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I chuckled, taking that mouth, because the whole time we were looking at each other, I just wanted to taste her.
“Babe, you’ll love it, I promise. I’m really fucking good at the sex, haven’t you noticed?”
She giggled then. “No complaints here. What if the buttsex waits, until we can get a strap-on?”
“You wanna fuck me in the ass, baby? Not sure that’s exactly what I was hoping for.”
“You said once that you’d bend over and take it, or something like that. You wanted me to dominate you.”
Fuck, she’s not wrong, is she?
“Yeah, but that was before I realised what you needed from me, and it’s not that. You need to be owned, used, and degraded, and I fucking love giving you that.”
She shuddered, uttering a surprised squeak, when I moved my hands to her tits, and pinched both of her nipples in a tight grip.
“You saying you don’t want the rough fucking I can give ya, babe? You know I’ll always leave you satisfied, and fucking exhausted, physicallyandmentally.”
“God, yes,” she whispered, arching her back to offer me her tits, like I didn’t already have them in a firm grip. A fist banged on my door then, and we both jumped out of our skin. Fuck. We’re meant to be somewhere, right?
“We’re all waiting for you, asshole.”
I guess it was time to go tie this woman to me for the rest of our fucking lives, and I couldn’t wait a second longer.
“Let’s do this, so we can get to the ass portion of the night.”
Grace
Idon’tknowwhatI’d been expecting, but this wasn’t anything like it. After a brief ‘speech’ by Reacher, who’d not long retrieved Ally from the hospital, and wouldn’t let go of her for a single second, it was straight to the tattooing.
Has-Been was first, since he was doing his old lady’s after, so we had plenty of time to kill, and Torch spent that time doing his best to wind me up sexually, while we waited for our turn. The buzz of the tattoo gun was freaking me out, so I think he was using that as an excuse for his behaviour, like he was trying to distract me, but eventually, I grabbed his hand, which kept snaking under the table, while we chatted with two of his brothers, and squeezed it, digging my fingernails into his skin.
He groaned beside me, leaning close to whisper in my ear.
“If you think that’ll put me off, you really don’t get me, babe. I wanna fuck you right now. You wouldn’t believe how hard I am for you, babe. Should I shove you down on your knees, and make you suck me while they talk to me?” Oh god. That shouldn’t be a turn on, because the humiliation of doing that in front of anyone would be too much, wouldn’t it?
“Jesus, Torch, are you rubbing one out while you talk to me? Not cool, man,” Ryder said, getting up and walking away, shaking his head. Stag, the other biker they’d been chatting too, seemed unconcerned about it, but I knew I was blushing like mad right now, and it wasn’t even because they thought I was doing anything. I was the innocent one here, wasn’t I?
“I’m just saying, with you guys all pairing off, it’s really changing the atmosphere in here, man. I can’t just talk about whipping my dick out anymore.” Torch nearly inhaled the mouthful of beer he’d just swallowed, and I slapped his back, while I glared at the other biker.
“What? This is what I’m saying, darlin’. We used to be all men in here, apart from the occasional club girl, but now it’s full of old ladies innit. Suddenly gotta watch our manners and shit.”
“Grace isn’t a prude, man. Just keep your dick in your pants, and you can keep it,” Torch assured him, pouting at me as I got up from the table.
“I’m not offended. I just wanted to see how the tattoos are going. Has is doing Elise’s now.”
I headed over there, and watched, as he permanently etched his name into her skin, her teeth gritting now and then against the pain. I took her hand for a moment, squeezing it gently.
“How does it feel?”
Rocket stepped up beside me.
“Everyone’s pain threshold is different, doc, you know that.”
“I know. I just want this over with, so I can just be at the ‘already tattooed phase’.”
He pouted, almost just like Torch had, and I couldn’t help grinning at him.
“What?”
