KING(45)

A ‘please’ from the man who didn’t say ‘please’.

“Okay,” I agreed. “But why?”

“Because I looked over at you while you were drawing this, and you looked all cute, biting your lip, your face flushed, the back of the pencil pressed against those pink lips. Then, when you showed me what you drew, I saw it right away.”

“Saw what?”

“Me. The bird. You drew me.” I opened my mouth to argue that it was just a bird, but I couldn’t. He was right.

Dark and dangerous.

Hard but beautiful, taking what he wanted from the world.

It was him.

King propped the sketchbook on the table so I could reference my drawing. I did the best I could to create a smaller version of it onto the back of his hand. I worked even harder trying to ignore the electricity humming between us. King never took his eyes off of me.

It took me twice as long to complete than the sketch, but when I was finally done, I put the marker down and sat back.

“Okay?” I asked.

King held his hand up and examined my work. “It will work,” he confirmed. “Now, go get me a coffee.”

“No Red Bull?” I asked, standing up from the table.

“It’s after 5am. After 5am calls for coffee.”

“Okay, coffee then,” I said, making my way down to the kitchen. By the time I figured out the single cup coffee machine thing they had—the only modern appliance in the kitchen—and got back to the studio, King was hunched over his hand with his tattoo gun buzzing.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Silence.

“So what? You’re ignoring me now?”

He lifted the gun from his skin. “Yes, because if I talk to you, I’ll be giving this bird a dick in his mouth instead of a snake,” King said.

“I will get back to the fact that you sort of made a joke later, something which I didn’t think you were capable of doing, but right now, the only thing I can concentrate on is that you are tattooing my sketch onto your hand!” I shouted.

“What did you think I was going to do with it?” King dipped his gun into the ink.

“I don’t know, but not that!”

“Pup?” King asked softly.

“Yeah?”

“Enough with the questions. You’re distracting me. Go the f*ck to bed.”

“But—” I started to argue.

“Pup?”

“Yeah?”

“Bed. Now. Or you can choose to stay, but I’m warning you, if that’s the decision you make and you are still here when I’m done, I’m bending you over that couch and f*cking you into next week.”

Shit.

I scurried out of the room as fast as I could, not stopping to catch my breath, I could still hear him laughing as I closed the door and sank to the floor.

I was totally and utterly, for lack of a better word, FUCKED.





Chapter Fifteen




King


You looked so f*cking cute, sitting there concentrating. Where the f*ck did that come from? I hadn’t even realized I’d said it out loud until I saw the redness rise in her cheeks. On the other hand, flirting with her and making her uncomfortable was by far becoming my newest and most favorite source of entertainment.

Since she started eating Preppy’s cooking, it only took a couple of days for Pup to pack on some weight. The additional few pounds had done amazing things for her figure. Her sunken cheeks were a little fuller and somehow made her appear even more innocent and cherub-like. Her tits and ass were rounder and begging to be touched even more so than before. She had the body of a woman and the face of an angel and I was constantly walking around like a thirteen year old who had to keep adjusting himself to hide his raging hard-on.

The truth was I didn’t bother her while she was sketching because I didn’t want her to move, and I was perfectly content to just sit and stare at her all night. But then, she would cross and uncross her legs while biting her lip, and all I could think about was how I wanted to be the one to bite that lip. How wet I could make her between those legs.

I didn’t get up from my stool after Neil left because I was afraid she’d look up from her sketch and see my cock standing at attention through my jeans. If she were any other chick, I would draw her attention to it, but I didn’t want to send her running into the other room. I already felt her fighting off whatever attraction she had for me. The horrible truth of the matter is that I didn’t want to scare her away.