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  “I’m gonna make you come.” He smirks, lifting me in his arms and I wrap my legs around him. Sketch’s cock rests just where I crave him the most right now.

  I laugh as he carries me to the bed. “What is it with you and your cheesy comments lately?”

  Sketch throws me down and he watches me with a smirk as I bounce. “You do crazy shit to me Drew, you know that.”

  I nod, a funny feeling filling my whole belly and towards my heart. I reach out my arms to him and Sketch leans over me, kissing me. “Now do some crazy shit to my body.”

  He chuckles against me. “I’m not the only one adding cheese to my words.”

  I’m about to make a smart ass comment, but as Sketch slides his hard cock inside me, hitting that spot that catches my breath, I’m lost for words. With our eyes connected, Sketch slowly pulls out and slams straight back in, causing me to scream. I wrap my arms around his neck, Sketch kisses me and continues to thrust in and out. It’s slow and hard but so fucking good.

  At one point, he holds onto my face and kisses me deeply. “I fucking love you, so much baby.”

  “Love you too.” I reach up and kiss him right back, breathless as I’m reaching towards my climax more and more every time he thrusts into me.

  Later on, as we lie in bed, falling asleep, he softly trails his finger over my back. Something he’s been doing more and more just lately. “I never thought I would find someone like you Drew.” He says quietly. “My beautiful tattooed angel.”

  “The feelings mutual, my sexy tattooed biker.” I say right back.

  With a deep laugh, he stands from the bed, naked and proud. “Let’s order some food.” And he slaps my exposed ass as I lie on the bed.

  Squealing, I throw a pillow at him but he manages to dodge it. “Chinese food please!”

  “Obviously.” He shouts back and I lie back down, a stupid huge grin plastered on my face.

  Chapter Three

  Drew

  Boredom starts to set in, sketch has been away today on club business. I don’t know when or even if he’s coming back tonight. He did want to me to stay with my parents, or in his room at the clubhouse but I told him that I’m perfectly safe in my own apartment. With a much needed glass of wine, I put my feet up and scroll through the many options on Netflix, trying to make a decision on what I should watch. Today at work was tough. So many customers in such a small space of time. At one point I was taking care of two women’s manicures as well as running back and forth to the reception. Our receptionist was off sick and Tasha had her own hands full, taking care of most of the colour treatments because one of the hair stylists is away on holiday. I am not looking forward to a repeat tomorrow.

  I’ve been scrolling through different TV programs and films for around ten minutes when my phone begins to vibrate. Picking it up, I see Sketch has sent me a text and I’m hoping it’s to say he’s on his way back from wherever he’s gone to.

  Sketch: On my way back x

  With a big smile, I reply.

  Me: Yay! How long you going to be? X

  It’s another fifteen minutes until he sends me one back.

  Sketch: About an hour, I’ve got my keys so I’ll come straight up x

  Me: Ok babe x

  I decide that watching a film now isn’t a great idea seeing as Sketch will be back halfway through it and I can’t decide on any of the shows on here. I either don’t fancy watching them, already seen it or I’m waiting on the latest episode. I exit Netflix and deicide to watch some old episodes of Friends while I wait for Sketch. You can’t beat this show, and as Sketch walks through the door, I’m laughing at the scene when Phoebe is giving Monica a massage and Monica is making some loud, sexual noises.

  “Hey babe.” I smile over at Sketch as he enters, but my smile dies as soon as I see the look on his face. I immediately stand. “What’s happened?”

  Sketch frowns, not giving me any eye contact. “Why do you think something’s happened?”

  Matching his frown, I glare at him. “What are you keeping from me?”

  Sketch rubs his hands over his face, heavily sighing. “You lock the doors and everything when you’re up here, yeah?”

  His questions throws me off guard. “Of course I do, two of the doors automatically lock anyway.”

  “What are you watching?” Sketch looks to the TV, not adding anymore to his question and walking to the sofa, grabbing my hand and dragging me down beside him as he sits.

  “Friends.” I begrudgingly answer, he already knows what I’m watching because he can see for himself but he’s trying to change the subject and won’t tell me what is really going on.

  “I don’t understand how you can watch these episodes over and over.” Sketch comments, scrunching his face up as he looks at the TV.

  “What?” I gape. “Friends is a classic TV show.” I eye him weirdly as Sketch grunts in return.

  I watch him as he stares at the TV. I know Sketch isn’t watching the show, he’s just distracting himself from having to talk to me and not deal with my questioning. He knows I’m watching him also, and after five minutes he eventually gives in.

  “Look, I know you’re dying to know everything but I can’t tell you.” Sketch sighs, still not looking at me.

  “Club business?” I ask, already knowing the answer but I thought I would ask anyway. Sketch nods, wrapping his arm around the back of me and pulling me close. “I hate club business.”

  Sketch chuckles a little. “I feel ya.”

  I finally look at the TV, wondering what it could be that has Sketch uptight. He doesn’t seem to relax at all while we sit together. Sketch even tenses at every little noise on the street, his grip on my shoulder getting a little tighter every time.

  “Promise me you will lock the door D.” Sketch suddenly speaks, confirming my suspicions that something has happened.

  “I will.”

  “And there might be some brothers hanging around the salon, if it’s not me.” Sketch adds.

  “Might be?” I sigh. “Meaning, there will be.”

  “Correct.” Sketch nods and I have to leave it. I’m a woman, and I have no right to question Sketch, even though it’s killing me to keep quiet. I want to grill him and demand that he tell me what’s going on, but I know that cannot, and will not happen. If I need to know, he would have told me something and I have to respect that. I’ve grown up in this club and I know the rules well, deciding to stay in the club and also now an Old Lady, I have chosen to accept this lifestyle.

  My brain runs with all possibilities that could explain his behaviour, and I hope it has nothing to do with the Devils and all of the unthinkable horror they cause. The Devils Spawn were taken care of, and our American charter is taking care of things on their side, so surely it can’t have anything to do with them, right? A shiver spreads over me at the thought and Sketch pulls me closer. “You cold?”

  “A little.” I lie and Sketch sees right through it.

  “We’ll be ok.” He squeezes me. “More importantly, you will be safe.”

  “So something is going down?”

  “I didn’t say that.” He eyes me. “But just be careful, ok?” He leans over and gives me a deep kiss. “I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

  “Nothing will.” I smile up at him. “Just make sure you’re back here, safe and sound every night.”

  “Sounds like a plan.” He smirks, and it’s the smile that has his eyes sparkling with mischief and it does funny things to my lady parts.

  The episode of Friends finishes and I turn the TV off, wanting to go to bed. I thought with Sketch acting a little uptight and worrisome, he wouldn’t want to be doing anything once we were under the covers, but as soon as I lie next to him, he rolls me on top of him and caresses my breasts. His cock getting harder under me, causing me to grind on him. Sketch grips onto my thighs and guides me onto his cock. I groan as he fills me, pausing for a couple of seconds to let myself adjust to his size.

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p; “Let me watch you.” Sketch moans, moving me against him and causing his cock to touch something deep inside that catches my breath. It almost feels too strong, but I don’t want to tell him to stop.

  I begin to move, grinding up and down on his thickness and my head falls back. My hair dangles down my back and Sketch tangles his hands through it, my eyes closing from the many sensations I’m feeling right now. Whatever is going on with the club, I will stand by my man and help him through this. Hell, if it’s anything like we’ve been though before, we will all need each other. I just really fucking hope that we’re not going through hell again.

  ***

  All day I’ve been feeling so restless. I need to talk to the girls about Sketch’s mood last night, and if they have noticed a change in their men, or if it’s just me. Instead I’ve had to work, and I haven’t had a moment to talk properly with Tasha because we’re all over the place just like yesterday. I haven’t even had time to pee yet!

  As I’m at the reception, saying bye to one of my last clients, Tasha joins me and lets the lady with the brand new hairdo, know how much her bill is. I wait with her for a couple of minutes as she walks out and give Tasha a sympathetic look. “You ok?”

  Tasha takes a big gulp from her bottle of water. “Yeah.”

  I do sometimes sympathise with Tasha. I get more rest during work hours with me being on the beauty side of things and Tasha is always on her feet.

  “Listen, you wanna come to mine after work?” I ask her.

  Tasha looks me over. “Sure, everything ok?”

  I nod. “I wanna get the others there too.”

  “Now I know there’s something wrong.” Tasha steps closer, so nobody else can overhear. “I don’t know about Elise and Lauren because of the babies but I’ll come and I’m sure Maci will too.”

  I rub my forehead. “Shit, I forgot that Lauren and Elise won’t be able to at that time.”

  “You’re worrying me D.” Tasha looks up at the clock. “You wanna close early?”

  It’s three in the afternoon, and I only have one woman left. Tasha checks the salons laptop, where all of our bookings are recorded and she confirms that she has a trim to do in five minutes, but after that she’s free and only seeing to people who walk in off the street. Tasha has text the girls for me while I greet my final customer and after another ten minutes, it’s pretty clear that Tasha’s booked in trim is a no show. I fucking hate it when people do that, but today I happen to be pleased.

  “All of them will be at your place in thirty minutes.” Tasha lets me know, before going to the door as two young girls walk in, hoping for some new and pretty nails. Tasha gently lets them know that we will be closing early today, but she books them in for tomorrow instead. With that sorted, we’re now all set to meet the girls at my apartment.

  As soon as the salon is empty, we lock everything up and make our way to my apartment. Maci is already here and was able to let the girls into the apartment whilst Tasha and I were still in the salon. Maci is sat with Lauren and Elise as we enter, but I run over to the beautiful babies.

  “Hi babies!” I drop to my knees where Conor is playing with the toys Lauren has brought. Conor giggles and grabs onto my face and my heart melts. I give him a kiss and lean up to peak in Elise’s arms at Madison. “Beautiful girl.”

  “We know you love the kids,” Lauren laughs. “But we need to know why you wanted us here so desperately.”

  Nodding, I turn to face her and take a deep breath. “When Sketch came home from whatever club business they were on, something was wrong.”

  Tasha nods. “Devlin was the same too and so over protective.”

  “Yes.” I quickly agree. “Sketch was the same.”

  “Grim wanted Conor and me to move to the clubhouse.” Lauren bites down on her lip and I see the worry. She looks from Elise to Tasha. “You don’t think this is to do with the Devils, do you?”

  Elise’s face flashes with fear and she grips onto baby Madison tighter. “It can’t be.”

  I immediately take the seat beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “That won’t ever happen again.”

  Elsie sadly smiles. “You can’t know that for sure.”

  Lauren looks down at Conor. “We won’t let them hurt our family again, even if it means taking things into our own hands.”

  We all nod to one another, making a silent promise to stand by our men and protect our family, blood related or not, no matter what it takes. Thank fuck we still take the self-defence lessons that our brothers and other club members help to teach us, because now I feel a little more prepared for what might be coming for us. I pray that it’s not true, and the men are just being their usual, over bearing selves, but the fact that we can see the immediate change in them sparks fear in all of us.

  “Is it crazy of me to think that we should be protecting ourselves a little bit more?” I ask them all.

  “As in a gun?” Maci asks, her perfectly shaped eyebrows raised in surprise.

  Lauren coughs. “Erm, I’ve already asked Grim for one.” We all look at her in shock and she shifts uncomfortably. “After what happened last time, I didn’t want to take any more chances. Grim said he will think about it.”

  I smile at my sister in law. “Well, I say no more thinking about it, the men are prepared to protect themselves and the families. I know they help to teach us self-defence, but there’s only so much a kick and a punch will do. What if one day there’s a gun in our face, what will we do then?”

  If there’s a threat against us, then we deserve to be in a position to look after ourselves and the ones around us. I just have to talk to my dad and Sketch about it. This should be fun.

  Chapter Four

  Drew

  I look around the restaurant, impressed by Sketch’s choice. “Did I go a good job?” He asks, grinning at me from across the table.

  I send him a wink. “You did great.”

  Tonight is date night and after the week I’ve had at the salon, I’m really enjoying being able to just sit back and relax whilst someone else cooks for me so I can spend time with my man. Sketch seems to have chilled out after his mini freak out the other night, so I’ve been able to unwind even more so.

  Sketch leans forward, so I do too. “Have I earnt a present for myself?”

  I can’t help but laugh, and it’s so loud that people on the nearby tables glance over. “I think so.”

  “That’s what I like to hear babe.” He sends me a cheeky wink this time and it stirs a need inside of me. I clench my thighs together as I stare over at him, my sexy tattooed biker. I think about standing up right now and ordering Sketch to take me home so I can have him naked, underneath me while I ride him.

  “No.” Sketch shakes his head, a naughty sparkle in his eye.

  “What?” I ask, wondering if I said all of that out loud or not.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” he lifts an eyebrow, challenging me. “You want me to take you home, so I can get you naked and have you under me.”

  I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to hold back my laughter. “Close enough.”

  “As much as I want to babe, we still have dessert to go.” He nods towards the waiter who comes from behind me and places a chocolate fudge cake with custard in front of me and my mouth waters. Yeah, sex can wait!

  We both eat and it’s so delicious that I make more noises than necessary, but I can’t control it. I lick my lips to get all the goodness. Eventually, Sketch gently nudges me under the table. “You wanna calm down a little?” He quietly adds, “You’re giving every man in here a fucking hard on.”

  I pause, looking around and sure enough men are risking a glace over every now and then and the women that are sat with them are glaring over at me. I sit up straight and take a sip from my drink, smiling at everyone as I set the glass back down. Sketch’s phone rings.

  “Prez.” He looks up to me before answering, letting me know who it is and I watch him, a nervous feeling spreading through m
e. As he talks with my dad, I see Sketch’s body language go from relaxed to rigid in a matter of seconds. Fuck this isn’t good.

  I almost knock my drink over when Sketch jumps up from his seat, people stare and I grab my bag to get ready to go. “I’m coming now.” He confirms before hanging up and giving me a sympathetic look.

  “Come on then.” I stand, as Sketch pulls out his wallet and puts down a wad of cash on the table. There’s more than enough there, but it seems I don’t have time to complain. Sketch takes hold of my hand as I stare longingly at the chocolate cake he had left behind, and leads me out of the restaurant.

  “Well, that was nice while it lasted.” I sigh as we quickly walk over to the car.

  Sketch stops before he opens my door, and takes hold of my hands in his. “Shit, I’m sorry babe.”

  “It’s fine.” I force a smile. “It is club business, right?”

  Sketch nods and quickly opens the door for me, ushering me inside. When Sketch gets in beside me, he starts the car and is driving before I’ve even clipped my seat belt in.

  “One of the strip club’s has been raided.” Sketch growls as he drives, his eyes glaring at the road ahead.

  “What the fuck?” I scream, all thoughts of the chocolate fudge cake long forgotten. I watch Sketch and I can see the stress and worry eating at him. “The club is ok, right?”

  Sketch’s Adams apple bobs up and down as he swallows hard. His eyes snap to me for a second before he returns to the road. “Yeah.”

  I know he’s lying. I fucking know it, but I have to sit back, like the fucking good girl I am for my man. I’ll just patiently wait, it will all come out soon but I just hope nothing bad happens to anyone before that. “Mmmm.” I mumble under my breath.

  Sketch clears his throat. “I’m gonna take you home.”

  “I may as well come with you!” I argue, we have to pass all three strip clubs before getting to my apartment. It seems stupid for him to take me home and then go back on himself.