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We had two whole hogs roasting in pits behind the new clubhouse. Ito spent the first fifteen years of his life growing up in American Samoa, where his parents are from. His father, uncles and grandfather used to roast hogs on special occasions for family get-togethers.
Besides roast hog we were having a boil. The boil had crawfish, shrimp, andouille sausage, corn and new potatoes. We were also serving red beans and rice, baked macaroni and cheese, deviled eggs, fried green tomatoes, maque choux, corn muffins, dirty rice, cheesy grits, potato salad, and sweet onion pie. Fallon’s bakery was supplying all the desserts. We’d have a variety of baked goods.
Satisfied everything looked good I headed upstairs to get ready for the party tonight. I’d asked Nay and Kelsi to help me choose tonight’s outfit.
After a quick shower to wash off the kitchen sweat and shave my legs, again. I shaved them daily but wanted to make certain my legs were smooth tonight. With years of practice, I expertly dodged the scars without a nick. I decided to keep them. They were reminders of my survival. I survived Ty. I know the Kings are looking for him.
But daddy had deep pockets. There’s no telling where he was.
After I reshaved I used a sugar scrub to exfoliate and leave my skin extra smooth. It took a couple of minutes for the natural oils to penetrate my skin. She scrub was homemade using avocado oil, almond extract, and Celtic Sea salt.
Two hours later, I was ready. Never in my life had I taken so long to get ready. Tonight, was special for Gambit and the Voodoo Kings. I want everything perfect. One final once over and I was ready to head downstairs. My hair was wavy and full. Not quite eighties but it was rocking some serious body. It hung loose down my back, stopping shy of my waistband.
The top I wore was made of buttery soft black leather. It was halter style and crosses just below my neck leaving a cat eye swath of bare chest. Beneath my breast there is a thin band of soft leather with lace trim. A pearl brooch clasped the material together at my throat.
My jeans were tight, light blue with a Catrina painted down the right leg. The beautiful skeletal female wore red roses in her black hair. My right leg sported a few well-placed rips. I wore black leather ankle boots with four-inch silver heels. Each boot sported two delicate silver chains with quarter moon charms. I had two bangles on each arm. They’re silver with parts of it blackened. My nails and lips are matching shades of red. Gambit’s gift, the crown heart earrings finished my outfit. Honu was safe in the kennel Gambit had built as a surprise. The man never ceased to amaze me.
The door opened and I turned around as Gambit came in. He stopped mid-step. A look of raw hunger on his face had me instantly wet.
Gambit
EARLIER
I’d had a few last-minute errands to run. Stormy was in charge of the party and had everything well under control. Pops and Trinity promised to monitor her. To make sure she didn’t overdo it. I caught her pushing herself to exhaustion a few times over the last week.
God, I loved this woman. She was doing this all for me. And the club. Yes, I’d hired her to do a job, but somewhere along the way I could tell it became more. The project took on meaning for her. Stormy wanted to make this clubhouse our home. I watched her fall in love with each King as they became her brother.
Same as I watched each of my brothers adopt her. I’d only seen this phenomenon one other time. With my sister. They’d die for her. Not because she’s mine, but because she’s theirs. Their little sister to protect.
A few minutes earlier, I’d checked in with Papa, Pops and Trinity. We had a brief meeting in the new office. It was all dark rich wood, leather, chrome. Until I stepped through the doors, I hadn’t realized Stormy knew me so well. I told her to decorate the office as she saw fit. It was a Harley in office form.
Now I was in front of our suite of rooms. I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. Stormy was on the other side of this door. Dressed for tonight’s part. My mouth went dry at the thought. Pops got her some killer clothing. He’d arranged for a personal shopper to meet them. And go store to store. Someone who’d encourage Stormy to embrace her inner and outer beauty.
Pops chose Dmitri. He owned the salon I sent Stormy to the first week she worked for the club. According to him, Dmitri took one look at Stormy and styled her himself. He personalized her entire day including skin care treatments and did her hair.
Stormy had beautiful hair the day I met her. Dmitri took it beautifully and turned it up a dozen notches.
I adjusted my half-swollen cock and opened the door. A foot past the door I caught sight of her. What I saw nearly brought me to my knees. Stormy wore a leather halter top with lace trim. It covered her scars perfectly. While I don’t care about them, I know she does.
My Queen has voluptuous breasts, and she was currently displaying more than I’d ever seen her wear in public. I growled, closing the distance between us before taking her in my arms and slamming my lips down on hers.
The moment she opened to me; I plunged my tongue inside to taste her. She always tastes so fucking amazing. Stormy moans, leaning into me. I deepen the kiss. By the time I pull away, my cock is rock hard and pushing against my zipper.
“Fuck bébé, you look sexy. I’m going to have to beat a lot of asses tonight.”
“What?” she asked with a smile.
“I’ll beat any man’s ass who looks at you too long. You tell me if anyone touches you.”
“No one’s going to touch me, Beau. I’m yours.”
“You are and soon everyone will know it. Stay close tonight.”
She shook her head with a laugh. “I promise. I will. Stop worrying. Besides you, my love, I have Pops, Trinity and the rest of the Kings to look after me.”
I relaxed a little. She’s right. Plus, the others coming tonight are brothers from another mother. As soon as they know she’s taken. She’s safe. I’d get to that at the top of the evening.
“I’ll chill as soon as everyone knows you're my Queen.”
