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  ROYAL

  Gideon’s Angels

  Volume Two

  a Boys of Porn novel

  A.M. SNEAD

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  ROYAL: GIDEON’S ANGELS VOLUME TWO (A BOYS OF PORN NOVEL)

  Copyright © 2015 Audrey M. Snead (Royal Pain)

  Copyright © 2018 Audrey M. Snead (Royal – Full Volume)

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  All rights reserved. Including right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  WARNING:

  This book contains explicit M/M sexual scenes and strong language. It is intended for mature, adult audiences only.

  Written as CJ Bishop

  Proper reading Order

  #1 – The Phoenix Club series

  #2 – The Phoenix Chronicles

  #3 – The Cowboy Gangster series

  #4 – The Phoenix Wedding series

  #5 – Precious Jules (a Cowboy Gangster novella)

  #6 – The Innocent (a Cowboy Gangster novel)

  #7 – Hope: The Innocent (pt. 2) (a Cowboy Gangster novel)

  #8 – Reaper: The Innocent (pt. 3) (a Cowboy Gangster novel)

  Guilty by Blood (Santiago Family series): Companion Novel to ‘Reaper’

  Cowboy Love (A Cowboy Gangster erotic short story)

  Private Invitation (Phoenix Club/Boys of Porn crossover novella)

  Hunted Hearts (stand-alone novel)

  Also by A.M. Snead

  Lost in Love

  Boy in the Shadows

  Made to Be Broken

  The Brokenhearted Necklace

  Home for the Holidays

  Change of heart

  The Boys We Love (M/M short story collection)

  Micah’s Miracle: A Christmas Love Story

  Boys of Porn series

  Jack: Gideon’s Angels (Vol. 1)

  Royal: Gideon’s Angels (Vol. 2)

  Special Delivery (Boys of Porn series)

  Private Invitation (Phoenix Club/Boys of Porn crossover novella)

  Sean (Curious Boys #1)

  Dylan (Curious Boys #2)

  Soulscape series

  Dark Soul

  Black Heart

  Burning Love

  Deadly Devotion

  Wander Lust series

  Fallen Angel

  Broken Halo

  Winterhaven series

  Slippery Slopes (volume one)

  Blackwell Series

  Ghost of a Chance

  The Ghost of Devon House

  This Present Darkness

  Love Conquers All series

  A Thin Line Between Love & Hate (Original Volume 1)

  Table of Contents

  PROLOGUE… “Karma”

  PART ONE

  Royal Pain

  Before … “Wages of Sin” (pt. 1)

  CH 1 … “A Thing Called Love”

  CH 2 … “No Place to Call Home”

  CH 3 … “Alone in The Dark”

  CH 4 … “Hearts at Fault”

  CH 5 … “No Man Left Behind”

  CH 6 … “Prodigal Son”

  CH 7 … “Not the One”

  CH 8 … “Lost in Translation”

  CH 9 … “Heat of The Day”

  CH 10 … “Wet-n-Wild”

  CH 11 … “Encore”

  CH 12 … “Nothing Wrong Here”

  CH 13 … “Bad Seed”

  CH 14 … “Too Late”

  CH 15 … “Grand Propositions”

  CH 16 … “Season of Change”

  CH 17 … “The Dark Place”

  CH 18 … “Love…Real & Imagined”

  PART TWO

  Royal Guard

  Before … “Wages of Sin” (pt. 2)

  CH 19… “A New Reality”

  CH 20… “Uncensored”

  CH 21… “Beast of Burden”

  CH 22… “The Light and Dark Side of Love”

  CH 23… “Mine to Take”

  CH 24… “Chew on This”

  CH 25… “A Tale to Be Told”

  CH 26… “Free – For – All”

  CH 27… “Out of Character”

  CH 28… “Necessary”

  CH 29… “Revelations”

  CH 30… “Face to Face”

  CH 31… “The Burden of Proof”

  CH 32… “The Unknown Threat”

  CH 33… “The Call”

  CH 34… “Don’t Say a Word”

  CH 35… “Nowhere to Run”

  CH 36… “Inescapable Lies”

  CH 37… “Change of Plans”

  CH 38… “The Truth Be Told”

  CH 39… “The Million-Dollar Question”

  CH 40… “Monsters in the Mist”

  CH 41… “Hiding in Plain Sight”

  CH 42… “Untouchable”

  CH 43… “The Fearful Heart”

  CH 44… “Love Never Fails”

  CH 45… “Trust”

  CH 46… “Plausible Deniability”

  CH 47… “The Master Plan”

  CH 48… “Happy Never After”

  CH 49… “Leader of the Pack”

  CH 50… “Unmasked”

  CH 51… “Unfixable”

  CH 52… “Master & Slave”

  CH 53… “Good Night”

  BOOK THREE

  Royal Treatment

  CH 54… “Full Exposure”

  CH 55… “Good Advice”

  CH 56… “Homeward Bound”

  CH 57… “Inquiring Minds”

  CH 58… “Unshakable Bonds”

  CH 59… “All for One”

  CH 60… “Nothing to Fear…”

  CH 61… “Visible”

  CH 62… “Three Little Words”

  CH 63… “Good Morning”

  EPILOGUE… “Never too Late”

  “A merry heart

  maketh a cheerful countenance;

  But by sorrow of the heart

  the spirit is broken.”

  - Proverbs 15:13

  “If it’s possible for one person to be hurt by another,

  Then it’s possible for that person to be healed by another.”

  - Sohma Atori

  PROLOGUE… “Karma”

  Brodie Carlow and Bruce, his younger brother by a minute and -a half, approached the dive with a purpose apart from the nude strippers shaking their goods for the brothers’ entertainment. The doorman was half the size of the Carlow twins and did a double take when the siblings halted before him. It was a rare occasion when they didn’t intimidate those they encountered.

  The doorman swallowed with a small gulp when Brodie stared him down. “Twenty bucks to enter,” he croaked.

  Sliding his hand through his thick auburn hair, Brodie asked, “Is Carmen dancing tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  Brodie nodded and dug out the entrance fee, flicking it at the doorman. He motioned to Bruce and walked inside. The strip club was small compared to most in the city, but the girls were clean and would do just about a
nything for a few extra bucks.

  The two brothers paused just inside the entryway, matching pairs of green eyes sweeping the club. No sign of Carmen. “She’s probably in the back.” Brodie nodded at the bar. “We’ll wait.”

  “We should fuck her at the same time.” Bruce didn’t say much, but when he did, it was usually something interesting. “One up front and one from behind.”

  Brodie grabbed a barstool and adjusted his crotch as he sat down. The image Bruce planted in his head got his cock excited. “We’ll see.” He ordered two drinks and passed one to his twin. Their muscular physiques, chiseled jaws, and emerald eyes contrasting with deep auburn locks—accentuating their Scottish heritage—demanded attention from the half-naked strippers working the floor.

  Their asses had hardly hit the cushioned seats of the barstools before two lusty bitches were all over them. Brodie let them do their thing while he waited. The girl stroking and caressing Brodie was topless but for two sparkly suspenders stretched down over her tits, hiding her nipples. The suspenders clipped precariously to a dental floss G-string that hardly covered her snatch and left her rounded backside hanging out in all its glory. A mane of golden locks cascaded down her slender back, brushing the top of her ass.

  “What’re you in the mood for, handsome?” She spider-walked her long, bloodred nails over the swell of his crotch as her pouty, equally crimson lips quirked with a sexy smile.

  “Surprise me,” Brodie drawled in his native brogue and retrieved a large bill, clamped it between his fingers and waved it in her face—then dropped his hand and tucked it deep inside her G-string. She shivered with delight and pushed her pussy against his fingers. Wetness slicked his fingertips—she was ready to fuck. Brodie’s mouth twitched as his middle finger slipped between her plump lips and circled her clit.

  “Mmm…” She pressed between his thighs and curled one leg up around his hip, slowly pumping against his fingertip. Brodie trailed lower and pushed his finger inside her, then two fingers. For a slut, she was nice and tight. He thrust his digits into her hot, wet hole and peeled aside one the suspenders, grabbing her perky nipple with his teeth, then his whole mouth. The stripper whimpered and clutched his arms. “Uuuhhh….”

  On the next stool over, Bruce had his bitch on his lap, already buried balls-deep in her hot cunt. His little brother had never been one for preliminaries. The stripper moaned and bounced on his dick, her tits free from confinement and stuffed in his face.

  Brodie smiled small as his twin went for the gold, practically splitting the whore in two with his massive rod. As his twin, Brodie had no need to be jealous of his brother’s endowment—Brodie was equally blessed.

  “Uuh…yes,” his stripper panted as she pumped herself on his fingers.

  Slipping his digits free, Brodie touched them to the girl’s lips and she eagerly engulfed his wet fingers, sucking forcefully. His cock stretched and balls tightened. Brodie shoved her down to her knees and she took it from there, hurriedly unleashing his monster dick. Her skillful hands stroked his member before she swallowed half of it in one go and gradually sucked in the rest. She must’ve been born without a gag reflex because she took all his meat down her throat—and that was a lot of beef. Brodie was impressed.

  The slut drooled all over his cock, sucking up and down his engorged flesh, moaning like a professional whore. He stared at the stage, watching the show, one hand clamped to the back of the stripper’s head as he rocked her mouth on his throbbing dick. His throat constricted as his balls knotted and loins burned. Fuck. He might just drown her with the wad of cum he was about to blast down her throat.

  His face twitched as a tight groan coiled at the base of his throat. He drew in a short, stiff breath, grunted hard—and unloaded with a small jerk of his hips. He dug his fingers into the back of her head, gripping a fistful of blond strands, and pushed his cock just a little deeper into her throat as he pumped her full up his hot seed.

  The girl swallowed quickly and didn’t stop sucking until his member deflated in her mouth. She rose to her feet, licked a drop of cum from the corner of her lips, and smiled. “Wanna fuck, too?”

  Brodie had no issues with turnaround and could easily be rock hard again in minutes, but they had come here on a mission. “Maybe later.”

  She nodded and wandered off in search of another horny customer. She had plenty to pick from.

  Bruce growled with force and thrust hard inside his stripper, dumping his wad into the condom. He shuddered then pushed the girl off his lap, discarded the overflowing rubber in a nearby trash can, and tucked away his anaconda. He cleared his throat and snapped his fingers at the bartender for a refill.

  The blaring music died away as the lights went dark. Brodie turned his full attention to the stage. The stripper that emerged moments later received a standing ovation from the small crowd. Her flawless, caramel skin sparkled and gleamed with glitter and oil. A silky ebony mane flowed around her shoulders and shimmered in the strobing stage lights as they began to snap on in a myriad of colors.

  “Fuck…” Bruce groaned and rubbed his crotch. “If we don’t fuck that—we’re idiots.”

  Brodie watched her in silence. The white, oil-damp lace top turned translucent against her full tits, revealing plump nipples beneath. She grabbed the pole and arched her perfect ass to the horny men and gyrated her slim hips, sinking down on her spiked heels and spreading her cheeks. A teeny white string ran through her crack and may as well not have existed. Rising up with a tempting swing of her ass, she rolled around with her back to the pole, gripped the metal rod above her head, and curved her lower body out away from the pole. She sank a fraction and her legs spread as her pelvis swiveled—the mesh front of her G-string providing plenty of visual for the lustful men.

  “Good God,” Bruce mumbled and squeezed his cock through his jeans. “I’m about to cum again.”

  There was something special about Carmen. She wasn’t a typical stripper like all the others in this club—or any club, for that matter. She wasn’t here for the money or because she had nowhere else to go or that she craved the attention of men. She was here for herself—for the dance. Seduction was an art form for Carmen. The stage her canvas. And each time she stepped out there—she created a brilliantly fresh work of art. The other girls repeated their routines. Carmen provided something new each and every time. She was a hell of a woman.

  It was a damn crying shame she had to die.

  Brodie would miss her artwork.

  •●•

  Carmen didn’t immediately notice the two brothers at the bar. She was hardly aware of the men hooting and hollering at the edge of the stage. Enraptured by the music, her limber body synced with the beat as if she were a cobra hypnotized by the snake charmer, helpless to sway, rock, pivot.

  The dance filled her with sensuality. She was never more herself than when she was dancing as if the stage released the primitive woman within. It was an exhilarating experience. Her first time on stage had been merely for fun. But the dance had seduced her and called her back, again and again. The men in her life hadn’t discouraged her—not that it would have mattered. No man controlled her, and no man ever would. She loved her men dearly and would gladly die for any one of them. But should they ever attempt to dominate her will—they would be walking funny for days, possibly weeks, to come.

  A small smile stretched her lips as she manipulated the stage and the pole with feminine, feline grace. The thin lace top came off in a smooth pivot of her body and the crowd roared as her beautiful breasts gently bounced, beckoning to the men like sirens—daring them to touch without permission.

  Carmen slid down the pole and fell forward onto hands and knees, crawling across the stage, head down, eyes narrowed. Cash appeared out of thin air, horny men waving to her from all directions. With cat-like precision, she stalked the men before crawling to the edge of the stage, baring her teeth and rocking her ass. Halfway around the stage, and her G-string was stuffed full and added bills clamped betw
een her teeth. One particularly audacious customer grabbed her tit—and pulled back a stinging hand, scratched open by her bloodred talons.

  The men who came to this club were desperate to grope and fondle her luscious body, but she denied them that. Carmen didn’t grant private dances or special trips to the VIP room for more intimate, naughty activities. She wasn’t here for the men or their money—though she gladly took the cash they thrust at her. But she didn’t need it, nor did she keep it. Following each show, she divvied up her score between the girls who were here out of necessity.

  Carmen slinked back to the pole and gyrated up the rod until she was balancing on her spiked heels once again. As a parting gift to the generous men, Carmen stripped off her G-string and tossed it into the lusty horde. She twirled around the pole in all her nude glory, her gaze sweeping across the club as her ebony locks flared out around her.

  As if striking a brick wall, she came to an abrupt halt, nearly stumbling on her spike heels—which she had never done before. Her chest heaved, her breasts rising and falling as she stood locked in a pair of emerald eyes. Then a second set of identical eyes.

  Oh, shit!

  The twin brothers rose slowly from the barstools, eyes never leaving her.

  Carmen swallowed hard and walked off the stage and into the back. She hurried to the dressing room and pulled on the first thing she grabbed—a short tight black dress that hugged her every curve and barely covered her ass. She swiped her leather jacket off the hanger and slipped into it on her way out. Her left hand went into the corresponding pocket, her slender fingers sliding through the holes of brass knuckles nestled within. In the right pocket, she gripped the mini-handgun as she headed out the rear exit and into the alley.

  Fuck—what’re the Carlow brothers doing here?

  The heavy exit door hardly touched base behind her when it rammed open again and the brothers burst out. The gun pulled free of her pocket, but it was too late—they were on her. A hard grunt exploded from her throat when she slammed against the outer brick wall of the club. The gun twisted from her hand and the man who took it chuckled deeply.