Royal Savage
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She fixes her ponytail and throws it over her shoulder, clearing her throat. She looks as if she wants to call me out again and jump down my throat, but instead, settles on hearing more. “How is anyone more gorgeous than Jax? I mean look at him. He’s barely human! He can have any girl he wants with just a flash of his smile, and don’t think that I’m not mad that you kept all that from me for three damn days. We’ll talk about that later though.”
Thank fucking goodness . . .
“I have looked at Jax and you’re right; he’s gorgeous. Too gorgeous,” I admit. I reach into the fridge for a water and pull the cap off. “But Royal isn’t just sexy. He’s dark, tempting, and breathtaking. Imagine this: blonde hair, shaved at the sides, but long in the middle, falling to one side, and a thick, long stubble covering smooth, full lips.”
I close my eyes and picture his defined jaw; so perfect and masculine. “His body was like every woman’s wet dream: tall, muscular, sweaty, and covered in ink. Don’t even get me started on those pale gray eyes. I can’t get them out of my head. He’s beautiful, Madi. No lie. Stunning even. Colton doesn’t even hold a candle to his brother. I don’t get how they can be so . . . different.”
We’re both just standing there in silence for a moment, taking it in, before Madison’s phone goes off, scaring us both. She gives me a quick look before walking over to the kitchen, toward her phone. “I need to see this guy to believe it. It makes no sense that a man that sexy would be hiding out. Too bad I’ll probably never get invited back. Jax was freaking out that night.”
She picks up her phone and her snarl turns to a smirk as she starts typing really fast and hard. “I take that back. Jax just invited us to some bar called, Savage & Ink. He said they’re doing tattoos all night and we should hang out. I’m so damn happy that I just went from wanting to slap you, to wanting to kiss you.” She points her phone at me. “So don’t disappoint me again. I’ll forgive you . . . for now.” She smiles.
My heart jumps to my throat in a moment of excitement, but then I remember that Royal wanted to tattoo me. I’m not sure I’m ready for this.
“I don’t know. It was a long day at the salon and I’m kind of tired.” I take another drink of my water and start heading to my room, not interested anymore. I’m still not even talking to Colton. It would be weird to hang out with his brother. “You can go. Just lock the door on the way out please.”
Madison grabs my arm, stopping me from walking. “Ah no. I don’t think so. You’re off till Thursday. You’re coming out. Plus, you owe me.”
“Why?” I smirk. “So you have more time to play with Jax? And I don’t owe you. I had to pee, for the last time. Get over it.”
She lifts an eyebrow and fixes her hair. “Maybe, maybe not. Doesn’t matter. You want to come and I can see it in your eyes. You can’t lie to me, Ava. Don’t forget that. Now go and get dressed. I’m good to go.” She points at my old jeans and baggy shirt in disgust. “You . . . not so much.”
Twenty minutes later, I find myself in the back of a cab, hating myself for caving in. A different cab, thank goodness; although, I have to say this one smells a little like pee and vomit. Still, I would take a vomit, pee cab over the creepy old guy any day. We could have taken my Jeep, but if it involves alcohol of any kind, we always opt for a cab to be on the safe side.
Madison is dressed up to perfection as usual, in a sexy little outfit, and after a lot of convincing I am squeezed into one of her little black dresses. Sadly, I now plan on buying one of my own. I love it way more than I hoped. I’m one of them now.
I can tell by looking at Madison that she’s nervous, and I’m surprised. That rarely ever happens when it comes to guys. She keeps fidgeting with her little heart necklace and peering out the window, as we get closer to the bar. She must really have a crush on Jax.
“Stop fidgeting with your necklace. It’s making me nervous,” I complain. “You look good. There’s no need to try to impress Jax. He’ll be wanting into your skirt by the end of the night. Trust me.”
“I’m not trying to impress anyone,” Madison says, trying to sound convincing. “I’m just worried that you’ll get our asses kicked out again, so please do me a favor and try not to piss anyone off this time.”
“I’ll do my best,” I mutter as we come to a stop. This time I toss the driver some cash and we both crawl out the one door that actually opens.
The first thing I notice when we get out of the cab is Blaine, standing at the side of the building with a girl on her knees in front of him. His head is leaned back, his eyes closed as he grips the back of her hair and roughly fucks her face.
“Holy shitballs!” Madison screams out, drawing unwanted attention to us. “That’s hot.”
Blaine opens his eyes and winks at us with a smirk, before thrusting his hips into the girl’s face one more time and then pushing her away and pulling up his jeans.
Madison grabs my arm, yanking me to her. “He’s sinfully gorgeous and getting head in the damn parking lot, Ava. Call me dirty, but I like this place already.”
I shake my head in disbelief as Blaine approaches us all normal like, as if we didn’t just witness him getting head at the side of the building.
“Damn, ladies. Didn’t know you were coming back, beautiful.” He throws a tatted arm around Madison’s shoulder. “Who’s this fine as shit goddess?”
I take a deep breath and roll my eyes, not sure what the hell we’ve gotten ourselves into tonight. “Madison . . . my roommate and best friend.”
We all look over, as the blonde that was just on her knees walks past us, wiping her mouth off as if she’s proud of getting to taste Blaine’s man meat.
Madison smiles and looks Blaine up and down, taking in every single inch of hard muscle; his dick included. “Your fly is down, sweets. Not that I’m complaining. Damn, you’re packing.” She pulls her eyes back up to his face. “Not that you don’t already know that.”
Getting frustrated, I pull Madison away from Blaine and grab her hand in mine. “Thanks for the show, Blaine, but we’re going to the parlor. Jax asked us to come.”
A sexy smile crosses Blaine’s face as he reaches for the door to let us in. “Follow me, Ladies.”
Thank fucking goodness . . .
“I have looked at Jax and you’re right; he’s gorgeous. Too gorgeous,” I admit. I reach into the fridge for a water and pull the cap off. “But Royal isn’t just sexy. He’s dark, tempting, and breathtaking. Imagine this: blonde hair, shaved at the sides, but long in the middle, falling to one side, and a thick, long stubble covering smooth, full lips.”
I close my eyes and picture his defined jaw; so perfect and masculine. “His body was like every woman’s wet dream: tall, muscular, sweaty, and covered in ink. Don’t even get me started on those pale gray eyes. I can’t get them out of my head. He’s beautiful, Madi. No lie. Stunning even. Colton doesn’t even hold a candle to his brother. I don’t get how they can be so . . . different.”
We’re both just standing there in silence for a moment, taking it in, before Madison’s phone goes off, scaring us both. She gives me a quick look before walking over to the kitchen, toward her phone. “I need to see this guy to believe it. It makes no sense that a man that sexy would be hiding out. Too bad I’ll probably never get invited back. Jax was freaking out that night.”
She picks up her phone and her snarl turns to a smirk as she starts typing really fast and hard. “I take that back. Jax just invited us to some bar called, Savage & Ink. He said they’re doing tattoos all night and we should hang out. I’m so damn happy that I just went from wanting to slap you, to wanting to kiss you.” She points her phone at me. “So don’t disappoint me again. I’ll forgive you . . . for now.” She smiles.
My heart jumps to my throat in a moment of excitement, but then I remember that Royal wanted to tattoo me. I’m not sure I’m ready for this.
“I don’t know. It was a long day at the salon and I’m kind of tired.” I take another drink of my water and start heading to my room, not interested anymore. I’m still not even talking to Colton. It would be weird to hang out with his brother. “You can go. Just lock the door on the way out please.”
Madison grabs my arm, stopping me from walking. “Ah no. I don’t think so. You’re off till Thursday. You’re coming out. Plus, you owe me.”
“Why?” I smirk. “So you have more time to play with Jax? And I don’t owe you. I had to pee, for the last time. Get over it.”
She lifts an eyebrow and fixes her hair. “Maybe, maybe not. Doesn’t matter. You want to come and I can see it in your eyes. You can’t lie to me, Ava. Don’t forget that. Now go and get dressed. I’m good to go.” She points at my old jeans and baggy shirt in disgust. “You . . . not so much.”
Twenty minutes later, I find myself in the back of a cab, hating myself for caving in. A different cab, thank goodness; although, I have to say this one smells a little like pee and vomit. Still, I would take a vomit, pee cab over the creepy old guy any day. We could have taken my Jeep, but if it involves alcohol of any kind, we always opt for a cab to be on the safe side.
Madison is dressed up to perfection as usual, in a sexy little outfit, and after a lot of convincing I am squeezed into one of her little black dresses. Sadly, I now plan on buying one of my own. I love it way more than I hoped. I’m one of them now.
I can tell by looking at Madison that she’s nervous, and I’m surprised. That rarely ever happens when it comes to guys. She keeps fidgeting with her little heart necklace and peering out the window, as we get closer to the bar. She must really have a crush on Jax.
“Stop fidgeting with your necklace. It’s making me nervous,” I complain. “You look good. There’s no need to try to impress Jax. He’ll be wanting into your skirt by the end of the night. Trust me.”
“I’m not trying to impress anyone,” Madison says, trying to sound convincing. “I’m just worried that you’ll get our asses kicked out again, so please do me a favor and try not to piss anyone off this time.”
“I’ll do my best,” I mutter as we come to a stop. This time I toss the driver some cash and we both crawl out the one door that actually opens.
The first thing I notice when we get out of the cab is Blaine, standing at the side of the building with a girl on her knees in front of him. His head is leaned back, his eyes closed as he grips the back of her hair and roughly fucks her face.
“Holy shitballs!” Madison screams out, drawing unwanted attention to us. “That’s hot.”
Blaine opens his eyes and winks at us with a smirk, before thrusting his hips into the girl’s face one more time and then pushing her away and pulling up his jeans.
Madison grabs my arm, yanking me to her. “He’s sinfully gorgeous and getting head in the damn parking lot, Ava. Call me dirty, but I like this place already.”
I shake my head in disbelief as Blaine approaches us all normal like, as if we didn’t just witness him getting head at the side of the building.
“Damn, ladies. Didn’t know you were coming back, beautiful.” He throws a tatted arm around Madison’s shoulder. “Who’s this fine as shit goddess?”
I take a deep breath and roll my eyes, not sure what the hell we’ve gotten ourselves into tonight. “Madison . . . my roommate and best friend.”
We all look over, as the blonde that was just on her knees walks past us, wiping her mouth off as if she’s proud of getting to taste Blaine’s man meat.
Madison smiles and looks Blaine up and down, taking in every single inch of hard muscle; his dick included. “Your fly is down, sweets. Not that I’m complaining. Damn, you’re packing.” She pulls her eyes back up to his face. “Not that you don’t already know that.”
Getting frustrated, I pull Madison away from Blaine and grab her hand in mine. “Thanks for the show, Blaine, but we’re going to the parlor. Jax asked us to come.”
A sexy smile crosses Blaine’s face as he reaches for the door to let us in. “Follow me, Ladies.”
