Chapter 15
Bones
As soon as Pritchard’s bedroom light goes out, I set a ten-minute timer.
I’m not waiting an hour for that man to fall asleep.
Watching my little angel do her cheers, shaking those pompoms along with those hips has my dick stiff as a fucking beam.
It’s been hard for hours. All fucking day to be exact.
I made sure she was safely tucked in school, then I headed back to the clubhouse.
I pulled up my surveillance footage and watched every moment of our time together last night.
Seeing me licking between her legs, watching her body quake as she came on my tongue, had me stroking myself so many times I was drained dry.
There wasn’t a drop left in me the last time I came.
I finally took my ass to the shower, reluctantly washing her scent from my skin.
I was worried Pritchard would smell his little girl on me.
Thankfully, the smell of coffee and eggs was more potent this morning.
My alarm goes off, and I do what I need to get the camera footage running on a momentary loop. Then I sneak in just like I did last night. Slipping through the back door, creeping through the kitchen and up the stairs. His bedroom is downstairs, which is a damn good thing.
Zoey isn’t the problem. I’m the one who makes too much goddamn noise. I feast on her like a snarling bear. Growling every time she squirts on my chin. Lapping at her so lewdly that you can probably hear my sloppy sounds in the hallway. I have no manners when it comes to this girl.
I get to the top of the stairs and see her light shining from under the door.
My heart starts pounding in my chest as I approach slowly.
It’s like walking toward Heaven’s gate, knowing that there is nothing short of a miracle waiting on the other side.
She’s one of the finest creations there is.
Sweet, innocent, with a bite of sass. I owe her hide a tanning for that little remark this morning, and I can’t wait to bend her over.
We’re going to have to go into her bathroom and run the bathtub.
She’ll need the warm water to cool the sting afterwards anyway.
I turn the knob, opening her door slowly so I don’t startle a scream out of her.
“Angel, it’s me,” I whisper.
She’s sitting on her bed, painting her toenails. Fuck, how long does that shit take to dry. She’s supposed to be naked with her legs spread, waiting for me as I instructed before I drove her home from the game.
“Did you forget what I told you, babe?”
I strut across to her, gripping her long silky hair in my hands and forcing her to look up.
“I wanted to paint my nails tonight.”
“Is that so?” I lean down, getting right in her face.
“Well, I wanted to suck on that little clit tonight.” I pull her in for a kiss, forcing my tongue right between her lips and making myself at home.
I kiss her until she’s breathing heavy and hard, then I let her go and take a seat on her bed.
I tug off my boots before I work to take my clothes off.
She goes back to her task as if I’m not even here, as if I’m not stripping down to my skivvies.
“Did something happen between you and your dad tonight?” I ask, wondering why her mood seems off.
“No, why?”
“Because you’re in a mood.”
“How would you know whether I’m in a mood?” Her eyes snap up. “You know nothing about me.”
Is there something she’s getting at? And she’s wrong, I know almost everything about her. Right down to the day and time she was born and in which hospital.
“I know that you were born on September 7, and that you had to stay an extra four days in the hospital because you were jaundice.” Her eyes start to round out at the edges, looking a little shocked.
“I know that you went to the Rikota KinderCare, and that your teacher was Mrs. Fields. I know that when you were in the third grade you started taking dance classes, and that you gave that up for gymnastics the summer before you started the sixth grade.”
She’s thoroughly shocked now.
“I know that you won a medal for being the most skilled gymnast. And that you’re currently the captain of the cheer squad.
I know that you’re at the top of your class because you’re incredibly smart, and that you’ve never gotten in trouble because you’re such a good girl.
The only thing I don’t know is what your favorite food is.
I’m guessing by all the pink in your room and by your pink door that it’s your favorite color.
The cat notebook on your desk along with your kitty pajamas has me thinking that cats are your favorite animal.
Your favorite music artist is Katy Perry.
And when you grow up you want to be a nurse. ”
I saw the college applications she’s submitted. She’s applying to all of the top nursing programs in the country.
“Should I go on, or do you understand the depth of my obsession now?”
“How? How do you know all of that?”
“I’m what you would call a coding genius.
The internet is a vast web of knowledge.
Everything from doctors’ files to report cards to college applications can be found online.
I wanted to know every detail about you.
” I wanted to see every picture ever taken of her.
“From the moment you looked down from the top of those stairs, my obsession has been growing. Now, what is it?”
“What’s what?” She swallows hard.
“What’s your favorite food?”
“Cookies.”
“Is there one you’re a particular fan of?” Because if she is, I’ll be bringing them with me every time I see her.
“Snickerdoodles. Why me?”
“Why you what?”
“Why are you obsessed with me?”
I shift on the bed, moving in, crowding her personal bubble. “Because never in my life have I ever seen something I wanted more.”
I was struck down and pulled right under the undertow of my obsession. Needing to have her more than my next breath. Wanting to be close to her. Anxious to keep her safe. And now, I’m completely addicted.
“As soon as I learned all the details, I knew that my instinct was right about you. And last night you proved it.”
“What, that I like doing sex stuff?”
That sassy little tone is back and my dick is perking at the sound.
“No, that you trust me. You’re innocent and sweet, and I’m dark and dangerous, yet you didn’t judge me by my cover, angel. You didn’t turn your nose up when you saw my tattoos or learned I was a Savage Knight. The way you look at me… It makes the muscle in my chest pound so hard.”
“My heart is racing too.”
“Do I make you nervous, baby?”
“A little. I… I’m a little worried that once you get what you want from me, you’ll disappear.”
Disappear? There’s not a chance in hell. She couldn’t get rid of me even if she wanted to.
“I think what you should really be worried about is the fact that my sick and depraved mind is contemplating kidnapping you and taking you far into the forest so no one can take you from me.” Her gasp has me smirking.
I think it’s finally sinking in just how deep my addiction runs.
“Your dad would never let a man like me be with you, but neither he nor my brothers will keep me from coming to you at night and giving you what you need.”
“Bones.”
“Yes, little one.”
“Can you kiss me now?”
I reach out and take the bottle of nail polish from her hand, placing it on her nightstand before I move back in.
She’s already breathing harder as she anticipates what’s coming.
I’m going to take my time, tease her nice and slow.
I told her she was going to get a spanking tonight, but I now have other plans.
“Climb onto my lap, baby. This time, I want you to be in charge.”
She’s the one calling the shots tonight. I want her to explore her boundaries with me, and trust that I won’t push her too far.
She climbs up onto my lap, holding onto my broad shoulders, looking closely at my face. She’s studying my dragon tattoo, trailing the flames that wrap around my left eye.
“Why did you get this? Do you like dragons?”
I happen to like all mythical creatures. Fantasy books used to be my favorite, but that’s not why I chose that mark.
“I was born with an ugly birthmark that covered this side.” I take her hand and trace over the place on my neck all the way up to my cheek.
“My mother used to say I was a hideous dragon.” She stiffens against me and I wrap her tighter in my arms, not wanting to upset her.
“She would send me to my room every day, saying she couldn’t stand to look at me.
And there I would sit and read.” Spending my afternoons and nights alone and doing everything I could to distract me from the pain.
“As soon as I turned seventeen, I emancipated myself and left home. The dragon is the reminder of my strength. I’m now the one capable of breathing fire.”
“That makes me sad, Bones.”
“That wasn’t my intention, angel.”
“I don’t like knowing that someone would be so cruel to you.”
At least my mother never beat me. Some of the brothers of the club have far worse tales than mine.
“They were only words, baby. They don’t mean anything. Besides, I’m much better off. I have a true family now. Brothers who care about me. Men who will risk their lives in order to protect me. And my mother is still living in her heap of a trailer, barely getting by.”
I know because I’ve looked her up. I scoured the web and all her accounts to see how the witch was doing.
Unfortunately, I am not the one responsible for her demise.
She did that all on her own. She’s been fired from so many jobs I’ve lost count.
And every time, it’s because she was rude to someone and lashed out with that wicked tongue.
She still hasn’t learned that your words have consequences.
“What about your dad?”
“He’s still married and living his grand life with his family. My mother was just a sidepiece.” One of many from what I can tell. “And as soon as he found out she was pregnant, he ran.”