The Biker's Lucky Charm (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV Book 5) by Glenna Maynard (the giving tree read aloud TXT) 📗

“Any request?”

“Lady’s choice.”

“You sure about that? I never did finish watching that period drama based off the books I love.”

I nod and get busy putting Pam’s extra toppings on.

I grab a couple bottles of beer and join her on the couch while our food bakes. I hand her drink off along with some over the counter pain meds for the knot on her head and glance at the screen. “What kind of books you been reading?” I raise a brow as I take in what appears to be a man and woman fucking in the library of a mansion against a ladder.

“Shh,” she shushes me, placing a finger to my lips.

I suck the slender digit into my mouth.

Pam shakes her head, giving me a side eyed glance. “Don’t be getting any ideas.”

“You’re the one over here watching porn, babe.”

“It’s not porn.” She scowls.

“They are totally fucking. No one can act that good.”

“Shut it.”

“I’ll shut you up.” I tease at her nipple that strains against the fabric of her nightie. “Shove my cock down your throat.”

“Quit.” She smacks at my hand.

“You don’t want me touching you then you should’ve picked a different show to watch.” I slide my hand down the top of her nightgown to fondle her tits skin to skin.

“Link.” Her lips part and her legs open.

“Tell me what you want, Pam. Want me to make you come?” I slide my other hand between her thighs. She isn’t wearing any panties. “So full of shit.” My wife is soaked. “Watching them fuck making your horny?”

Her teeth rake over her bottom lip.

“Answer me,” I grit along the shell of her ear, sucking the tender flesh into my mouth.

“No,” she whispers.

“Fuckin’ lying.” I shove a finger in her sweet heat, and she quivers.

She squirms pushing my hand away. “I smell the pizza.”

“This isn’t finished.” I shove off the couch. I grab an oven mitt from one of the drawers then check the pizza. I drop the pan on the stove top, cut the pizza, and put a few slices on a plate for her. I serve my wife and notice she put on a horror film. I chuckle. “You sure you wanna be watching gore while eating? You know that isn’t going to deter me from taking what I want.”

She gives me a look that says that is exactly what she is going for—distraction.

“Eat your pizza and watch your scary shit but after I’m gonna take you to bed. Bury myself in that greedy pussy.”

Three slices of pizza and a beer later Pam is passed out with her head in my lap snoring. I should wake her, but I’m enjoying this moment. She’s more relaxed than she’s been in weeks. Running my fingers through her dark hair I stare at her grateful I haven’t lost her. I took a risk saying I’d go if she wanted me to. I’m glad it didn’t come to that.

Her lips tip into a grin. She must be dreaming something good. My left leg tingles with the pins and needles prickling sensation. I hate to disturb her but I gotta move. I slide out from under her and she doesn’t notice. Before I carry her to bed, I clean up the beer and pizza. I don’t want her to wake up to a dirty kitchen.

In the bedroom I put her in the center of the bed right where I want her. Nightie rolled up over her stomach, I part her tattooed thighs, kissing them as I nestle between them. I work my way to her pretty pink pussy, running my nose along her smooth and soft lips inhaling her womanly scent. I should let her sleep but if there’s one thing I know about my wife, waking her up with an orgasm will put me on her good side.

Taking my sweet time, I lick, taste, and tease her sensitive flesh. Fingering and tonguing. Teasing and no doubt pleasing as her hips begin to buck.

“Honey,” the pet name comes out like a question, but her fingers weave into my hair then tug hard as she pulls me closer. There she is. There’s the woman who loves me and can’t get enough.

The woman I’ve been missing. The woman I lost when shit went sideways between us.

Chapter Ten

I awaken to the friction of my husband’s beard scratching the inner walls of my thighs. My breasts swollen, clit pulsing with need. I know sex can’t fix what’s been broken between us, but I have to forgive for my own sanity. Some may call me a fool. I would too, but they aren’t me. They don’t know that when we’re good that there’s nothing better. I’m not blaming myself for his infidelity, but I do own up to pushing him away when Nickel died. I didn’t know how to handle the range of emotions. Then Murder came to me and gave me the one thing I thought Link and I would never have. A son. A newborn in need of a loving home.

I felt guilty for mourning Nickel. I didn’t love him. Not romantically. He did mean something to me though. I’d slept with him. He tried to give my husband and I the gift of a child. I shoved those feelings away and focused on anything and everything except my grief. I pushed my husband away because I was scared of what he’d think if I told him the truth. I pushed him into the arms of another woman. I won’t make that mistake a second time.

“Honey,” I pant and yank his head closer to my pussy, seeking a closer connection.

My man works my clit with his tongue while fingering me and teasing my ass with the tip of his thumb. Our gazes meet as a shiver slinks along my spine. I curl my toes into the mattress, arching my back.

“That’s it. So wet.” His free hand tweaks my nipple, kneading, rolling, and pinching the taut skin.

My hips knife up off the