Chapter Six
Drew
The past couple of weeks have seemed pretty intense and the men have been really busy. I’ve overheard Sketch talking on the phone about extra patrols and securing the clubs properties. I know my dad is stressing about who is behind all of this and he’s working his men hard on finding out who the bastards are. The only annoying thing for me, is that Sketch is being super overprotective because of it all, and so are my brothers. It’s becoming exhausting. So much so, that as soon as I’ve finished work he wants me to come over to the clubhouse rather than go home. Which is silly, seeing as though I live above the salon, but because he seems stressed out with everything lately, I let him have his way.
I see Duke, Grinder and one of the Prospects guarding the gate as they open it for me. Pulling up into the carpark, I spot Maci sitting on one of the benches. I haven’t really seen her since she left with Baby after the dinner at the clubhouse a couple weeks back. Now she’s alone, with no Baby hanging around. I wonder if I should ask her about what was said between them?
“Hey!” Maci greets me as she stands from the bench.
I smile wide as I escape my car and hold my arms out wide for her. “Hey yourself.”
Maci runs into my arms like a lover and we laugh it off as Grinder whistles from the gate. I give him the middle finger and Maci copies. Giggling like school kids, we sit back down on the bench where Maci was sat before.
“What are you doing here this late?” Maci asks.
“Sketch.” I sigh.
Maci nods knowingly. “Ahh, ok. I think they’re just about finished with church.”
“So,” I lean forward, looking across at Maci. “How was your lift home from Baby?”
Maci actually smiles. “We talked.”
My eyebrows shoot up in shock. “You two just talked?” I shake my head. “We are still talking about my little brother, right?”
Maci chuckles. “Kai apologised for what happened and said he made sure the whore knew where she stood and I’ll never see her again.” I don’t miss that she called my brother by his real name rather than his club name, but I don’t mention it either.
“That’s good.” I nod and Maci does too. “So, where do you two go from here?”
She looks at me confused. “Us two?” Maci shakes her head. “There’s nothing going on.”
Rolling my eyes, I giggle sadly. “Everyone can see it, but you two seem to fight it.”
“All I know is that Baby isn’t ready to settle down any time soon. He’s too busy fucking around and I feel bad for any girls who do catch feelings towards him because they won’t get anything back from him.” Maci rambles and I feel a little sad. She’s obviously talking about herself and Baby, but I’ll leave her to it. “That girl will get fucked over by Baby, he can’t be trusted and I for certain will not be anything but a friend to him.”
I nod, feeling so much sympathy for my friend. She is true to some extent though. Baby is the youngest in the family and he’s not ready to grow up just yet. He loves the attention his leather vest gets him and his charm makes the girls around him melt, however when it comes to Maci everything is different. I believe he would never intentionally hurt Maci, but I think she’s right in just being friends for now. Maybe they will have their time when he’s matured a little bit. I want them both to be happy.
The doors to the clubhouse open and Sketch storms out, looking around with a fixed scowl in place. He seems to relax a little when he sees me sat beside Maci and I gift him with my best smile, hoping he’s going to be in a good mood. Depending on what has been discussed in church, it effects his mood, just like most of the men.
Sketch quickly approaches and wraps his arms around me, kissing me on the head and when he eventually breaks away, I look up to him in concern. “What’s happened?”
He just smiles down at me, glancing back to Maci behind me before looking back to me. “Nothing babe, I just missed you today.”
I know he’s talking shit, so I say nothing at all and when Grinder and Duke approach them to ask what they missed out on, I return to Maci’s side. “Something’s up.”
Maci nods. “They never let us know anything, until right at the very last minute.”
“That’s not good enough.” I frown. I need to talk with my dad again about the women protecting ourselves situation. There’s only so much self-defence that will save us. The fuckers messing around with the club now are most probably carrying guns and could easily take a shot at one of us. It’s only fair that we can fight back with the same force.
***
The next morning I’m making some bacon sandwiches for Sketch and me. Maci stayed at the clubhouse last night, so I’m hoping I can have some quality time with my man. I haven’t really spent any quality time with him these past weeks because everything’s been so crazy with the club and I know Sketch will have to do some sort of security run tonight, so I want to spend as much time alone before he has to go again.
Sketch appears from the bedroom as I plate up, moaning in appreciation as he lets his nose guide him to the food. He’s only wearing his boxers, so I can enjoy the view as he approached. My mouth begins to water, and it’s not because of the bacon but the tasty view of man meat.
We sit at the small table, my apartment is open plan and it all flows from the kitchen area as you walk in. When Tasha lived here, we wanted to create a little area that we could eat at, instead of on the sofas in front of the TV all of the time. So behind one of the sofas, and separated by some perfectly placed plants, we created our little dining area with our small circled dining room table and it works pretty well. The only downside is that the table worked great with just Tasha and I, but when Sketch sits at the table he looks fucking huge. I can’t hide my smirk as I look at him, a tattooed hulk eating his bacon sandwich and looking pretty fucking happy with himself.
“Babe.” Sketch points to his sandwich and gives me a thumbs up.
“Nice?” I ask and Sketch nods gratefully, moaning in delight.
“So good.” Sketch says, shoving another mouthful in. “For you anyway.”
“Hey!” I scowl, shoving him in the side and Sketch laughs.
When we have both finished, Sketch takes away our empty plates, putting them in the sink and quickly returning to me. He kisses me on the head and I smile up at him.
“Come sit on the sofa with me.” He orders, and instead of telling him to stop being so demanding, I take his hand and let him lead me to the sofa. I go to sit down, but Sketch pulls me on top of him and I squeal as I fall. “I wanna hold you.”
He’s so fucking cute when he wants to be. I grab onto his face and squeeze his cheeks, kissing him on the lips. “Fucking cutie.”
Sketch laughs. “What time do you have to be downstairs?” He asks.
I think about it for a second. “Little over an hour. I have to open up before the girls get here and Tasha’s not coming in today.”
“Want me to help you out?” He smirks and the image I have of him in my head, helping in the salon has me crying with laughter. “What’s so fucking funny?” He frowns, and I realise that he was deadly serious.
I hold his handsome face in my hands and smile, trying to hold back my laughter. “Ohhhh, you were serious.” I bite down on my bottom lip because my giggles are about to escape. Sketch isn’t fooled, so his face frowns in suspicion and a chuckle bursts from me.
“Dee.” He grumbles but I can’t help it, they just won’t stop and my belly begins to hurt from all the laughing. “That’s it.” And Sketch stands with me in his arms and I have to clutch on as he carries me to the bedroom, throwing me down on the bed.
“No!” I jump up. “I have to get ready for work.”
“You’re the boss.” He grins from above me, pushing me back down onto my back. “You ain’t going anywhere.”
Sketch kisses me and I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing his face even closer. He groans and the sound spurs me on to wrap my legs around him.
“I suppose I could spend a little time with you.” I smile, loving his kisses as they travel down my neck.
“Babe,” Sketch laughs, lifting his head to look at me. “We’re going to need more time than that.”
He lifts my pyjama top and because I’m not wearing a bra, he has easy access. Sketch pays perfect attention to my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples. I enjoy every single swipe of his tongue, and the sensation it spreads over my newly pierced nipple. Of course Sketch was the one to do it for me, having it done was another one of my many wishes that my mother wouldn’t agree with, but just like I told myself whilst having my many tattoos, it’s my body. Sketch’s teeth scrape on my nipple bar and I moan so loudly he looks up at me in shock. He already has me ready and needy for him, not that it takes much work. I’m always wanting my man. Sketch’s hand wonders under my bottoms and he groans in approval.
“So fucking wet.” He growls in my ear.
He shouldn’t be so surprised. Sketch knows how much I love him playing with my nipples. To tell you the truth, I would rather have nipple play than my clit played with most of the time. Sketch gets up, removing my pyjama bottoms, throwing them onto the floor and as he rids himself of his boxers, I whip off my top, revealing myself to his hungry eyes.
“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy.” Sketch’s eyes eat me up and I feel as sexy as he says I am. Since meeting him, I’ve never doubted myself and I love him all the more for it. He approaches me on the bed, rubbing his hands over his talented artwork. Sketch’s hard cock presses against me and my core pulses with need. I want him inside of me so badly that I begin to rub against him.
I reach down and squeeze his cock in my hand, adoring the rock hard warmness in my hand. My hand begins to move along his thick length. I lick my lips as Sketch kisses my neck, craving his taste so badly that I pull away from him.
“Lie down.” I order and his eyebrows shoot up his forehead but a second later, he knows exactly what I want to do, and quickly lays on his back, his head on his pillow and I tie my hair up. There’s nothing worse than getting into a rhythm up and down your man’s dick and your hair getting in the way. No thanks.
Looking up at Sketch, we keep eye contact as I lick along his cock. It twitches against my mouth and Sketch grins. “Stop playing.”
“He’s excited to get in your mouth.” He jokes and I grab onto his balls tightly, putting a stop to his playing.
Massaging his balls, I take him in my mouth, revelling in the groans Sketch releases as I lick and suck his cock. Ignoring my gag reflex, I take him as deep as I can. Sketch’s groaning becomes louder and his hips begin to thrust, basically he’s fucking my mouth. Soon after, Sketch swings me around, spreading my thighs and sinks down. My eyes roll as his tongue hits my clit and takes long and delicious sweeps. My legs shake and I grip onto the sheets as an orgasm takes me by surprise. Seeming pleased with himself, Sketch pulls me up and sits me on top of him. We both look into each other’s eyes and his cock slips inside, we’re both in a sitting position, my thighs wrapped around his waist. My arms are around his neck for leverage and his arms are around my waist, helping me thrust back and forth because the sensation is too much. This way, his cock hits deep and I don’t know if I can handle it. I know my moans are loud but I don’t give a shit. All I care about is Sketch and me, in this moment, enjoying each other’s bodies.
After making me come one more time, Sketch finally lets himself reach his point and he holds me close as he growls through it. He plays with my hair as we lie in bed together after I’ve crawled from his lap, my legs are a little sore though but it was so fucking worth it.
“I don’t wanna move.” I grumble. I’ve only been awake for a couple of hours and I’m ready to go back to sleep after all of that.
Sketch wraps his big, strong arms around me and pulls me close. “Let’s stay in bed all day.”
“As tempting as that is, I need to go to work.” I sulk.
Sketch begins to kiss along my neck, and even though I’ve just climaxed twice, my body reacts and it’s not long until I’m in need again. His hands travel over my breasts, down my stomach and even lower.
“I’m gonna text Lydia.” I announce, because I already know what’s going to happen here. Sketch snickers and I would usually tell him to go and fuck himself, but right now I want him to fuck me, so I keep my mouth shut and reach for my phone on the night stand.
Me: Hey Lyd, I was wondering if you could open the salon for me so the girls can get in and set up? Don’t worry if you can’t x
Apart from Tasha and my dad, Lydia is the only other person with a set of keys. She’s from the club, so I trust her with the keys to the place. Tasha and I both run the place, as two managers and there’s hardly any disagreements as we think the same when it comes to our business, but we see Lydia as more than just our receptionist and are thinking of offering her a deputy managing role.
Lydia: Hey D, sure don’t worry about it! I’m already ready, so it’s no problem. Everything ok though? X
Me: Thanks so much, yes everything’s fine, just Sketch wanting me all to himself. I will only be an hour or so late. X
Lydia: Ha! Good luck with that. See you later x
I return my phone beside my lamp on the bedside table and roll around to face Sketch. “We have extra time.”
Sketch grins, and it’s full of mischief that sends a delicious thrill through me. His arms wrap around me, flipping me on top of him and grabbing my ass. “Put them beautiful tits in my face baby.”
Gladly. I lean forward, rubbing my breasts in his face, the sight thrilling me and the sensation of my nipples in his mouth, electrifying me.
“Hold on babe.” I position myself so that his thick cock is waiting at the entrance of my pussy.
“No darling.” Sketch taunts, as he completely takes me by surprise and flips me around so that I’m under him. He grins above me as his cock slides inside. “You hold on.”