Page 83 of Savage Desires
I look at the sketch and nibble my bottom lip wondering what he will think. This is the third sketch of Kisten… well… Kisten and me. The first two are just him. I hold my breath as I hand him the sketchbook opened to the first page. A look of surprise comes over his face and he looks from the sketch to me and back again.
“This is amazing, Willow.”
My cheeks heat with a blush. “I was afraid I forgot how to draw…”
He laughs. “You most certainly did not. You’re beyond talented.”
He flips to the next page, and he smiles. This one is a sketch of Kisten sleeping that I did from memory. He looks peaceful without the hard edges he has when he’s awake. I love that vulnerable side of him. It’s a side that no one other than me sees and I cherish it.
“You did this from memory?”
I nod. He starts to turn the page and I have a sudden urge to yank the sketchbook out of his hands. “That one’s not finished. Maybe you should wait to look at it…”
He raises a brow and studies me. “You’re blushing, love. Now I have to look.”
I cover my face with my hands so I don’t have to see his reaction. He sucks in a breath and groans. “Fuck, Willow. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Better than any porn ever made.”
I peek out from between my fingers to find him staring intently at the drawing. I don’t know what came over me when I started the sketch. I went from drawing Kisten sleeping to thinking about how I woke up with his cock deep inside me and how turned on it made me. I sat up and started riding him even though he was still asleep. It was like I had no control over my own body. All I could do was slake the need burning inside me.
The sketch is of his cock inside me as I ride him from my viewpoint. I sketched everything from me cupping my breast and teasing my nipple to his cut abs. You can see in explicit detail how my pussy stretches around his cock. It’s extremely erotic and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on to draw it.
“I’m tempted to say fuck the meeting and take you to bed and reenact this moment.”
“That sounds a lot more enjoyable than this meeting is going to be, but they came a long way to help, and we need to prepare for tonight. We can’t fail.”
We hold hands as we ride the elevator down. It opens to a foyer that has two doors on either side. He leads me to the door on the left that’s standing open. The sound of several men’s voices greets us when we enter. There’s a short hallway that opens into an open plan room that is arranged in four parts. One corner has desks with half a dozen computer monitors, the other has a huge sectional couch that looks like a giant horseshoe with an oversized square coffee table in front of it. There’s a small kitchenette with a sink, microwave, fridge, and not much else. The rest of the space is a table with at least twenty seats.
The room falls quiet when they notice us… more like when they notice me. I immediately feel uncomfortable and partially hide behind Kisten. I know these are friends, but they are all huge and scary looking. They look like how you’d expect an outlaw to look. There’s nothing civilized about them.
The biggest man heads our way, and it takes a huge amount of self-control to not completely hide behind Kisten. Why the hell am I scared among friends? It’s definitely not rational. I watch the leather clad man approach and shake hands with Kisten.
“Hey, man. Glad you called. Boston was a bust and we could use a little stress relief. Dead ends always piss us off real good.”
“Appreciate you coming. We’re going to need all the help you can give,” Kisten says.
The man looks at me and smiles making his gruff face transform completely. He no longer looks like a scary biker. “Hi sweetheart. Name’s Gunner,” he says in a gentle tone, holding his hand out for me to shake.
I step out from behind Kisten and place my hand in his. He looks surprised when I give him a firm handshake. I might be a scaredy cat right now, but I know how much people judge a handshake. That’s one of the many lessons Dad taught me. A strong handshake is a good first impression and tells you a lot about the person.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Willow.” I’m super proud of myself because my voice doesn’t shake even a little when I speak.
Yay me!
“Come meet the guys. I know we look rough around the edges, but I assure you we’d rather cut off our own hands than hurt a woman. You’re safe with any of us. We’ll protect you with our lives tonight.”
My breath catches when I see every man nod at Gunner’s words. How can perfect strangers offer to protect someone with their lives? It’s crazy, yet I can see the truth written on all their faces. Gunner introduces me to all his men… Trevor, Duke, Cutter, Zeke, Cash, Doc, Joker, and Blaze. All of them come shake my hand as they are introduced which is endearing. Especially when they try to be all delicate with their handshake until they feel my firm grip. I can tell I’ve earned their respect and that means a lot to me.
The only guy that gives me pause is Cutter. He hasn’t stopped looking at me since I stepped away from Kisten. I’m not sure why. It’s not in a predatory way, but more like he’s trying to figure out some great puzzle.
We gather around the table, Kisten pulling me onto his lap like always. Definitely my favorite place to be. He gives them the rundown on Mecca and the mansion, then explains the reason we called them for help. They are furious when they find out that the Irish could be involved. They weren’t too surprised by the Russians, apparently, they are known for being unscrupulous.
By the time Kisten’s explained everything and they’ve asked us both at least a dozen questions the rest of our crew shows up. Mauve pulled through in getting her brother here. There’s no denying that Jett is her brother, they have the exact same eyes and hair. He brought ten men with him that he doesn’t take the time to introduce. They are all impeccably dressed in suits and wordlessly take up spots unobtrusively standing around the room.
T.J. brings two guys with him that look like they just broke out of jail. Considering they go by Rat and Deuce, it’s a safe assumption. Kisten seems to know them and doesn’t appear upset that they’re here so they must be okay. Not that I’ll be spending any time making friends with them. I’ve got nine new biker friends; I don’t need to make friends with two Attica escapees.
Davis comes in with a beast of a man. I’ve never seen anyone as big as him before, but even with his size he’s not as intimidating as any of the bikers. And when he smiles at me, showing two dimples, I decide he’s definitely a big teddy bear. I can’t hold back my laugh when Davis introduces him as Bear. He looks at me with amusement.
“Something funny, little one?”