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“So, he can walk me down the aisle?” I tried.
“No, so you could lay your eyes on your brother, like you’ve been on about.”
Sitting back, I frowned. “I’ve seen him. Tatted up, ragged, and about ready to mount some floozy. He didn’t seem happy to see me.”
“I’m sure he was just flustered from being cock blocked,” Kingpin murmured. “Speaking of which… we’re about to be interrupted once Connie and Angel get here.”
Leaning into it, I couldn’t resist his kiss. He rarely tasted like whiskey anymore, not during the day, which made my heart happy. He was drinking less for his health, so he’d be around for the kids. Kingpin realized he was getting older and wanted to grow old enough to see his kids make him proud. He’d quit smoking too, except on the rare occasions. He’d taken to eating pistachios, breaking away the shells, somehow replacing one addiction with another.
Those were a couple of my wins that made me melt under his touch. President or not, my ol’ man had really been trying to make our marriage work and for the most part it worked so well. Nevertheless, while his hands were all over me, beggin’ for more, I couldn’t help focusing on what didn’t work.
Breaking our kiss, I couldn’t keep it from tumbling out. “We weren’t careful last night. You know I don’t want to get pregnant again.”
“We were drunk, Love. And if it happens, it happens.”
I didn’t want to have this argument, so I had another. “You’ve got to promise me you won’t fuck some whore before our wedding at your bachelor party. Or afterwards, for that matter.”
Kingpin leered at me as he reached for my waistband. “What are you going to give me in exchange for my celibacy, Love?”
He found this funny. I pushed his hands off. “Beau, I’m serious. First of all, there are over two dozen new whores at the clubhouse just dying to give the president of the Royal Bastards a real good time,” I grumbled.
Biker smirked, proud as a peacock. “You said you were okay with a bachelor party.”
“I am, in theory, but I wasn’t thinking about all those naked skanks, new ones even… lap dances. Lordalmighty, who knows what else.”
“Come on, Eve. You know our parties. What do you expect me to do? Not get a lap dance?”
Huffing, I shoved him. “Oh, honey. Bless your heart. Let me break it down for you. There will be no orgy.”
He caught my wrists. “I ain’t even allowed to watch? You wanna fight about this? Or do you wanna fuck?”
“So, ya think you’re gonna to get lap dances… and watch… what else?” I made my choice. Fighting it was.
Kingpin had other plans. He descended on me, lifting my shirt and kissing my belly, speaking against it. “I don’t rightly know. I’ve never had one of these before.”
“Well, if you’re fixin’ to do anything. I should too,” I said, getting his attention. “I’ll get a lap dance too.”
“Fine by me,” Kingpin said. “I’d watch the fuck out of that shit, a whore grinding her pussy on you.”
“Not a woman, Beau, a man. A big ol’ dick grinding on me.”
Those words stopped him in his tracks.
“I can have strippers, too. I can have an orgy, too,” I reminded him.
He stopped trying to butter me up and came up to meet my eyes. His eyes narrowed as he grasped I was talking about a lap dance and all that with men. “I’ll be damned if that’s gonna happen. Where’s this party you’re having?” he asked while baring his teeth.
Pursing my lips, I thought twice before telling him it was at Bootsie’s. Of course, he’d be mad I hadn’t discussed it with him. “Not sure yet,” I blurted. Maybe I’d change my plans, so it wasn’t exactly a lie.
Kingpin bought it. “Well, Love, I’m done pulling your leg.” He took my hand, fingering the wedding ring I already wore. “I have no plans to be with another woman, you see, I’m already spoken for.”
I blushed with a smile.
Taking off his cut, my ol’ man went on, “My ol’ lady’s real special, this real foxy blonde, with big titties and the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted. And the mouth on her… it’s not worth it to get on her nerves. I wouldn’t hear the end of it…”
Although he was teasing me, I felt relieved. Kingpin and I had an understanding. I verbalized it to make sure. “Okay, you keep your pants on, and I’ll keep mine on. Deal?”
“Deal,” Kingpin muttered into my hair. “We’ve got about an hour before Church, and I’m done talking.”
