Page 7 of Ink's Devil

Two cocks filling me? There’s not enough room.

“I think you’re enough by yourself.”

“Never say never,” he says, at last pulling out. “Life’s too short to be missing out on all those experiences. If you change your mind, I’m sure I can find one of my brothers who’s up for double-teaming. Hmm, Mace, perhaps?”

He’d fuck me with one of his brothers?Perhaps that doesn’t count as going back twice. For a moment I even give it consideration, then shake the idea out of my head. One biker’s a lot to handle. Two? Far too much.

He gives me a little longer to recover this time, then he’s up for more. Slowly those condoms on the bed do indeed disappear. It must be the early hours of the morning when at last he flops over and lies on his back.

“Think you’ve totally drained me, little girl. Hope you got what you were looking for.”

I did. Boy, did I. And more. “It wasn’t too much of a disappointment.” I try to make my voice nonchalant.

He laughs. “Fuck, babe. I think more would have killed you. Not that it would be a bad way to go. Talking about going, you got your own room here?”

He knows that I have. It’s a not too subtle hint I’m no longer welcome.

I turn on my side and run my hand over his chest. He traps it in his and stops me. His eyes harden slightly. “Told you how this was going to go. I’m not one for cuddling, and I always sleep alone.”

I knew what I was walking into, I can’t pretend I didn’t. This was nothing more than a biker fucking, something he’s done many times before, even if it’s my first such encounter. I can’t act disappointed, he’d set out the terms and I agreed to them.

I got what I wanted and more. No regrets,I tell myself fiercely. I can’t complain, he certainly delivered on his promise, and I’d had the night I’d hoped for.

I try to sound casual. “Something to be said about doing the walk of shame in the night, rather than in the morning.” I gaze at his handsome face for one last moment, then slide off the bed. I put on my panties and bra, then pull my dress over my head. “Zip me up?”

“Come here.” I perch on the edge of the bed as he performs the action I’d requested. I feel a feather light touch to my neck. A caress of his lips, and his warm breath touches me.

Play on it? Turn around and try to kiss him?

I harden my resolve and stand. “Thank you, Ink,” I tell him, without turning around.

As I collect my purse and walk to the door, I hear him say, “The pleasure was all mine, little girl.”

He’s got that wrong.

Chapter Three

Beth

Back in my room, I awkwardly twist to reach the tricky zipper and remove my dress once again, then slip into the PJs I’d brought to sleep in. It’s after four am, I notice, seeing the digital numbers on the radio by the side of the bed.

Climbing on top of the covers, I pull up my knees, folding my arms around them.

Well, I’ve done it. For months I’d badgered Mel to introduce me to her biker friends, and today—yesterday, I correct—I’d met them.

Will I come to look back on last night with regret?

That’s one question that’s hard to answer with my body still humming from the pleasure he gave me. One thing for certain is I’ll never forget how good sex with Ink was.

I snuggle down, hugging the pillow to me.Did I make him feel good too?Or was it just another fuck to him? Had there been nothing to distinguish me from the hundreds of women he’d probably been with?

Mentally I slap myself around the head. Of course, there wasn’t. He took what I offered without making any promises. That’s it, it’s over. The sooner I come to terms with that the better.

I went into this with my eyes open. If my eyes are watering, it’s just because I’m tired.

Turning over, I try to sleep. After tossing and turning, finally my exhausted and well-used body drags me into slumber.

I wake with tender ass cheeks and aches in muscles I couldn’t remember having felt before. Ink had made good on his promise that I’d have trouble moving this morning. A hot shower eases the worst of the aching and helps in my effort to not walk bowlegged.

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