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  Agony

  Book 4

  K T Fisher

  Chapter One

  Drew

  Sketch has just sent me a text to let me know that he’s on his way. I’ve missed him like fucking crazy because he’s been on a security run for the past two nights and I can’t fucking wait to see him. All day it feels as though my body is just itching for him. We have sex every day and since we got together, this is the first time we’ve spent a night apart from each other so as you can imagine, it’s killed me. Plus, Sketch had the nerve to ban me from using anything to relieve myself, including toys and fingers, which sucks because now I’m horny as hell. I fear for Sketch’s life because I think I’m going to claw him and push him straight to the bedroom when he steps through the door. I’ve tried to keep myself busy today and seeing as though it’s a Sunday the salon is closed so I couldn’t even have the distraction of work. I’ve cleaned my apartment and I’ve decided to cook him some dinner. Nothing fancy, just his favourite pizza with some garlic bread, I never said I was an amazing cook. Anything I can throw in the oven and sit and watch some TV while it cooks, is a good plan for me.

  I check on the pizza to make sure it’s not burnt, when there’s a knock on the door and I jump up to answer it. I run the short space it takes from the kitchen to the door and stop right before I yank it open to take a second and calm myself down. I don’t want it to look like I desperately missed him, yes that is how I’ve felt for the two days he’s been gone but I can’t let him know that. I’m the Kings MC’s presidents daughters for fuck sake, I’m a tough chick and I can handle a few days alone without my man, but as I open the door and see my man looking all sexy, dressed in his riding gear all thoughts on not showing him how excited I am goes out the window and I jump into his arms. He wraps his strong ones around me and kisses my neck, but when I pull away Sketch isn’t wearing his signature, drop dead sexy smile. “You need to be more careful who you open the door to,” Sketch scolds.

  I cock out my hip and fold my arms, trying to hold in my laughter. “Not when I know it’s you.”

  Sketch steps inside, closing the door behind him and I have to take a step backwards. “You don’t always know that.”

  “Baby,” I circle my arms around him, holding Sketch close and he growls in approval. “My dad has this place secured more than the clubhouse, the only people who can get through have to know the two codes,” I point out. It’s true, my dad has got this place pretty much on lockdown. You have to have the security code to get through the first door and then another for the second to be able to get to my front door. Security cameras are placed by both, that have a live feed to my dad which alerts him whenever someone has entered the wrong code or tried to tamper with it.

  Sketch’s nose wrinkles. “What’s that smell?”

  I quickly run from his arms and towards the oven, ripping open the oven door and breathing a sigh of relief when I see the pizza is not burnt, despite the burning smell. Sketch laughs behind me as I set the pizzas and garlic bread on the side and I cast him an evil look. “I don’t know what you’re laughing at, if it was burnt you would be the one going to fetch a takeaway.”

  “No.” Sketch laughs. “You burnt the dinner, you fetch the takeaway.”

  “Excuse me.” I point towards his toned, tattooed chest hidden under his black shirt. “You kept me talking at the door, it would have been your fault.”

  Sketch leans in close, his beard tickling my skin as he closes the gap and gifts me with a spine tingling kiss. He moans against my lips, lighting a fire inside of me but I have to break away. “Food first, then we get naked.”

  Sketch snickers as I turn my back to him, but as I cut up the pizza he stands behind me and lets his hands wonder all over my back. His thumbs rubbing in small circles on the dip at the bottom, causing my head to tilt back in bliss and even though I’ve cut the pizza up, I let his hands explore just a little bit more. It feels so damn good. Suddenly, there’s a sharp slap on my arse. “Hurry, I wanna eat so I can get you out of those clothes.”

  Sketch goes to the sofa, turning to give me his sexy smirk and as I cut up the pizza I hear the heavy thud of Sketch’s boots as they hit the floor, before he returns to help me bring the food and drinks to the sofa.

  “So how was the run?” I ask him after I swallow my fist bite of pizza.

  Sketch raises his eyebrows, “it went smoothly.” He answers, taking a sip of his drink. “And that’s all I can say.”

  I lean onto his shoulder, breathing in his delicious scent. “I know babe, I was playing.”

  Sketch eyes me, looking at me and then to the food on the table in front of us. “You need to eat.”

  “Why?” I laugh, leaning in close to tease him. “Because you wanna get me in my birthday suit?”

  Sketch’s eyes burn into me. “I wanna rip those damn clothes off you and lick every inch of you.”

  My breath catches and my heart speeds. Without another word I bite into my slice of pizza and Sketch smirks, knowing exactly what I want.

  Ten long minutes later, all the food is gone and my body feels as though it’s vibrating. I’m eager to touch my man and have him explore me just like he promised. Sketch sets his bottle of beer down and leans back on the sofa, both of his arms spread wide as he looks over at me. “Come and sit on me baby.”

  I set my own drink down and grin wide. “Where shall I sit?”

  Sketch leans his head back as he chuckles. “Lap now, face later.”

  “Sounds like a plan.” I jump up, pulling my top over my head as I straddle Sketch. His hands immediately cup my breasts, a deep groan escaping him as I settle, wrapping my arms around his tattooed neck. I bite down on my lip, watching him as his hands reach behind my back and my bra falls from me, exposing me to his hungry eyes. My nipples harden when he looks up at me from my breasts and resumes eye contact as he licks them, one by one. A groan escapes me when his thumb plays with the left as he sucks on the right, a beautiful sensation travelling down south and I begin to grind but we both have jeans on and I can’t feel enough of him. “Get naked.”

  Sketch lets my nipple go and stands, his arms securing me against him as I wrap my legs around him. He walks us to the bedroom and drops me on the bed. I rid myself of my jeans as fast as I can whilst watching Sketch undress himself. Fuck, I’ve missed him. It’s only been a couple of days but truthfully, I’m lost without Sketch and seeing all of him, gloriously naked and standing in front of me, I can’t hold myself back. I throw my jeans and thong on the floor as I scoot to the end of the bed, looking him right in the eyes as I grab onto his thick cock. I squeeze hard, moaning at the warm firmness, teasing myself. Sketch places a hand on the back of my head, guiding me to his dick and I let him slip inside. I love tasting him and as I watch Sketch’s reaction, I let him sink in further, thankful I don’t have an awful gag reflex.

  “Fuck.” Sketch growls above me, his hand still firmly holding onto my hair. So I relax my throat a little more, guiding his cock in further and revelling in his appreciative groans. His already hard and long dick becomes even longer and thicker, and that only means one thing, so I lean back and let Sketch’s cock escape my mouth.

  It throbs in my face so I look up to him with a smirk. “My turn.”

  Without even waiting for his response, I scoot backwards onto the bed and lie on my back, giggling as he quickly follows. “Bossy.” He grumbles, holding my head in between his hands and kissing me as if his life depends on it. He steals my breath and I come up gasping,

  “You love me being bossy.” I gasp as Sketch leans down and sucks onto my nipple, licking down my body and spreading my thighs. I watch him as he looks at me, my most intimate place on my body an
d I’m not embarrassed or shy, I know he loves looking at me and I love him. Sketch makes me feel powerful and I let him take all of me in, loving the way his eyes devour me.

  I watch him as he leans down low and an uncontrollable sigh escapes me when his tongue swipes over my sweet spot. My heels dig into the mattress as Sketch gifts me with the wonderfulness that is his talented tongue. I begin to grind against his face and Sketch gips onto my hips, pulling me closer to his face and more importantly, his tongue.

  “Sketch.” I sigh my soft warning and straight away he lets me go. Leaning back up on his arms and hovering over me.

  “Can’t handle it.” He sniggers and I give him a slight smack on his arm.

  “I would if you wouldn’t concentrate on my clit so damn much.” I laugh, catching my breath as I feel his hardness press against me.

  “You like that?” He smirks down at me, slightly thrusting against me and I answer only with a nod, groaning and biting down on my lip. Whilst still smiling, Sketch looks down at me and slowly sinks himself inside. His cock, so hard and incredible, feels as though he’s touching my heart. His thrusts become faster and harder, so much so that my eyes begin to roll back and my moaning is louder. I’m on the contraceptive pill, so there’s no need to worry as Sketch fucks me twice as hard and we both come together.

  Afterwards we lie together in bed, beautifully happy and Sketch softly trails a finger across my back, tracing my tattoos that he created and inked himself. “Admiring your work?” I ask him, smiling to myself.

  “You’re the perfect canvas.” He replies, his voice sounding sleepy and I can’t help but laugh.

  “There’s hardly any room left back there, I wouldn’t say I was the perfect canvas.”

  “Perfect for me.” Sketch says even lower and I laugh even more.

  “Stop the cheese.” I tease him and his breathing becomes slower and that adorable little twitch Sketch does with his foot when he drops off to sleep begins and I fall to sleep with memories of how Sketch and I fell for each other.

  A rebellious girl who had a love of tattoos and wanted them so bad she snuck off to the only man she could trust and secretly desired. She, of course, loved every second that he touched her skin and looked at her with those mischievous eyes, so she couldn’t help but fall for him. Thankfully for me, Sketch returned my feelings and our love blossomed faster than I ever thought possible. With those memories, I fall to sleep happily.

  Chapter Two

  Drew

  I could not be in a better mood. I’ve had a full seven days of glorious sex with my man, so I’m completely fulfilled and to make things even better, today I’m going to see the babies, Connor and Madison! I get to see them all the time, but I love spending every single minute with them. Baby Madison is now five weeks old and Connor is nearly one! I can’t believe how fast the time has gone. Sketch has already left because there was some sort of important meeting at the clubhouse that of course, I couldn’t ask anything about, but he made sure I was left in a happy mood before he left. Which was very caring of him because he loves me. Obviously.

  As soon as I’m ready, I jump in my car and make my way over to Elise and Bomber’s place. I sing all the way there along to the loud music but I make sure to turn it down when I get closer to Elise’s place because I don’t want to disturb little Madison. I see that Lauren is already here, so I quickly jump out my car and race up to the door, not even bothering to knock because I never do. We’re all family here, so there’s no need and I’ve never walked in on anything I shouldn’t have so why stop now?

  “Auntie DD is here.” I cheer as I walk in, and I get so happy when I hear the little squeal Connor makes when he’s excited. I gasp as I walk into the living area, and see little handsome Connor, who looks more and more like my brother, Grim every day. “Connor!”

  He raises his chubby little arms in the air with his dimpled smile, and I rush towards him and take him from Lauren’s lap. Connor laughs as I lift him and squash him against me, kissing him on his neck, which is his most ticklish part of him.

  “You are so adorable.” I laugh along with him.

  “Hello to you too Drew.” Lauren teases from her seat and I take the empty space next to her.

  “Oh don’t be so jealous of your son Lauren.” I joke right back and both Lauren and Elise laugh.

  Pretty soon they begin to ask me how much I missed Sketch last weekend, and I try to play it cool but they see right through me. I don’t know why they think it’s so funny because they sulk just as much when Grim and Bomber are away for any amount of time.

  Madison begins to stir in the little chair she’s comfortably lying in. I place Connor down with his toys and quickly make my way over to the beautiful little girl before Elise can from the kitchen. “Hey pretty girl.” I whisper to her as I unclip the little belt that keeps her safe and hold her gently. Connor moans, pouting at me so I shake my head at him. “Oh no Mr, you had your cuddles, let me spend some girl time over here.”

  “Oh has she left you baby?” Lauren picks up Connor and gives him his bottle of drink, which cheers him up immediately.

  I look back down at Madison in my arms. “Oh you’re so cute Madi, your daddy is in big trouble.”

  Elise laughs as she returns to us in the living area. “Yeah, he’s already having nightmares.”

  “Don’t worry baby.” I whisper down to Madison. “I’ll sneak you out so you can have some fun. I know what it’s like to be surrounded by brothers and uncles that won’t let you breathe.”

  “You still managed to do what you wanted though.” Elise points out.

  “Exactly.” I smile. “But you,” I point over at Connor. “You’re going to be a heartbreaker.”

  Connor actually laughs at me, which makes the rest of us laugh too except for little Madison of course. I can’t believe how tiny she is, she’s such a little cutie and I can’t stop looking at her. I sit back down on the sofa and Connor lifts his arms again, crawling over to my feet. Lauren collects Connor from his little play area and places him in the middle of us, he stares over at Madison in my arms and points to her with a grunt.

  “Baby.” Lauren answers for him and Connor looks up at his mum with the cutest look and then back to little Madison.

  “Baab.” He mumbles, and we all swoon at how cute he is.

  “Are you going to look after your little cousin Connor?” Lauren asks him.

  “He’s either going to help her, or be on Bomber’s side.” Elise giggles.

  “My bet, Connor is going to protect her as much as her dad, uncles and the rest of the MC.” I look down at Madison and shake my head. “We’ve got our work cut out, huh?”

  “So,” Elise suddenly announces. “We need a girl’s night.”

  “I know that feeling.” Lauren rolls her eyes.

  “I couldn’t even make your Old Lady celebration.” Elise sulks.

  “So we have a girl’s night.” I shrug, “We’re due one anyway.”

  Simple as that. We want a girl’s night, we have a night out. The girls have their men that can look after the babies, or if not there’s other family members to help babysit. It’s not like they’re always going out and dumping the children on anyone, they’re always with their children.

  “Let your men know that you’re having a night off, I will tell the others and let Sketch know.”

  Lauren and Elise nod, looking excited for a night with some drinks and dancing. After a little while, I say my goodbyes to the babies and obviously Lauren and Elise. During the drive back, I think over my party the club threw for me for becoming Sketch’s Old Lady. I couldn’t have been happier and I was a little gutted that Elise couldn’t be there, but I wasn’t about to be pissed about it. Elise was heavily pregnant with Madison. An Old Lady celebration is almost as big as a wedding reception. Each Old Lady displays and cherishes the photos taken that day in the same way. I know I do with mine. Each time I think back to that night I feel as though I’m as excited as I was then.

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nbsp; I drive back home with a massive smile, happy to see Sketch’s bike parked up beside my parking space. I enter all of the security door passwords, humming along to whatever song was playing last on the radio. I open the front door, and I come to a halt, shocked at the lit candles.

  “Sketch?” I ask out loud, but he doesn’t reply. “Sketch?”

  “Follow the candles.” He quickly answers, making me chuckle.

  I put down my handbag and follow the path that he has made with the teeny candles. They lead me to the bedroom door, and I can smell my favourite scented cherry candle, with an extra load of the little ones that lead me here. That’s not the thing that has my heart racing though. No, that’s entirely on Sketch because he’s standing naked in the middle of the room, looking at me as if he wants to eat me alive. I’d be completely happy with that, if it wasn’t for the sight of his hard cock and his hand around it, pumping it harder. Fucking hell.

  I go to take another step into the bedroom but Sketch holds up his hand and I freeze. “Get naked.”

  You don’t have to ask me twice!

  I stand in the doorway, keeping eye contact with Sketch as I undo my jeans and lower them to the floor and step out of them. Sketch lets loose of a small grunt, letting me know that he’s liking what he’s seeing, and that spurs me on to take my top off. As soon as it goes over my head, Sketch is in front of me. Without saying anything, Sketch reaches behind me and unclips my bra. As soon as my bra falls to the floor, my nipples harden and he moans in approval. I can’t wait any longer, and I reach out and grab a hold of his rock hard cock. It twitches in my hand and I squeeze him, loving the feel of him in my hand. He feels so warm and I have an urgent need to have him inside of me.

  “You’re so fucking sexy.” Sketch growls, his hand hooking at the back of my neck and pulling me in for a deep kiss.

  “Can I come in now that I’m naked?” I laugh against his mouth.