He waits quietly, giving me the chance to speak. When Gia goes into the kitchen, I tell him all about Mackenzie.
“She’s a teacher? No shit.” He grins, shaking his head. “You got it bad for this bitch, don’t you?”
I grit my teeth, but don’t bother with a reply. I don’t know what’s wrong with me either. Usually, pussy is pussy, and we have plenty of it right here. The women who know the lifestyle and don’t give us shit about it. None of the men have old ladies—the ones that did stepped back to let the new generation take over. When Jameson from the mother chapter agreed to us opening our own chapter here in Western Australia, we knew how important the brotherhood was. And when he came for a visit last year, he said he was happy with the way it had turned out here Down Under, but even he was surprised none of the men here had settled down.
“She the reason you were so short with Gia?” he presses, smirking.
“Gia and Sassy crossed the line trying to fucking mark me. You know that wasn’t done innocently,” I finally say, taking another cold sip of my beer. Some of the club girls want to become old ladies, and they want me to fuck them exclusively. I’ve been tempted to do that just so I don’t have to share with the brothers, but then again, I didn’t want to give any one of the women hope that it would turn into something more.
Lust is quiet for a moment. “You going to fuck the teacher again?”
“I don’t know,” I reply in all honesty. She’s a good girl, with a good head on her shoulders, except for her one night of acting wild with me, which is exactly why she isn’t going to approve of what goes on in here, especially with how we make our money. While we have some legal businesses, our main one is definitely not.
“I know that I’m not done with her,” I admit, even though I know I should be.
My cock wants what it wants.
“You tell her that?”
I nod, my lip twitching. “Fuck yeah, I did. You know what she said?”
“What?” he asks, raking a hand through his short brown hair. He used to have a head full of curls, but recently shaved it all off. The women seem to lust after him even more this way.
“She told me that I might not be done with her, but she’s done with me.”
His eyes widen before he throws his head back and laughs, slapping his palm down on the counter. “Fuck! She might as well have waved a red flag in front of you.”
“It’s a fight she won’t win,” I declare, damning her even more.
If I were a good man, I’d leave her alone.
Let it be.
But I’m not a good man, I’m a Royal Bastard.
And we always get what we want.
“Gia,” I call, and she quickly comes over. I unbuckle my jeans while staring at her. “Come show me just how sorry you are.”
I might want my siren, but right now, another mouth is going to have to do.
“Dad, why the fuck are you walking me into school? I’m not six anymore,” Cash grumbles, his bag hanging loosely off his shoulder. He looks older than most his age, tall and lean with messy hair and a charming face that gets him in way too much shit. I should know, it’s the same face I see in the mirror every morning. His suspension is over, and now that he’s going back, I’ve decided to use the opportunity to see the woman I haven’t stopped thinking about ever since I walked away from her.
“Not here for you,” I grin, and he smirks. I told him what happened with Siren and me, and I also told him to keep his mouth shut.
“Miss Masters isn’t going to give you a second glance. I told you that all the male teachers here want her. And don’t get me started on the boys in our year. They’re all going home and?—”
I cut him off before I turn around and start a fight with some kids. “You handle that, Cash. Everyone better be showing her some respect.”
He stops in his tracks and studies me. “Okay, what the fuck is going on here? You claiming her?” he presses, frowning. “She’s nice, Dad. I don’t want you to fuck around with her.”
My eyes widen in surprise. Gently squeezing his shoulder, I look him in the eyes. “I’m not claiming anyone. You don’t worry about anything. This is not going to affect you. Now, try not to beat anyone up today.”
“No promises,” he murmurs, heading off to his first class, while I head toward the English block. Standing in the open door, I watch her as she searches in her giant handbag for something, grinning to herself when she finds it.
Fuck, she’s cute.
Sweet.