassy girl, it was so much better. Hoss here agrees.” He shifted the now sleeping boy onto his shoulder. “What else are we getting in here?”
Palmer snagged a bag of her favorite chips and a jar of salsa.
“Grab me one of each of those too please.” Keys didn’t really want the chips and salsa, but when she stretched onto her tiptoes, her little dress rose, giving him a flash of thighs. He was probably a pervert for enjoying, but again, he didn’t give a shit. Having a baby hadn’t hurt Palmer’s figure, only enhanced it. She’d had a cute little figure at fifteen, just on the cusp of being a woman but now she’d filled out into exactly what he’d known she’d be. Her cute little heart shaped ass was a little rounder, perfect for his hands to hold while he fucked her. Her tits had been on the small side before, but then again, she’d been too damn young and he shouldn’t have been looking. At thirty there was no sign of the teen girl anymore. Her breasts looked like they would fill his palms and then some. Tits and ass were his favorite parts on a woman, next to pussy. You couldn’t beat a tight, sweet tasting pussy that stretched beautifully around a cock. His cock.
“Now who’s the one staring?” She shook the bag of chips in his face, making the baby whimper.
“Ssh, you’ll wake my best friend,” Keys admonished with a grin.
She rolled her eyes. “You’re incorrigible, Keys. Come on, let’s pay for these and get out of here. I feel like everyone is watching us.”
“Shit, now I have that song in my head.” Keys broke out singing a horrible rendition of Rockwell’s Somebody’s Watching Me.
“You’re far from average, Keys.” Palmer looked over her shoulder.
He wasn’t sure what the hell she was talking about. His eyes were glued to that shapely ass he wanted to feel in his palms, he wanted to spank the round globes and see just how pretty they looked with his handprint on them. Shit, he had so many fantasies that surrounded Palmer that had only intensified in the intervening years. Seeing the grown-up version of the young girl he’d jerked off to had him imagining doing such dirty, nasty, possibly illegal things to her his dick was threatening to burst the zipper of his jeans.
“That song, it has a line about an average guy,” she explained. Her cheeks pinkened.
Keys kept his hand on the little boy’s back making sure he didn’t move as he leaned down to Palmer’s ear. “You got that right, Palmer. There is nothing about me that could be deemed—average.”
In his head he counted down from five, getting to the number three before her eyes widened when she realized what he was referring to. That blush bumped up to a brighter hue, making him wonder if she would look like that when she was aroused.
“You’re a bad boy, Keys.”
He caught the finger she shook at him. “I’ve not been a boy for a very long time, sassy girl. You best remember that.”
“Trust me, I’m very aware of what you are and what you aren’t.” She moved to the register, ending their conversation.
Several people stood watching them. He could see the curiosity in their stares, their clear distrust as they looked at him and his attire. He purposefully left his cut on. He was a Royal Bastard; the MC was his family. These good ole people could suck his balls. They’d allowed the bitch Claire to abuse him along with her grown boys for eighteen fucking years, none of them stepping in to help. Not a single person except Palmer. He was back for two reasons. To find out who the fuck the motherfucker in the image Palmer sent him was, and to make Palmer his. Alright, three reasons. To take Palmer and her son back with him when he left.
PALMER HATED THE WAY everyone was watching and judging both her and Silas. Ack, he was Keys now. Her heart was still galloping a million miles a minute, just like it had each time she had been near him. Years hadn’t dulled the affect he had on her. In fact, she was sure it was worse now than it had been when she was a young girl. Back then she knew