Unveiled Wishes (Iron Shield MC #2)

14. The Park Avenue Prince

Chapter 14

The Park Avenue Prince

E mily

“So?” my brother asked, his tone betraying his smile. Eric had been trying for over an hour to get me to tell them what had happened at the bar. He’d tried everything from sweet talking to bribery, but his game wouldn’t work this time. The women had welcomed me into their circle, and I would not betray their trust. Snitches got stitches, and I had a low pain tolerance.

“So?” I answered, using the same tone but smiling back at him. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize my place in the circle of trust. I wasn’t the weak link, and my brother had another thing coming if he thought I would bend to his demands. If something had happened that they needed to know, I would have had no problem telling them. The two most important men in my life were just being nosey.

“Did you have fun?” Tyler asked me, kissing the top of my head. I sat on the couch, curled up at his side. There would be a conversation later about the future, but for right now, I felt like a princess. I didn’t mind that my prince wore leather and a club cut. All the puzzle pieces were clicking into place, and it just felt like the right time to explore what could be.

“I did, thanks.” I didn’t care how good his kisses were, he still wouldn’t weasel any information out of me.

“Am I supposed to ask what this is?” Eric pointed between Tyler and me, sitting opposite us.

I didn’t know how to respond to Eric. I’d been skeptical when he’d first told me he was prospecting for a motorcycle club. He had made it sound like it was just a group of guys who liked to ride bikes and throw the occasional party. Naively, I’d accepted that explanation at face value. However, when the women had informed me about the club’s cartel problem, a chill had run down my back. The thought that I could lose both of them made my stomach turn. I’d rather uproot my whole life just to be closer to them.

“It’s the start of something, and we’ll leave it at that.” I yawned, laying my head on Tyler’s chest. “What did you two do while we were gone?”

“Bitched. Drank. Bitched some more.” My brother raised his beer bottle and took a swig, letting out a loud belch when he was done.

“That’s sexy,” Tyler said, raising his bottle in a mock toast before taking a drink.

“You would never know that he went to etiquette school,” I chimed in, snuggling closer to Tyler as his arm tightened around my shoulders.

“What the fuck is etiquette school?” someone asked from around the pool table.

“‘The Park Avenue Prince’ over there spent three years learning how to speak clearly and with influence when dealing with men of equal stature.” I grinned, but then it became a full smile as I set my brother up to be teased.

“How do you do that, How?” I couldn’t have been happier that my brother was about to be roasted.

I watched as the good humor fell from Eric’s face. His eyes were blazing at me, but all I did was smile even wider back at him. His expression didn’t faze me. I was his little sister, and if he had left me alone, I would have done the same. Besides, he sucked at interrogations.

“How about I beat your ass, and we’ll call it lesson number one?” Eric called over his shoulder.

“Sound like you have a hot poker up your butt,” I chimed in, causing most of the brothers on this side of the room to look at me. I demonstrated. “You know. Pahk the cah at Hahvahd Yahd.”

It took them a minute, and then the room filled with laughter.

“I am going to enjoy having you around, Little How.” Op flopped down onto the end of the sofa near my feet.

“I am not coming back if you call me Little How,” I shot back. “I know we look similar from behind, but no.” I’d spent too many years in my brother’s shadow, and while we had a good relationship, I wasn’t answering to that. Now, if he called me Mrs. Zook, I’d consider it.

“Law. Nah, that won’t work. I am not good at these games.” Op scratched his head as he ran through a few other nicknames, discarding each one.

“What games?” Tyler asked him, looking confused.

“The naming ones.” Op looked at him like he was crazy.

“You’re trying to give her a road name?” my brother interjected into the conversation.

“He must have made amends somehow,” Op said to my brother, pointing at Tyler, then at me, and back again. “You better get used to it because somehow, she’s going to stay.”

Eric sighed, and his face crinkled like he was thinking about all the possibilities. “As long as I don’t have to see or hear anything, I am good.”

“Until he knocks her up, and you realize how that kid came into the world.” Op continued, pointing at Eric, “Every time you look at it, you’re going to wonder which position did the trick.”

“Fuck,” Eric said, finishing his beer and setting the bottle down on the table next to him.

“Yup, it’s bedtime.” Tyler sat me up gently so that he could stand. He offered me his hand.

“See? Bet you’re thinking about it now,” Op directed at Eric, still pointing.

“God, I am going to need bleach.” Eric rubbed at his eyes.

“Or a woman of your own,” Tyler directed at him, steering me towards the hallway.

Passing Aunt E’s room, I could hear the TV on. She’d said goodnight to everyone earlier and headed straight to bed, claiming the evening had been too exciting for her. I liked Aunt E, and she’d taken me under her broken wing like one of her nieces.

“Sometimes, Thunder watches TV with her,” I whispered to Tyler.

“I am not surprised,” he replied with a knowing smile. “Can I watch TV with you?”

I pinched his side playfully, making him flinch and laugh. It probably hurt me more than it did him. “They’re cute together.”

“Don’t encourage the matchmakers,” Tyler said, shaking his head. “They already know, but they give Aunt E her space. If I was her, when she’s fully healed, I’d still pretend not to listen to them.”

“Sometimes, I hear her TV on in the middle of the night. It makes me want to go check on her, but I am not sure if she’s watching it or just using it as background noise. I would hope she would call out if she needed something, but I just mostly mind my own business.”

“Better safe than sorry.” He opened the door to my room, letting me walk in first. I wasn’t even a few steps into the room before he had me pinned against the closed door. “Worry about your own love life.”

“Why? It’s getting better by the second.” I wrapped my hands around his waist and tucked them underneath his shirt. Letting my fingertips graze his bare skin, he leaned over me, his elbows against the door near my head.

“I am sorry, Em. I didn’t see any other way to make it work, and I didn’t want you stuck with me. Please forgive me. I only said those things because I knew they would hit hard, and I was livid at the situation. I was going to end up losing the one bright spot in my life.” His stare burned into mine, the longing clear in his gaze.

“I read the rough drafts. They hurt more than the original letter, but I understand it all now. I wouldn’t have then, even if you’d tried.” I gently pulled him closer, pressing his forehead to mine. “We’re going to have to compromise because I don’t want to be without you. If there’s a chance I am going to lose you one day, then I want to live now. I don’t want to waste time over miscommunication.”

“Tomorrow.” He kissed me. “Tonight, I just want to be with you. The rest of it can wait.”

I pulled my hands from his shirt and ran them up the front of his chest to his shoulders. My hands glided over his biceps, down the muscles of his forearms, until I reached his wrists. I tugged gently until he lowered them to his sides, forcing him to stand straight. I traced my path over, never letting my eyes stray from his. Reaching again for his shoulders, I slid his club cut down his arms until I held it in my hand. There was a hook near the bedroom door, and I turned around to hang it there.

He wrapped his arms around my front and pulled me back against him, whispering in my ear, “You’re absolutely beautiful, and sometimes I have a hard time looking at you. It reminds me of what I lost, and now I want to hold on tight and never let go.” His fingers danced over my hip. “I don’t want to rush you, but all I'm hearing is that you’re mine. If this isn’t what you want, you need to tell me, and I’ll back off. It’ll be hard, but I’ll do it for you.”

“No,” I said simply.

“Last chance,” he whispered directly into my ear.

“I am yours,” I said, with conviction.

He said nothing as his beard tickled my neck. As he slid the strap of my blouse aside, I felt his tongue lick a path from behind my ear, down my neck, and over my shoulder.

“Your skin is soft,” he whispered, pushing the other strap off and licking the same path on the other side. “The zipper in the back is convenient. Something to think about when you buy new clothes.”

“Why? Are you going to rip them off of me?” This was one of my favorite shirts. If that was one of his kinks, I’d buy clothes I didn’t care about.

“Not this one. This is hot, but one day.” He sucked on the back of my neck and then licked the area, cooling it down.

I tilted my head down so that he’d have more room to work, but when he’d had his fill, I felt his teeth scrape down my neck. I couldn’t see him, but I heard the zipper slowly lower until it came apart at the bottom. Imagining that he’d used his teeth, I rubbed my legs together to relieve some of the pressure. The back of the blouse opened, and I felt his fingers flick it off of my shoulders, letting it hit the floor.

He held my hips as he went back to sucking on the skin between my neck and shoulders.

A low moan escaped my lips.

“I like that sound, Em. It does something to me.” He pushed against my ass as his grip tightened on my hips, making sure that I could feel his hard outline. He ran his fingers underneath the leather pants I wore until they reached the snap and zipper. Undoing both, he peeled the pants down my legs until they reached my ankles. Lifting my feet, he took off my shoes and made me kick out of the pants. Both ended up in the pile with my blouse, as I stood in front of him in my undergarments. “How did I get so lucky?” he murmured against my calves as he ran his hands up the muscles to the globes of my ass. Sliding my panties to the side, I felt him bite my left ass cheek.

“Hey!” I squeaked, surprised.

“Just marking my territory,” I heard from behind me.

I tried to turn around, but his hands were at my hips, forcing me to stay where I was.

“You ever been with a man, Em?” he asked, his cheek laying against the skin he’d just marked.

"Are you taking notes or curious about the competition?" I didn’t know what to say to something like that. Should I tell him the truth? Will that make him stop?

I felt the heat of his breath against my skin, followed by a low, dark chuckle. "The only notes I'm taking are the ones your body’s giving me. There’s no competition when I’m the only man you’ll ever crave and the last one you’ll ever need."

I took a minute before answering him. “No,” I sighed. "I wasn't interested enough." I hadn’t been able to date like a regular teenager, and by the time I went to college, Tyler had consumed my life with his letters. The only man I knew now was Christopher, and I’d rather face death than let him touch me. “It just happened that way.” I didn’t want Tyler to think I’d been waiting all this time when it had really been a non-issue. The longer I went without a man, the more I simply forgot about it.

He let out a hissing sound. “I know you haven’t been waiting for me, but I feel like this is right. I get to be the one to claim you, inside and out.” He slid my panties to the floor and unsnapped the clasp of my bra, making sure that they landed in the pile of clothes.

I was completely bare to him.

He must have taken his shirt off because it sailed over my shoulder and landed on top of my stilettos. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he settled my back against his chest. “Relax, I’ll take care of you.” His hands roamed over my skin as his lips settled back at my neck.

I melted at his touch. I had imagined what it would feel like to be with him all those years ago. This was better than my imagination. It felt right, as I settled against the solidness of his body, leaning against him so that I could remain on my feet, my hands grasping his forearms to ground me to this moment.

“Let me worship you,” he said against my neck. My feet leftthe ground as he picked me up bridal-style and laid me in the middle of the bed.

My hands instantly reached out for him as my eyes soaked up as much of his body as possible.

He unsnapped his jeans and inched the zipper down slowly. His movements captivated me as he revealed the skin underneath, right above his boxers. There were black lines tattooed into his pelvis, and I wasn’t sure what the design was supposed to be.

Tyler followed my line of sight, realizing that I was looking at the tattoo. When he lowered the edge of his boxers, I saw it was a fire-breathing dragon. It wrapped around the back of his hip, laying perfectly along his adonis belt.

He snapped the edge of his boxers back into place and crawled over me, not stopping until his elbows cradled my head. “I sent the last letter, and then I was a moody asshole. It was just another day for my military team, but to me, I’d lost everything. We had a few days leave, and I found a tattoo shop. Dragons are supposed to represent beasts that hoard their treasure. I wanted to do the same thing with you.”

“Why is it there?” I asked, gripping his wrists in my palms.

“I had visions of you exploring it one day.” He leaned further down, so that his mouth was at my neck. “With your tongue.”

A groan escaped my lips.

“That’s it. Let me hear you,” he rasped against my skin. Tyler took his time memorizing my body. He sucked at my neck. Licking further down, his face nestled in the valley of my chest. His hands broke my hold on him, lightly grazing the areas he’d already adored until they cupped my breasts, squishing his face.

I reached for the back of his head, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to my side.

“Don’t move,” he said, his voice several octaves lower. “Don’t worry about me. I am having the time of my life.”

He went back to my breasts, massaging them as he tasted the valley in between.

I squirmed on the bed, trying to ground myself to anything I could hold onto, eventually grabbing fistfuls of the sheets, twisting them in my hands as I pushed my hips against him. I wasn’t gaining any traction, but I could rub my lower half against his pelvis. It worked to relieve some of the pressure that had been building, but I knew it was only because I didn’t have any experience.

Tyler released my breasts and moved further down until he lay between my legs, forcing them open and setting the backs of my knees on his shoulders. He plunged into my center with his tongue, and I shrieked from the sensation.

My eyes focused on the ceiling as my knees tried to push against him again. I wanted more, but I also wanted to pull away. It was too much and yet not enough. Sounds that I had never heard came from my lips. I lost myself to the sensations until my stomach tightened and my muscles spasmed. My mind was blissfully numb. This wasn’t my first orgasm, but I’d never known such ecstasy. Would I have felt this good with any man or just Tyler? It didn’t last very long, but before I could catch my breath, he was building me up to fall again.

“Tyler,” I moaned, needing to remind myself this was real.

“That’s right. I am the only who’s ever going to make you feel this way.”

My back arched, and I gripped the sheets tighter, hearing a ripping sound. I felt too good to care. This time, I rocked my hips against his mouth. I’d plunge myself further on his tongue, and when it became too much, I’d rock my ass further back into the bed, away from him. It wouldn’t last long as he followed my movements until it all became a blur. Falling over the ledge, I didn’t know how I’d gone without for so long. My brain pounded one man’s name: Tyler. He was the only one who’d ever set my heart ablaze.

Tyler climbed off the bed, and I tried to close my legs, but I couldn’t move. He walked over to his jeans and removed his wallet, sliding a condom into the palm of his hand.

“Should I be worried that you have a condom in your wallet?” I didn’t recognize my voice. It was sex bomb meets two packs of cigarettes a day.

He chuckled and dropped his boxers onto the floor. “I don’t normally, but I was hoping your trip to the bar tonight would help.”

Tyler turned around, and my eyes widened as my jaw dropped. “Is that…?” I asked, not brave enough to finish the question.

“Yeah, it’s a Prince Albert piercing, but you’re warm and wet enough to take me without a problem. Watch out for the quiet ones, Em.”

I was speechless as I stared at him.

He climbed onto the bed, gathering me into his arms. “You alright?” he asked, watching me closely for any sign of distress.

I wasn’t sure what my face looked like. I wasn’t afraid of him. He would never hurt me, but this was a fresh experience, and I had to pick a man with a piercing for my first.

He placed his lips at my ear. “I am sorry, Em. I should have taken you out. Showed you off with wine and dinner, but I am a selfish bastard. You’re here, in this bed with me, and I am not letting go.” He turned my cheek so that he could kiss my lips. “Feeling good?”

I nodded my head. It was all I was capable of.

“Feel me,” he said with a dark chuckle. “All of me.” He rubbed the tip of his dick against my clit before sliding into me. “You’re gripping me. Your body knows who you belong to,” he growled low in my ear. “Me.”

Picking up the pace, he didn't stop whispering in my ear as he slid deep within me, hitting all the right places. I clung to him as my lifeline until I couldn’t take it anymore. “You’re mine,” I whispered into the room.

He tilted his head back and roared his release. The sight was enough to send a shiver down my back as he collapsed against my chest.