Page 41 of Ink's Devil

“Don’t you need to talk to the hangarounds?” I ask. Realising if this is a typical party, I probably would be more comfortable just with Ink in his room.

“Yeah. Do you mind? Hey, Karl. Make sure Beth’s okay for a second?”

The prospect nods. Showing he takes his new duty seriously, after a quick glance to check no members are waiting to be served—visitors can apparently wait—he leans on the bar. “Heard you’re going to have a go riding Beaver’s Sportster.”

I nod, but glumly. “Had it planned for tomorrow, but with this…” I point in the direction of one of the large windows where large flakes of snow can be seen falling in the light spilling out from the clubroom.

“Yeah, winters can be crap. There’s always next week. Ink tell you Beaver’s thinking of selling his ride?”

I raise an eyebrow.

Karl nods a confirmation, then suggests, “You get on with it, could make him an offer.”

Have my own motorcycle?That sounds great. I grin. “Think I’ll have to learn how to ride it first.”

“Sorry about that, babe. Thanks, Karl.”

Karl, who’d straightened as Ink approached, raises his chin then moves away.

“All done?” I ask. He hadn’t taken long.

“For now. Cad will need to dig into their backgrounds, but on the surface, they’re saying the right shit.” His eyes narrow.

“What?”

“Never thought I’d be talking to a… woman about club business.”

I smile at the way he stopped himself from calling me a bitch. Progress? Maybe. Then I frown. “I’m sorry if I spoke out of turn.”

“Nah, babe.” His eyes stare into mine. “Won’t be able to share much with you, but if there’s stuff I can, don’t think I’d mind talking it over. Them?” He jerks his head behind him to the men he was just speaking to. “Maybe a woman could sniff out if they carry a bad smell.”

“Mel didn’t.” Then I rethink. “Actually, yes, she did. She tried hard to stay out of Skull’s clutches at first. She should have gone with her first instinct.”

“She should’ve.” He raises his hand to my face. “Now, enough about Mel, those assholes behind me and anyone else. Have you had enough socialising and want to come upstairs?”

Oh, God.Over Ink’s shoulder I catch sight of Thunder pawing at a girl… he’s got her breasts out. He’s licking her nipple in full view. Her head’s thrown back, clearly into it…

When I turn back to Ink, my face burns.

After spinning around to see what I’d noticed, Ink turns back with a smirk. “I take it you’ve seen enough.” The sight of his brother seems to have affected him in a very different way as his voice has dropped an octave and his pupils have dilated.

Turning my head in the other direction, I quickly swing it back having caught the sight of one of the young girls on her knees in front of the much older Rusty, her head bobbing up and down in his lap.

Again, Ink follows my line of sight. “You could get down on your knees for me, doll.”

“What?” I squeak.He can’t be serious, can he?

Oh shit. Now to my side I can see one of the club girls sitting with her legs either side of Sparky’s thighs. Describing what she’s doing as a lap dance would be far too tame. The way he’s thrusting his hips…

“Yeah, doll.” Ink’s voice challenges me.

The air has become heavy as musk mingles with the smell of cigarette smoke. Wild horses wouldn’t have dragged the confession out of me, but the full-on orgy that appears to have started is indeed turning me on. Though not to the extent I’m prepared to give my man a blow job in public.

Swallowing rapidly, I glance back at the expectant man by my side. “I will, but not here.”

“Chicken,” he leans in to tell me. Then he removes the drink I’m still holding from my hand and places it on the bar. “If I’m not getting my cock sucked here, it’s time to move this party upstairs.”

I swallow again, then nod, and make no protest as he wraps his arm around me and takes me to the stairway which leads upward to his room. After he turns the key in the lock, I follow him in.

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