Lakelyn Chapter 21
I saw Brutus come to get Rémi and take him into sanctuary. I knew what it was about. Yesterday, during one of our talking sessions, while we rested, Tyrant asked me if it would bother me to have Rémi around. I asked him why he would stay. Tyrant refused to answer until I did.
I explained that while I understood why he did what he did, I’d protect my family no matter what, too, but I still felt slightly uneasy when I saw him.
I kept recalling him trying to kidnap me.
However, the way he’d gone with the club to take care of Jean-Baptiste and Hugo and then stood firm through Mera’s punishment showed he had the potential to be upstanding and loyal.
Rémi couldn’t doubt his fate if he went against the club and talked.
I could let the past go between us if he remained steadfast.
That’s when my man told me of his idea to offer him the opportunity to prospect. He wouldn’t do it if I were uncomfortable with it or opposed to it. We’d talked about it for a long time before we were both satisfied. Tyrant said he planned to speak with Cobra about it.
When he came home before sanctuary, Tyrant told me about his conversation earlier with Rémi and the plan to ask the club brothers to vote on it.
I was anxious to hear their decision. My anxiety wasn’t out of fear, though, so that told me I was closer to accepting Rémi’s presence if they offered him the chance.
They weren’t in there for more than ten minutes when I heard the loud chatter of male voices and the thunder of booted feet.
I glanced over to see the other Kings, the sluts, and my brother were watching the entrance.
Their voices sounded happy, but that didn’t mean they said yes.
I knew it was party time, and I’d been warned it would get even wilder due to guests.
As they entered, I searched for my man and Rémi.
I found them bringing up the rear. Based on the hand on Rémi’s shoulder and how the guy was smiling, I had my answer.
He’d been voted in. Now, the hard work will begin.
Again, my man had educated me on some of the things they went through to earn their patch and road name.
It wasn’t easy. When they were all in the center of the room, the music was turned down, and everyone turned to look at my man.
“Before we get to the fun, I wanted to inform everyone that we’ll celebrate something more tonight. The Kings of Anarchy of Nebraska have just gained a new prospect. Let’s welcome Rémi Matisse, and may the torture begin.”
Tyrant gave the poor guy an evil smirk, which was reflected all over the room, and dark chuckles accompanied it.
Oh, boy, this would be fun. I hadn’t seen them do anything crazy to Drax and Knife, but they had been here for a while, and maybe they’d gotten through their hazing.
I was pleased to see Rémi didn’t flinch and seemed to be taking it in stride.
As soon as he finished, Tyrant slapped their new prospect hard on the back and twirled his finger in the air.
The music was turned back up, and with his eyes zeroed in on me, Tyrant made his way through the crowd to my side.
As if he hadn’t seen me in days, he yanked me close and assaulted my mouth, but it was an assault I embraced and returned.
I was not only breathing hard when he pulled away sometime later, but I was thoroughly aroused.
I wanted to drag him to a dark corner and have my way with him.
Or let him have his way with me. My nipples were hard, fiery nubs, and my pussy was growing slicker.
The look on Tyrant’s face told me he knew the state I was in.
He winked. To ensure I wasn’t alone in my pain, I smiled up at him as I boldly cupped his cock through his jeans.
The lump was huge and rock hard, as always.
I kneaded it, then mimicked stroking it. Tyrant groaned.
“You keep that up, and I’ll bend you over a table and fuck you raw, doux bébé. I won’t care who sees it.” He growled out his warning.
His threat, or more like a promise, sent darts of desire shooting through my body, increasing my slickness.
I’d always fantasized about being taken in a room full of people.
Something about that was so forbidden yet sexy to me.
I’d never been tempted to do it while awake, but his words made me want it. Tyrant was waiting for my reaction.
I gave him a seductive smile as I kept playing with his erection. “You give me a little time and let the party begin in earnest, and I just might let you do it,” I said.
I stunned him. His face said it all.
“Don’t fuck with me that way, Lakelyn. I’ll do it,” he warned.
“I would never tease you about something like this, honey. Let me think about it and relax. I admit, I’ve fantasized about such a thing, but I have never been tempted to do it with someone until now. My pussy is so wet just imagining it.”
“Jésus-Christ, je ne peux pas te croire. Putain, c'est parfait.Jésus-Christ, je ne peux pas te croire. Putain, c'est parfait. Jesus Christ, I can’t believe you. Goddamn perfect,” he hoarsely muttered as he put his hand over mine on his cock and squeezed. I tightened my hold.
Thank God I was beginning to pick up French. Even though our ancestors were from France, I’d never learned it. It let me know what he was saying when he slipped into it. I was about to tell him we should find privacy when Cobra walked up.
“Sorry to interrupt, Pres, but you have that one other thing that needs to be done. The liquor is flowing, and the women will be coming in soon. They’ll be drunk or fucking later.”
I had no idea what else they had to do, but I wouldn’t interfere. I gently patted Tyrant’s bulge, which Cobra saw and grinned about. I couldn’t care less.
“Go take care of work, baby, and then you can take care of me,” I whispered.
“Like I said, perfect. Stay right here. Don’t move,” he ordered.
As I nodded, he pressed a hard, though brief, kiss to my lips, and then he walked away with his VP.
They’d barely left when Alice approached me.
I hadn’t gotten a chance to speak to her tonight.
I’d been busy making sure everything was ready and talking to the other Kings, who were a flirty bunch. They made me laugh.
“Hey, Alice, how’s it going?” I asked.
“It’s okay. I wanted to let you know I took your advice and talked to my friend’s family.
They staged an intervention last night. It was rough, with a lot of screaming and accusations thrown at them, as she did to me, but it worked.
I got the call from her not long ago. She apologized and told me she’s checking into a treatment program next week. I can’t thank you enough,” she said.
I was thrilled for her and her friend and couldn’t stop myself from hugging her. Alice slowly returned it. I knew I’d surprised her. After we parted, she excused herself. Before I could check for Tyrant, my brother came up to me.
“It seems it’s real. We’re free of them.”
I knew he meant the Jacquots. We’d talked yesterday about how surreal it seemed and how it hadn’t sunk in yet.
“Yeah, I believe it is. We can do whatever we want without hiding or looking over our shoulders. And it’s time for you to start school. We need to sit down and go over where you’ve applied and where you haven’t. I’m sorry I’ve been rather tied up in other things.”
“You mean you’ve been held captive and sexed up by Tyrant. I still can’t believe my sister is with a biker, and him no less, but I can see he makes you very happy and loves you. And you feel the same way. It’s only because of that that I agreed.”
“Agreed?” I asked, puzzled.
His eyes flickered, and then he grinned.
I watched him step away from me. I was about to go after him when it registered that the room was quiet again, and all eyes were on me.
A second later, something heavy was draped over my shoulders and back.
I jumped and whipped my head to the side to look back.
I found Tyrant standing there. He was smiling at me.
Then, I glanced down, and that’s when I saw the heaviness was due to a leather vest. My heart skipped, and my mouth went dry.
Was it? Tyrant lifted it off me. I was about to protest when he held it up and slowly turned it around.
“I know you already said yes, and I should’ve waited until this came to claim you, but I couldn’t. So this is backward. I’m asking in front of all these witnesses. That way, if you say yes a second time, you can’t wiggle out of it,” he teased.
His answer drew chuckles from the crowd.
I pretended to consider it as I soaked up the look of the property cut.
I had heard of them, but no one here had one since I was the first old lady in this chapter.
While others had old ladies in the Ohio and South Dakota chapters, their men left them at home due to the danger. I looked forward to meeting them.
The back had the club’s emblem, along with the words Kings of Anarchy MC.
Unlike Tyrant’s, which also has Nebraska on it, mine reads Property of Tyrant.
On the front, where he had his name on his cut, mine had six words.
I swallowed when I read them. The first was Mon Doux Bébé, and the following line read Our Royal Highness.
Tears of joy stung my eyes. I not only had a man who loved me, but I’d gained a whole family.
I thrust out my arms. “You’re goddamn right, I accept. And if you try to run, these witnesses will testify that you gave it to me. Try and weasel out and see what happens,” I mock-warned him.
Tyrant’s crow of joy startled the others as he came closer and slid it on. When it was in place, he used the front sides to yank me against him and steal another mind-altering kiss. As cheers rang out everywhere, I let myself sink into bliss.