Kingdom's Reign

Chapter 4

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Once the door of the shop closed behind them and cut off the annoying sound of bells, Kingdom rounded on Cutter. “What the f**k were you playing at back there? You tryin’ to push the tattoo chick on me.”

Ambling toward their parked bikes, Cutter shrugged. “Why the f**k not? Did you check out her t**s?” The asshole smacked his lips for emphasis.

Kingdom threw Cutter a vicious warning look. His blood was boiling. First off, he was irritated that when he had walked out, Cutter and Sage’s heads had been joined like Siamese twins as they studied the tattoo book. Then Sage threw her head back and let out a throaty laugh at some lame-a*s joke Cutter had made. The moment Cutter spotted Kingdom, he’d jumped away from her as if he’d stuck a wet finger into a live socket. As if Cutter being close to Sage hadn’t grated on Kingdom’s nerves enough, him speaking about her as if she was a random b***h was blinding his vision to bloodlust red. The woman was bangin’, but she had class. Too much class for Cutter.

The brothers were lawless animals when it came to women. How could he blame them when the female was hot as f**k? Against his will, his imagination conjured up her perky t**s. If he had his way, he’d spend days l*****g and sucking on them. Leave a trail of his marks down, across, and around those two juicy mounds.

Are her n*****s light pink or dark? Either way, I’ll suck and bite the f**k out of them until I leave them both cherry-a*s red.

After they were well loved, he’d f**k her t**s, pressing them tightly around his c**k and marking her n*****s with his come.

His d**k jerked in his Levi’s, and he smacked the center of his forehead with the base of his closed fist. For f**k’s sake, feeling good was never on his agenda.

Kingdom snapped at Cutter, “She ain’t my type. I’d fuckin’ break her.”

Tank noted, “I agree that she looks breakable, but she held her own against me. Made a joke. Sagey-girl ain’t stupid either because she feared me.”

“f**k, Kingdom,” Cutter chimed in, “you ain’t tapped no p***y since Chopper. Trixie’s chewing our ears off about how you haven’t touched her. Mooning over you. Brother, if I have to keep listening to her yappin’ and goin’ on, I’m gonna f*****g lose my mind.”

Kingdom clutched Cutter’s shirt. “You”—he emphasized with a twist, tearing a wound into the cotton—“ain’t my fuckin’ keeper. Stay in your f*****g lane.”

A flash of concern crossed Cutter’s face. Cutter didn’t do concern, so that was worrying in itself. Placing his hand over Kingdom’s clenched fist, Cutter said in a low tone, “She’s hot, and, bro, a different flavor would do you good. A man gets tired of the same s**t every day. Vanilla might be tasty,” he persisted, “at least till you get back in the game.”

Kingdom’s gaze seized on Cutter’s hand. Releasing his hold on his brother, he grunted, “My game’s none of your damn business. Get it straight, motherfucker—you get in my business, and I’ll beat your a*s out of it.”

Cutter swung onto his bike. Straddling the monster, Cutter said, “You’re trippin’ for nothing. We’re tryin’ to help you, King.” Cutter purposely used Chop’s nickname to remind him that Chop wouldn’t have taken his behavior in stride.

He’d damn well make it his business. That was Chop all the way. He’d beat me to within an inch of my life for my own good.

Kingdom mounted his own Harley and grimaced when the inked skin stung underneath the weave of the dressing. Christ, he hated hearing his nickname come out of anyone’s mouth, but it reminded him that his brothers always had his back. They weren’t purposely trying to t*****e him. Leaning over the handlebars, he expelled a harsh breath. They were tough assholes, yeah, but they cared about him. Especially Cutter. That motherfucker was like the fuckin’ plague; he couldn’t get rid of him even if he tried.

Fuck, I must be in a bad state if they’re workin’ to get me p***y.

Kingdom cut a sidelong glance at Tank. “Ain’t you got somethin’ to say?”

Tank grinned back. “Nope. Not in the mood to get my outfit mussed up like Cutter there.”

“Real glad I ain’t gotta kick your a*s too.” Releasing the throttle and revving up the motor, Kingdom took the lead. Tank and Cutter fell in behind him. Through his mirror, he caught Tank’s wink to Cutter. He couldn’t muster up indignation because an image of Sage’s heart-shaped face sidled up beside him like a purring cat rubbing between his legs.