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  STRENGTH FROM LOYALTY (Lost Kings MC #3)

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Forcefulness FROM LOYALTY (Lost Kings MC #three)

by Autumn Jones Lake

As a dark cloud descends over Hope and Rock's already precarious future, volition a long-hidden secret push them both past the point of no render?

Struggling attorney Hope Kendall loves her outlaw biker beau Rochlan "Rock" Due north with all her heart, but the questionable activities his motorcycle club is involved in threaten her legal career.

Only does she even want this career anymore?

As a near-death situation makes their professional person differences seem insignificant, a cloud descends over their personal relationship's already unsteady hereafter.

Fifty-fifty though Promise seems to have finally constitute her niche in the club equally Rock'due south ol' lady, can she mingle in politics with neighboring clubs as well? A trip to the Lost Kings MC downstate lease will put her to the exam.

While Stone works difficult to requite Hope the honesty she craves without betraying his loyalty to his brothers, tension from outside forces threatens to push him to the brink. Simply information technology's the ane underground Hope has subconscious all along that may finally drive them apart for good.

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Also by Autumn

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I know some people prefer to put these at the end. Simply I experience information technology's important to thank the people who made Force from Loyalty possible upwardly front. So hither goes:

My true-blue critique partners, Cara Connelly, Kari West. Cole and Virginia Frost. Y'all've entertained some very filthy questions from me with this book. Give thanks you for not kicking me out of the group! I'm sorry to say the next 1 won't be whatever cleaner.

KA Mitchell, who has been equally excited about my success as I am. Cheers and then much for e'er taking the time to help me piece of work through problematic scenes.

Angi J., Brandy, Chris, Clarisse, Elizabeth, Iveta, Katie, Krystal, Shauna, and Shelly. Thank you from the bottom of my middle for sticking with me. Thank you for your wonderful advice, suggestions and sharing your stories with me. Tamra, thanks for taking a final look!

Shauna, thanks for listening to my crazy on an well-nigh daily basis.

LJ, cheers for your patience and another beautiful cover!

Thank you, Cassie for taking me on at the last infinitesimal.

Marti, thanks for sticking with me and existence so enthusiastic virtually my work.

Elizabeth, Terra, Jorja, Navene, and Grace, thank you for the time you spend promoting my books.

Not Another Damn Blog and Hashemite kingdom of jordan Marie thanks for inviting me to my showtime author have overs. I always have a nail.

Readers who have taken the fourth dimension to reach out to me in one way or another—thank you so much!

There are so many other people I'd like to thank, but I'm afraid I'll forget someone.

Concluding and never least, my husband, who works and then hard so that I can spend fourth dimension playing with my imaginary friends—give thanks you. None of this would exist possible without you. I'm amused by how much you love the Lost Kings.

For those who have struggled with depression and loss.

The idea of Hope wearing my belongings patch gets me harder than a motherfucker.

Information technology's time for me to denote my intent at church. Technically, I don't need the club'south blessing. I can claim whoever I want. But if I'm going to give her the Lost Kings property patch, I need the votes of my officers. Even though she doesn't yet realize it, being my old lady gives Hope a lot of power. She knows, or will acquire, shit constabulary enforcement would love to know. Giving her this patch is more decorative. It'due south more than my caveman demand for everyone to know she belongs to me. It means not just am I taking ane hundred percent responsibility for Promise, just then are my brothers. I trust her completely, and my brothers know I don't trust lightly.

The clubhouse is tranquillity. All our guests from last nighttime have departed.

Wrath looks downright exhausted as he hobbles in on his crutches and drops into the chair on my right.

"You feelin' all right?"

For one time, he's not smirking. "Yeah. Fuckin' bandage is bullshit."

"Slowin' your game?" Z asks helpfully from my left.

"Brother'due south got no game. Trinity'southward been conveying his balls effectually in her back pocket for weeks," Dex snarks. Everyone chuckles, even Wrath.

Instead of some pissed-off antiphon, my friend laughs and shakes his head.

Interesting.

The residue of the guys seem to be having some sort of contest to see who tin go their donkey in their chair the slowest. Sparky is naturally the last one in. He'south jittery from existence abroad from his plants for more t

han five seconds.

We go through regular club concern and get it out of the way. Teller reports to u.s. that earnings are practiced. All gild accounts are affluent and balanced. He reads the numbers off a canvas of paper, passes it around for everyone to review, then shreds it.

Sparky reports a fresh ingather is almost fix. We take an increased demand from Dark-green Street Crew, but we'll exist able to see information technology forth with the new pipeline I lined up. Sparky is excited nigh his newest strain. Stash asks for actress help with packaging.

Z and Dex report Crystal Brawl is doing well and they've secured a few new characteristic dancers to replace the void left by Inga.

Wrath informs everyone he's decided on a trainer to teach his classes at the gym. He asks the brothers to help him keep an eye on things while he's laid up, and we work out a schedule.

Murphy brings up a run that's been scheduled for months. With Wrath unable to ride, someone needs to take his place. We still have a little time to deal with that, then I table it for later discussion.

Wrath offers to turn in his cut since he tin can't ride. His offer is voted down with a "fuck no" from all members.

"In that location's an exception in the bylaws for injuries, y'all fuckhead, so finish offering," Z grouches at Wrath. Wrath flips him off, and that discussion is over.

In one case general society business is out of the way, I alibi anybody except my officers: Wrath, Z, Teller, and White potato.

Expectation is written all over each face.

No reason for a speech. "I desire to give Promise a holding patch."

It shouldn't really be a surprise, but they act like I dropped a fucking alive nuke in the centre of the table.

After a few beats, Z asks, "You lot asking for our votes, prez?"

"Aye."

Z nods slowly. I run across every i of their gazes head on, settling on my enforcer concluding.

"You lay it out for her?" he asks.

"Aye."

"Everything?" Wrath pushes.

Through clenched teeth, I spit out, "Not quite."

Wrath'southward eyes widen in a "what the fuck you waitin' for" face that I want to dial.

"She knows enough. I trust her. Yous heard her the night of the party. Information technology ain't gonna rattle her."

Wrath nods slowly and turns to the residue of the guys.

Teller is the commencement one to enhance his manus. "She'southward been real expert to Heidi. Trinity too. She's got love for the club. Prez is happy. She gets my vote."

Wrath's shrewd gaze focuses on Teller as he takes that all in. That's fuckin' right, brother. She jumped in to assist one of us out.

Tater raises his manus next. "She's a classy girl. Doesn't give anyone grief. She was ready to rip those cops' heads off after Heidi'south party. Abso-fucking-lutely."

Yes, my daughter got herself pretty worked up that night. The memory of her standing in my front yard, hands on her hips, giving those pigs hell still makes me smiling.

Z has been good to my girl. He's taken on more of a friendly, brotherly role to counteract Wrath'due south dickishness. He's enthusiastic with his praise. "She keeps her shit locked down. Took that bullshit the club girls heaped on her with class. Treats Trinity with respect. Never cops an attitude in public, even though I know she gives prez hell when they're alone. Fuck yes."

His trivial endorsement makes me chuckle, because even when she's pissed at me, I withal desire to stick my dick in her and then bad I anguish.

Wrath tin can make or break this. He'southward been my best friend for a long damn fourth dimension, merely I also know he'due south got a lot of reservations nigh Hope's innocence when information technology comes to the MC. The club comes showtime, but if he kills this for me, I'm gonna have a hard time looking at his face for a while.

He levels his cool enforcer stare on me. "You trust her?"

"Yous know I do."

"You trust her with your life? Our lives?" He points to everyone at the table.

"Yep, she'd never spill club business concern."

Wrath nods, and my tension level ratchets down a notch. "How much order concern you gonna let her in on?" he asks.

"She understands merely said she doesn't desire details in case she ever ends up having to stand for i of united states in court."

Wrath seems surprised by my respond. "Okay. You got my aye."

Thank fuck.

I signal to Z. "Gild it up."

I've just stepped out of the shower when I hear a thump-thump on my front door. Dripping water and muttering a agglomeration of curses, I take hold of my robe and scurry downwards the hallway. Past the sound of the fist against my door, it tin can but exist Rock. My oral fissure turns up and my belly flutters with excitement, imagining him on the other side.

Flinging open the door, I greet him with, "Why haven't I simply given you lot a cardinal?"

The hardened expression he'southward wearing breaks with a smile. "'Crusade nosotros're never here, baby doll."

Wrapping his arms around me, he picks me upward and plants a hungry buss on my lips. I take in his well-baked outdoor scent and savor the sensation of our bodies pressed together, his arms belongings me tight. Every time nosotros bear on, I swear it'due south as exciting as the first time.

As he sets me down, his gaze skims over me, from wet hair to blank feet. His grip on my hips tightens. "Practise you realize when I come across y'all fresh from the shower, it makes me desire to get you lot all filthy again?"

His words, combined with the lascivious gleam in his smoky eyes, cause my jiff to take hold of. I wish I were wearing something sexier than my ratty old terrycloth robe.

Not that he seems to mind.

Earlier I tin can come upward with an advisable response, he pounces, picking me up and scanning the expanse. By some silent understanding, we've never really ventured into my bedroom together. Like Rock said, we're rarely hither. And there'due south a whole lot of other surfaces he enjoys defiling.

At the moment, he's eying my dining room table with less-than-noble plans. Since I usually eat lonely when I'chiliad hither, the simply affair my dining room table is doing right at present is supporting a pile of mail I've all the same to go through and a basket of laundry I was planning to sort afterward my shower.

I never know how long Rock will exist when he has "church," and I never ask what the lodge discusses at the table. I trust if he wants me to know, he'll tell me.

Let'due south face it. I probably don't want to know.

He kicks out 1 of the chairs and sits downward, setting me on my anxiety. His hands immediately go to my robe, working the knot loose in no fourth dimension. A shiver works through me when the material parts. His hands loving cup my hips, his thumbs stroking my abdomen. He nudges me in small increments until my barrel is resting confronting the edge of the tabular array.

"I'1000 starving, baby."

I open my rima oris to reply, to tell him I'll make him something for dinner. But the white-hot scrutiny of his gaze tells me he's non talking almost food. His easily travel up, smoothing my robe off my shoulders. He flicks the cloth over the table and stands. Tipping my head back, his serious confront comes into view, tempest-greyness eyes darting from my lips to my breasts and lower. My heart thuds in my breast as he leans in, his lips finding mine.

No affair how many times we kiss, each time is electrifying. Full, firm lips printing difficult against mine. Ane of my easily dives into his thick hair, pulling him closer. He responds by tugging me against him tighter. A lick against my lesser lip, and I respond with one of my own. Stone groans, and the sound sends shivers through me. I'm very enlightened of my nakedness and the fact that he's withal fully dressed. My beaded nipples rubbing against the soft fabric of his shirt sets me on fire.

Big, rough hands skate upwardly my sides, cupping my breasts, thumbs rubbing my nipples. My hips shoot forward, grinding against him, and I gasp for jiff, breaking our kiss.

"Lie back for me," he commands, voice low and rumbling with need.

My mouth opens to protest, but I determine I'd rather run into what he has in mind kickoff.

Because I know whatsoever information technology is, it'll exist good.

Before I do what he asked, my paw reaches out and brushes against h

I tin't fucking look.

He helps me prevarication back on the table, pushing mail and stuff out of his style. I flinch at the soft flapping of fabric and envelopes hitting the floor, and he presses a finger to my lips.

"Terminate. We'll take intendance of it later."

I nod. Who tin call up about mail when a man like Stone wants to exercise all sorts of delicious things to yous?

He slides i finger down the length of my trunk equally he walks to the terminate of the table and sits dorsum downwards. One of his hands wraps around one of my ankles and lifts my foot to the tabular array. Feeling much too exposed, I hesitate when he goes to lift the other 1.

"Hope," he warns.

"Stone, don't," I plead. I haven't been to the waxer or annihilation in too long.

He sighs. "When will you larn?" Then he picks up my other foot, placing my heel on the edge of the tabular array.

My knees slam together, and he traces a hand downwards my calf, his mouth following the aforementioned path. "Open up," he murmurs confronting my peel.

I can't resist. His phonation, his touch, his hot breath tickling over me. My legs part, but he doesn't dive right for me. His hands slide upwards the inside of my thighs—difficult enough not to tickle, soft plenty to transport pleasurable tingles through me. My legs office a picayune more.

His thumbs rub over my quivering outer lips, massaging and kneading my warm mankind. The first touch on of his fingertip over my clit makes me hiss and bump up my hips.

I nod my head but tin can't get out any words as I fall into the sensation. His thumb teases over the tip of my clit over again. My back arches with ripples of pleasure, offering myself to him. He lets out a satisfied grunt and pushes closer. All of a sudden, his tongue laps at me, and my hips shoot off the table.

But, oh, that feels good. Hot caresses with his tongue subtly pressing down. Wave after moving ridge of heat crashes through me as he keeps applying soft pressure, stroking in a steady blueprint. So shut. My body is so shut. I strain, needing a little more. The lapping stops. Sealing his oral fissure over my clit, he sucks, and I scream out.

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