Chapter 19 #3
I ached for him to fuck me, for him to touch me. As if he could read my mind, he suddenly pulled my mouth free and with a feral gleam in his eye, he sat up and pulled my arm.
“Get your ass over here. I want to taste this pussy while you take me.”
On my knees, I moved so that my hips were near his face, and then his hands were on them, pulling me over him so that I was facing the door.
My knees went on either side of his face, my toes going to the headboard behind him.
His fingers slid through my pussy, spreading me wide for his tongue to sweep in and taste all of me.
So good.
I moaned, placing my hands on his stomach while he expertly devoured me.
Hooking his arms over the backs of my thighs, he pulled me, delving deeper with his tongue.
I ground down, rotating my hips to fuck his face.
Finally, I leaned forward to pull his cock back into my mouth.
I sucked and lapped at the tip while he gripped my ass.
Rocking my hips against his face, I bobbed my head, taking his length as deep as I possibly could.
The depth made me choke, which he seemed to love.
His groans reverberated through my clit, making my climax coil inside me like a lit fuse.
The more I took of him, letting the tip of his swollen cock hit the back of my throat, the more he groaned into my sex.
Until finally, I squeezed the base of his shaft and slowly stroked up while lowering my face.
Suddenly, his abs constricted, and his hand came down on the back of my head.
I was still fastened to his mouth like a fucking meal, but his chest curved inward, which allowed him a better angle for his hand to push against the back of my head, making me take even more of him, and then I felt it.
His hot release shot down my throat as he groaned loudly.
His tongue swept over my clit, latching onto it and sucking as hard as he could.
I came so hard, I saw stars and tiny lights bursting behind my closed eyelids.
My breathing was ragged, and I couldn’t help it, my mouth opened on a scream, mid swallow, allowing some of his release to slide back down his length and dribble down my chin.
He was breathing hard, and I let up on his length, slowly licking the ribbons of release from his tip.
“Fucking shit, that was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.” Killian rasped, falling onto his back.
I smiled, rolling off him because my legs were weak. That orgasm had ripped through me like a tidal wave, stronger than any I’d ever had in my life, and it wasn’t enough. I was already craving more of him.
As if he needed it too, he moved with me until he was braced on his forearms. His thumb came down on my bottom lip while he searched my face. I could feel him getting hard again, the tip of him already nudging my entrance.
He was about to say something when suddenly there was someone pounding on the front door. His head dipped in defeat as he waited for who I was sure would prove to be Giles. Because that guy had the worst fucking timing.
Sure enough, the door opened, and we heard him call up.
“Prez?”
I smiled up at Killian with a dopey smile. He returned it, stroking my jaw, pushing strands of hair off my face.
“Prez, it’s important. You need to come out here and calm these fuckers down,” Giles warned, his voice echoing up through the house.
Killian continued to stare down at me while frustration tugged at his features, and he finally called back, “I’ll be down in a second, wait outside!”
A second later, the door had opened and closed, and we were alone again.
“Such a fucking mess for me.”
I rocked into his hand, already feeling worked up again, but he only groaned and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking away the taste.
“Fuck, can’t wait.” He seized me in his arms and suddenly my chest was on the bed, my ass up. His palm landed against my left cheek, and then he soothingly stroked it before adjusting us so that he was positioned right behind me.
“You need to be reminded of what I said.” He pulled my arms back and gripped my wrists as he thrust inside me in one harsh push.
“Oh god.” I moaned as he pulled out and then entered me again.
“I don’t know how much clearer I can make this, but you will be in my bed tonight, Daisy. Don’t make me come find you because no matter where you go, I’ll follow.”
He began fucking me slowly, pulling on my wrists. The burn in my arms, coupled with the feel of him sliding in and out of me was so good that all I could do was moan and beg for him to take me harder.
Our skin slapped together as he released my wrists and suddenly gripped my hips with force, groaning as he lifted me higher and angled us so his cock slid deeper inside me.
“Prez!” Giles called again from downstairs.
“Scream for me, Daisy. Tell him exactly who’s fucking you.” He jolted forward, pulling my hips back. “Tell him who you belong to.”
I broke, shattering completely with an orgasm so intense that stars edged in along my vision, all while my voice cracked while screaming his name.
“That’s right.” He slowed his thrusts as he groaned, and I knew he was spilling inside me again. My limbs were made of honey and heat, completely loose and lifeless as I worked to catch my breath. He pulled out, cursing as his hands swept through the mess leaking from my slit.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing that.”
I made some humming sound and stretched out on the bed. I knew I was making a mess of the covers as his release slid from me. He continued to swipe at it and then rub it against my ass, while muttering curses. Then his lips were on my back, his tongue sweeping up my spine.
“Don’t leave me again.”
His words were a tiny puzzle piece locked away in my chest.
This man had claimed me; patch or not, I belonged to him. I knew it in my marrow, the framework of my bones and my very being were now stained with him. There was no escaping him.
I watched him pull on his boxers and his jeans.
His bare back was to me, and I wanted to trace the gorgeous animal that was inked there.
The wolf with dazzling blue eyes, not green.
Something in my chest seemed to kickstart at the way those blue eyes moved me while I continued to watch him dress.
His boots came on next and then his hoodie.
His cut came over his shoulders, the back saying his name, The Wolf, then under that, Killian Quinn—President. Stone Riders MC. Virginia.
I had memorized the words but watching him go made me ache in a new way.
I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to come back to bed to touch and hold me.
I wanted more of his secrets and to see more of who he was under that leather that covered his chest, and the stone that resided inside it.
It felt like he’d cracked his ribs open for me and showed me inside where his heart lay.
I was greedy enough to want my fingers wrapped around that organ. When he breathed, I wanted to feel it. When he hurt, I wanted to soothe it. When he bled, I wanted to as well.
Shit, I was in love with him. I’d never had these feelings for anyone in my life.
And fuck were they dangerous.
Once Killian left, I decided to head back down to the club and tuck away in the office.
The lighting in this room was brilliant, so I’d started bringing in plants to hang out on the window sill.
I had been using the office, even after being relieved of shredding information, but it didn’t stop me from becoming nosey and trying to see if I could glean any more information about why Killian had taken the job from me.
I looked around, ensuring no one was about to walk in, and I tugged the drawer that held all the off-limit files. It was locked, just as I had suspected, but there were a few loose manila files left on top that caught my attention.
I picked one up, realizing it didn’t have any marks. I tilted it so I could read the label, but that was blank too.
With hesitant fingers, I pulled the rubber band from around the file and pressed my thumb on the inside panel to prop it open.
They were drawings.
Picking one up, I inspected the artwork with a bit of a confused expression.
The drawings were done in reverse, the page completely shaded with graphite, but outlined objects were made with what looked like an eraser.
It was so detailed and mesmerizing. My finger followed one of the circles around the page and then chased another line that twisted into what looked like a vine.
The entire thing looked like something you’d find in an adult coloring book.
Intricate designs, all in shades of gray.
I flipped to the next page and found a similar drawing. Then another, this one of a motorcycle—still utilizing the same medium of pencil and drawing in objects with the eraser. After flipping through a few more, I finally froze when a familiar looking flower appeared.
It matched Killian’s tattoo.
Were these his drawings?
“There you are!” Red burst into the room without knocking.
I jumped, letting the page slip from my fingers.
Red’s gaze followed the page and then inspected what I was doing.
“He’s been doing those since before I can remember.”
She shut the door behind her and moved over until she was standing next to me. She saw the flower, and I noticed how her brows pinched as she gathered the drawings into her hands.
“This one was rather special, if I remember right.”
Something in my chest tightened. “Why was it special?”
I had stupidly assumed he’d gotten the daisy inked for me…but it was lighter than his other tattoos. Faded as though he’d had it for a long time, so it wasn’t done on my behalf.
Her gaze remained on the art. “I can’t recall. I just remember it had to do with a really difficult time in his life. He started drawing daisies when he was ten…or maybe it was eleven. Started being the only thing he ever drew. It was around the time his mom left, and then his dad was put away.”
Why would a daisy mean so much to him? Seemed like such an odd thing to grow attached to.
“Killian was such a romantic when he was young. Took after his mother in that way. She was always jotting down poems on her wrist and hand, on the back of Jefferson’s cuts too.” Red giggled, getting lost in her memories.
“What happened to his mother?” My voice was soft, terrified it would be something as horrible as what Jefferson did.
Red let out a gentle sigh when she finally stood up and handed me the drawing.
“No one really knows. She was here…and then one day, she was gone. She left Killian a note, but I wouldn’t know what it said. He took it hard, being only nine at the time. He loved his mother, more than anything. Then only a year later, he was abandoned again.”
“Then Simon took him in?” I drew my own conclusions based off what I knew.
Red nodded. “Anyway, that’s all-ancient history. Simon used to keep these drawings, said they were good for Killian. He had a hard time speaking when he was young, drawing was his outlet.”
“But he didn’t draw…he—”
“Erased.” Red finished for me, spearing me with a look.
We stayed locked in a staring contest for too long before she finally broke away.
“I’d say there was something to that, but I’m no psychologist. A broken boy who likely witnessed atrocious things, who utilized the ability to erase as a form of art. Poetic if you ask me.” She lifted her shoulder, then continued staring at me.
“I don’t know anything about you, Laura. Except that Callie vouches for you, and what I’ve seen since you got here. But who you were before that, I don’t know.”
My mind raced. Was she accusing me of something, or was she just curious?
“Only reason I bring it up is, he’s going to give you a property patch.
You’ll be a part of this club. If you have any skeletons in the closet, you might want to tell him.
He doesn’t do well with surprises.” She let out a sigh, while walking over to the plants.
Her fingers brushed over the leaves in a soothing gesture.
“You’ve started sprucing this office up,” she stated.
I looked around, realizing she was right.
I hadn’t even noticed how many small effects were my touch.
The calendar, white monitor and keyboard, wireless mouse and clear pen holder.
There was a gold stapler and an organized stack of post-its.
On the back wall was a cute bohemian style message board with cute matching pins, and a few reminders in place.
There were the plants, the new speaker, and even the cute chair I had found in the old storage shed that I had reupholstered.
“You suit him. I’m glad that you’re here and I’m proud of what you did for those girls last night. No one gives much stock to those girls being here, but they bring life into this place just like the president does, or anyone else.”
I knew she was right, but to me it was simply that they were people, not Sweetbutts or property or anything else.
“I just see them as people.”
Red walked over and placed her hand on my shoulder, peering down at me. “You’ll stop after a while. Not that it’ll make you a bad person, but after so many years, you stop having the luxury of seeing beyond the structure we have in place. It keeps us safe and helps bring meaning to what we do.”
“He told me to leave these for you. Just wanted to be sure you got them. After an attack like we had, I have a feeling he’ll be gone for a bit.”
I reached out and accepted the keys to Killian’s truck, feeling like someone had just shoved a lit candle into my chest. He left me his truck to drive while he was gone.
I smiled and then took out three of his drawings and set them aside.