by Kara Kelley
“Baby girl, that was magnificent. I’ve never seen someone look so beautiful mid-orgasm in my life.” His heart pounded as he continued watching her from his knees. He could easily see himself in this position proposing to her and it scared the hell out of him. But she was his in his heart and now that he’d come clean, and she’d confessed her own secrets, he felt that more than ever.
“Alright, babe, let’s get you back on that settee.” He stood and ran his hands up her still warm ass. “I want to paint that gorgeous, hot pink ass someday.” He gave it a pat and Addi smiled shyly.
He helped her to lie on the cloth-covered settee, admiring her body and then fiddled through a box of paints until he found the ones he wanted.
“Put your arms above your head.” He adjusted her arms so they were crossed at the wrists hanging over the side of the settee. He pulled her hair back from her face and let it lie over the side as well. One leg was bent and leaning and the other, hanging off the couch. She was open to him just enough. The swollen pink flesh between her thighs still glistened from her orgasm.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Being naked or lying here?”
“Addianna,” he warned. She licked her lips at his stern tone. “Do you need another spanking with that brush?”
“I’m comfortable.” She giggled. “It hurt, by the way, but it was damn hot, Daddy.”
He shook his head, but couldn’t hide his smirk. “Close your eyes and no peeking. I have no clue where the tie went.” He picked up a tube of paint. Read the label to make sure it was what he wanted, opened the cap, and squirted some on his palette. They were the nontoxic, water-based paints he used with Brent.
Using his biggest brush, he scooped up some paint—a shiny black, but it didn’t seem quite right so he added some cobalt blue, making it a vivacious blue-black. “That’s better,” he murmured and began at her throat.
He ran the brush along her jawline and down, stroking across her jugular and circling in the hollow of her shoulder. He kissed her other side, starting in the same spot on her jaw. His tongue continued the pattern, causing her breathing to spike. Using a smaller brush, he painted the shell of her ear on her right side. And again, he used his tongue on the left.
He ran his palm from her throat to her breast before using the brush to swirl around her nipple. The stroke had her arching her back and moaning. Addi’s nipple engorged and tightened to a stiff peak, encouraging his cock to swell. He licked his lips, and unable to resist, took her other nipple into his mouth for a quick taste. It wasn’t enough so he thoroughly laved it before gently blowing it dry. Both nipples were alert for him now. His paintbrush continued, swirling the paint around her sensitive nubs and around her breasts. He used another brush and painted from the sides of her breasts across her ribs to her navel. She squirmed and he ogled.
“That’s it, baby girl, feel each brushstroke. So fucking beautiful.”
“Oh, Drew, it feels so good.”
“Mm, does it, babe?”
He completed her stomach, spending some time suckling the hollows of her hips before painting them too. He coated her front with the paint all the while teasing her into arousal. When the front was complete he got her to stand and painted the back of her too. Last, he worked on her face, starting with the eyes. He used a vibrant green on her lids. He swallowed hard when she was complete. It was just like the sketch he did earlier, but now realized on the perfect medium—her.
“Eyes stay closed, babe.” He led her back to the bathroom mirror and once again stood behind her. “Okay, open them.”
She gasped, mouth wide. She had been transformed into a sleek, powerful and incredibly sexy human panther. The blue-black shimmered and every stroke of his brush had created a realistic fur look all over her. He’d shaded her using his pallet of grays, whites, and blues to make her every sinewy muscle stand out. She looked so formidable and sexy he wanted to take her right there.
“I look…”
“Gorgeous, strong, and sexy. This is how I see you, baby girl. This is the woman I can’t get out of my mind. This is who you are. Who the world sees. And honey, when you give me control, you become my kitten. There’s nothing more erotic than turning a feral wildcat into a kitten.”
She turned slightly, looking at herself and for once, seeming to appreciate what she saw.
“Drew, it’s incredible. You make me look and feel incredible.” She eyed him, and this time he saw a feline temptress glaring. “Will you take some photos? So you can paint me like this on canvas? I never want to forget how I feel right now.”
“I will and then…”
“And then?” Her hips swayed as she went to him, running a black painted paw complete with retracted claws down his chest.
“I’m going to mess you up. First, right here on the floor and then in the shower.” His eyes blazed as he raked them over her body. “I’m going to undo you, kitten.”
She dropped to her knees. “Fuck it. You can paint me like this again.” She took his cock into her mouth. He swore, but she only looked up coyly at him and took him in to the hilt, sucking hard and swallowing his tip before sliding off and back on, once again to swallow his tip.
He moaned, feeling his control waver, letting her go on for just a few more strokes… He fisted her hair, pulling her off his cock. “On your hands and knees, babe. You seemed to have forgotten who’s in charge.” When she obeyed, he pulled open one of the vanity drawers to grab a condom. He swatted her ass as she wiggled her feline painted bottom at him and went to his knees behind her. Taking her hips, he admired the print he left in the paint on her skin. “Stick that ass out, kitten. I wanna see that slick pussy as I slide into it.”
He pushed her front down so her chest was close to the floor and her ass high. It looked so plump and ripe he bit her cheek just enough to make her gasp. His fingers found her ripe inside too, so he took a moment to play, making her mewl.
“Mm, you’re hot and wet for me, kitten.” He unwrapped the condom and slid it on. She turned to watch over her shoulder so he gave her a firm look and twirled his finger so she’d turn back around. Before she was fully around, his cock slammed into her, making her arch and call out.
“Ohhh! God, yes!”
He pounded into her for a few minutes before pulling out and rolling her over. He kissed her long and deep while sliding his cock into her. His thrusts were slower this time as he enjoyed the pleasure that blossomed on her face. She arched her spine and called out in pleasure. The sound echoed in the small room. He got to his knees, sitting back on his legs and pulling her ass up his thighs so he could slide in and out of her and still access her button.
She called out again, louder and freer as his thumb stroked her clit like a string on his guitar. Her fists clenched and her head turned. She was caught right at the cusp.
“Come, kitten. Come for me.”
Her face flushed and her forehead wrinkled as she closed her eyes, clamping her teeth over her lip. A moan of pleasure burst from her and she grasped his forearms, squeezing as her release came. And just as she pulsed around his cock, his own orgasm ripped through him.
As they panted, spent, he looked around the room. “Baby girl, we’ve made a helluva mess in here.”
“I may not know how to clean up this one, but I just thought of how we can clean up the other mess.”
She had no idea. With the Skull Grinders coming, it was more disaster than mess and for now he’d keep it that way. She didn’t need anything else on her plate.
Chapter Fifteen
Drew
The bar was packed and Drew wanted to turn around and leave but he had to face Trevor, and he needed to talk to the Grinders when they showed up and this was where they’d come first. Steven and Daniel were with Addi, and the media were still camped out and chomping at the bit for answers, so he knew she was safe. Daniel was a bit on the small side, but Steven was built and both seemed protective of Addi, so he had no concerns about leaving her for a short time.<
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His true worry was the Grinders anyway and the media would stop them for now. As long as Addi stayed put, she would be fine. The back way was well hidden and unless someone walked the perimeter, which was a quarter of a kilometer from the road and in the thick of the forest, they’d never find the back entrance.
Television crews from all the major stations were standing vigil at the entrance of the camp, in the parking lot of Last Resort, and even at Nora’s Diner. At least they were getting some extra business from it. Seeing a few bikers at the bar wouldn’t alert anyone, unless they wore the Skull Grinders patch and not even Dingo was dumb enough to do that.
A wave to Trevor got him a nod and he knew the second his friend had a minute, Drew would get his usual. He wouldn’t snub Drew over gossip. Trevor didn’t believe unsubstantiated rumors.
Drew looked around. The bar was filled with strangers in leather and some regular sorts—most likely reporters. They nursed their beers and glanced awkwardly around. One of the bikers, someone he’d never seen before, was blatantly staring at him. Drew assessed the big blond man and he looked away to pick up his drink. Curiosity perhaps, Drew decided. Maybe he was a cameraman. He looked hardened and ready for anything though, so if he was a camera man he’d seen some bad shit.
Of course, Layla was having fun wiggling her fringe-skirted ass around enticing the leather-clad men and this time she had a friend with her. Trevor looked annoyed as he glanced at Layla and Drew couldn’t blame him. First, Layla was trying to encourage two of his drinking customers to go home with her and her friend and second, he was pretty sure Trevor’d had enough of her crap.
Trevor grunted, threw a napkin down, and set a drink roughly in front of Drew on a beer coaster.
“Sorry about earlier, but Addi’s a real lady and I needed to know she’d be okay.”
“I know. Thanks for looking out for her.”
“You do what they’re saying?” Trevor questioned, eyeing Layla. Drew spun his glass, watching the dark liquid slosh around the glass.
“It’s complicated. According to the law I did it because I confessed and my prints were the only ones at the scene.” Trevor’s eyes widened slightly and Drew shrugged. “Truth though?”
Trevor nodded.
“I was just the lookout and I was a kid.” Drew shoved the glass back. “How about something that won’t burn a hole in my gut?”
“It’s about time, my friend.” Trevor smiled widely. It looked odd on him. The man wasn’t a smiler. He turned and grabbed some top-shelf whiskey and poured Drew another glass, dumping the other one down the sink with a sneer. When he looked up, his good mood suddenly soured. Drew turned to see Layla sitting in some guy’s lap.
“Woman trouble?”
He swore and fisted his goatee before grabbing the bottle off the counter and pouring himself a liberal shot. He threw it back and gave an appreciative sound. “That woman is gonna put a hole in my gut.”
“She needs to be straightened out, Trevor, and I’m not sure there’s a man alive with the patience.” Drew took a swig from his glass. Trevor crossed his arms and continued to watch, pouring himself another shot and added more to Drew’s glass.
“It’s been on again, off again for seven years, Fitz, and still that woman gets under my skin.”
“You know I didn’t know that when I…” He stopped talking when Trevor gave one sharp nod, still staring at the blonde and her friend.
“I know.”
There was some ruckus in the bar to their left and Trevor went to deal with it. Drew swallowed the rest of his drink with a grunt, ignoring the stool that was pulled out beside him. One casual glance to his right had his chest tightening though.
The biker Layla had been flirting with had a devil tatt on his neck. Mauler—patched that for his love of lying on top of his victims and covering their noses and mouths with his hand until he felt them go limp. Sometimes just until they passed out, but more often until they were dead.
The news had only broken around noon and Mauler was already in town. Drew rose silently, while the beefy biker had his back to Drew. Pulling his sketch pencil out of his jacket pocket, he grabbed a napkin.
“Hey, babe, what’re you drinking again?” Layla looked up at Mauler, but as soon as she saw Drew her smile faltered.
“Hello, Fitzie. See all the new friends I’m making since you kicked me out of your bed.” Her eyes darted quickly to Trevor and Drew shook his head. All along she’d been using him to passive-aggressively torment her ex. Mauler glanced over his shoulder dismissively and was turning his attention back on Layla when he took a double take.
“Reaper?”
Drew was already at the door. The only thing left in his spot was his empty glass, a twenty dollar bill, and the napkin with his cell number on it.
“Hey, hold up,” Mauler called just as Drew reached for the door. “Dingo, I think that’s him, the fucking prodigal son! Layla, that your man?”
“Pfft, no, but he’s still in love with me. Reaper?”
“It’s a nickname, sugar tits. He’s an old friend.”
Drew’s jaw clenched but he didn’t dare turn back. His goal was simple. Lead them out of town, away from the camp, and set up a meeting with his father.
Even though Drew had taken the fall for the murders, his father hadn’t forgiven him for leaving the Grinders or refusing his role as vice president. He’d left. Without a word, Drew had disappeared. John Trigger’s words rang out in his head…
“There’s only one way out of the Grinders, kid, and that’s in a body bag.”
Drew wasn’t going to hide anymore. He was done being a prisoner.
Drew sat on the hard wooden chair, a plainclothes youth officer beside him, but he didn’t feel safe. His father sat on his other side looking odd, clean shaven and wearing an expensive suit. He looked nothing like the man Drew knew, but he hadn’t changed in the important ways.
His eyes were still those of a cold-blooded killer, and his body was tense and ready for a fight in the place full of authority. His father’s beard had been long, clasped in a braided leather cord with steel beads hanging, only the day before, but now only a rashy pointed chin was exposed. Drew supposed he should feel good his father had shaved and dressed nicely for his sentencing. Then again, he knew it was more to ensure Drew didn’t change his story and tell someone it was his father that had pulled the trigger.
Drew looked at his father’s chin again, thinking of the beads that once hung there. Each one symbolized a murder he’d committed. His father always said each bead was a man who had crossed him. Now Drew had witnessed the truth. His father had added two more beads after that night in the alley. Although, when someone had truly crossed him, his father never went after them personally—he went after their wives, girlfriends, sons, and daughters. Hell, even mothers or grandmothers sometimes.
“Go after the ones they love, son. That’s what really hurts.”
When the youth officer rose to speak to another guard, Drew’s father turned to look at him. His mouth, normally hidden behind his facial hair, was thin and pressed into a cruel curve. His father wasn’t pleased with him. And suddenly, Drew was happy he had no family besides the Skull Grinders—no friends either—no one for his father to take from him. And Drew had better keep it that way for the rest of his life.
“Boy, I’ll find every person you even think about caring for and julienne them like fucking carrots if you fuck this up!” Spittle sat on his father’s chin and Drew blinked, clenching his jaw to show no fear. But the fear was so strong he felt dizzy.
That fear was gone and nothing was more important to him than a life with Addi. He’d protect what was his… even if it meant taking down the club brick by fleshy brick.
Drew headed out of town. He stopped at a joint a couple of hours away from the camp and had a coffee while he waited. It was only a matter of time.
He took the last guzzle of his coffee and pulled out his cell as it buzzed in his pocket. His jaw tightened.
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“Yeah?” Drew cracked the tension from his neck.
“Reaper, it’s been a long time.”
“Not long enough, Trigger.”
“C’mon now, son. Is that any way to talk to your father?”
“Father or president? You were always more one than the other.”
“Right down to business then.” Trigger growled an order at someone. “Here’s the thing, kid.” There was a long pause. “Mauler’s got your girl. He’s bringing her home to me. I’m thinking about passing her around to the boys when she gets here. The club whores could use a day off.”
Drew’s insides went cold. His whole body froze and the hushing in his ears made it hard for him to hear the rest of his father’s words, but he breathed through it.
“I’ve got her kid, too. He yours? Doesn’t matter.” Trigger chuckled. Her kid? Drew’s head dropped. Fucking Layla. Her games had gotten her and Brent into real trouble this time. He rubbed a hand across his forehead. Fuck!
At least Addi was safe.
“Here’s your choice. You can save one of them. You get to watch the other die. That’s your punishment.” His father’s laugh was wheezy but still cruel and more familiar than Drew cared to admit. It had been in his nightmares since he’d been born.
“Once it’s done, you stay here at the clubhouse and work your way back into our good fucking graces. You’ll be fully patched and back with the Skulls soon enough and if not, the other dies, too. I got a new guy and he’ll escort the woman or the kid back to town and stay until I know you’re committed to us again.”
Drew swore and smashed his fist off the outdoor picnic table he sat on. It throbbed but nothing like the pain he felt inside. His shitty life was like herpes, always coming back and ready to infect everyone he loved.
“Who the hell’s this new guy?” Drew asked to keep his father on the line longer.