Kyah’s brows arch, and an amused grin cuts across that beautiful face. “You’re screwing with me, right?” she laughs. “You don’t know your address?”

  “In my defense, I’ve only been there a few weeks.”

  Kyah rolls her eyes and steps into my side. “Just fill out the medical stuff and sign at the bottom,” she tells me. “I’ll fill out the rest of it.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I say, scanning over the list of medical questions before going through and ticking all the NO boxes. I sign it at the bottom, and as I get up from the desk, Kyah takes the pen and quickly scribbles in the rest of my address. Then plunging her hand into her handbag, she grabs a familiar slip of paper to copy down my phone number. “You kept that?” I ask, remembering the exact moment I stuck it to her door.

  “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she tells me, pointing toward her tattooing chair for me to take a seat. “Once something gets dumped into my handbag, it might as well start paying rent because it’ll never come out again.”

  I laugh and drop down into her chair, watching as she rolls toward me on her wheely stool, her knee brushing against mine. “What do you want?” she asks, her gaze trailing over my body.

  “You, Mace.”

  Her gaze snaps back to mine. “That’s not what I—”

  “I know what you meant,” I say, cutting her off and taking her chin, holding her gaze hostage.

  Hesitation flashes in her eyes. “This isn’t a good idea.”

  “The tattoo, or you and me?”

  “You and me,” she murmurs, her voice so low as though she’s afraid of saying it any louder.

  Pushing forward in the chair, I lean into her, my hands dropping to her thighs and rolling her in even closer. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Mace. I see the pulse at the base of your throat speed up every time I come close,” I say, brushing my fingers across her neck. “You want this just as much as I do.”

  Kyah nods and relief pounds through my chest.

  “Then whatever it is that’s holding you back, we’ll work through it.”

  “It’s not that simple,” she tells me. “Being with me is . . . it’s complicated. I could be putting you in danger.”

  I scoff. “What? Because of those biker dudes who follow you everywhere you go?”

  “You noticed that, huh?”

  I lean in even closer, my lips brushing over hers. “How could I not?”

  Kyah’s lips gently move with mine, kissing me back, and when she pulls away, there’s a reluctance in her bright blue eyes. “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me,” she tells me. “I’d never be able to forgive myself.”

  “I can handle myself, Mace,” I tell her. “And for what it’s worth, if something were to happen to me simply for being close to you, then it’d be worth it.”

  Kyah groans and shoves me back into the chair, her cheeks flushed. “You’re impossible, you know that, right?” she questions with a wide grin. I laugh as she quickly recovers and tries to get serious. “Okay, but really, what kind of tattoo do you want and where?”

  My lips quirk up into a smirk. “Okay, so you know Pinocchio?” I ask, watching as her brows furrow and she slowly nods her head. “I was thinking of getting the top of his face right in the center of my groin. You know, just up to his eyes, and then the start of his nose would be where my dick is, so every time I got hard—”

  Kyah’s booming laugh cuts me off. “Holy shit. Why does that image come with sound effects in my head?” she questions, shaking her head. “But for the sake of your sex life, I’m not turning your dick into Pinocchio’s nose.”

  “Come on, Mace,” I tease. “You’ll be begging me to lie to you.”

  “Lying to women might get you hard, but nothing’s going to dry me up faster. Besides, from my experience, I don’t need you to lie to me to get you hard. I can do that all on my own.”

  Fuck. I adjust the front of my pants. All this talk of Kyah getting me hard works like magic.

  Her gaze travels down my body, catching my movements, and a smirk settles across her beautiful face. “Point proven.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “Alright, fine. A Pinocchio dick is off the table, but that leaves me fresh out of ideas.”

  Kyah scans over my body again before her gaze comes back to meet mine, a seriousness flashing in her eyes. “For real though, are you actually down with getting a tattoo? Because you have perfect virgin skin for me to mess with, and I have this epic skull design that I’ve been working on that I think would look amazing on you.”

  “Yeah?”

  She nods eagerly. “Yeah, can I show you?”

  Kyah scrambles off her chair, scurrying over to her desk and flipping through her designs until she finds what she’s looking for and whips back around. She strides back over to me as her eyes light up with excitement. “I picture it as a chest piece,” she explains, handing me the piece of paper.

  “Fuck me,” I breathe, taking it in and instantly being blown away by Kyah’s talent. The design is of a butterfly, only it has an almost demonic gothic feel to it. The wings are beautifully haunting, each side making up the eyes of the skull while the butterfly’s body is the nose, but at the bottom of the design, the butterfly almost appears to be melting away, making up the jaw and teeth of the skull. It’s disturbingly fascinating, and despite having walked in here with no intention of getting a tattoo, I can’t possibly walk away without it.

  Meeting her gaze, I nod as my blood pumps just a little bit faster. “Let’s do it.”

  29

  KYAH

  A thrill shoots through me as I transfer the stencil onto Alex’s skin. I’ve been playing around with this design for over six months, always making slight adjustments until it was perfect. I never really had a plan for it, but now that I see it stenciled across Alex’s chest, I could never turn back.

  It looks incredible on him, and the fact that it’s my design that he’s allowing to be permanently tattooed onto his skin somehow makes it better. I knew he was screwing with me when he first walked into High Voltage Ink. All he wanted was a moment of my time to try and figure out where my head was, and I stand by what I said—I’m terrified of getting too close to him. My new stalker friend might have eliminated the whole Mason Ledger threat, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not a threat in himself. I don’t know what he would do if he knew there was a man in my life, and the idea of Alex getting hurt because I couldn’t control myself around him has haunted me for the past two days.

  Not to mention, Viper is starting to become an issue. It was fun at first, a little innocent flirting here and there, but things are shifting with him, and I don’t like it. It makes me nervous. Viper isn’t the kind of man to hold back because something is right or wrong. He does what he wants and doesn’t care about the fall out, and I can see he’s growing impatient, especially now that Crew is gone.

  With Alex ready to go, I sit back down on my rolling stool and get comfortable, trying not to focus on the way his abs seem to stare at me, demanding attention, and his deep V begging me to run my fingers across it.

  These next few hours are going to be challenging.

  The new guy took off twenty minutes ago and as the clock ticks closer to seven, I see Big Jim starting to pack up his things. I hadn’t planned a late night tonight. Hell, I specifically kept my schedule clear so I could enjoy a night off, but there’s nowhere I’d rather be right now.

  Reaching for my tattoo gun, I lean in toward Alex, and just as I place my gloved hand over his chest, he blanches. “Ahh fuck. Okay,” he says, taking a deep breath. “Before you start, there’s something you should know.”

  “Like what?” I say, my tattoo gun hovering over his chest.

  “Shit, Mace. This is embarrassing. I’ve been trying to play it off and keep my cool, but now that the gun is right there, I gotta let you know,” he says, swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “I’m like . . . deathly afraid of needles. Like, shit my pants type of phobia.”

  I grin wide, taking in the absolute fear in his eyes and loving every second of it. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  “I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t laugh at my misery.”

  “Oh, it’s way too late for that,” I tell him, unable to wipe the grin off my face. “I’m going to be laughing about this for the next year. But do you need me to stop? It’s not too late to back out now.”

  “Hell no. We’re doing this,” he tells me. “Now that I’ve seen that design, I’ve gotta have it. Besides, I’ve always wanted to cover myself in tatts but have never had the balls to face the tattoo gun, but now that it’s in your hand and I’m desperate to look tough, my ego won’t let me give up. Plus, I don’t think you’ll ever let me live it down if I were to bitch out.”

  “You’re damn right about that,” I tell him, meeting his gaze. “You just need something else to focus on.”

  “Like what?” he murmurs.

  Taking his hand, I drop it down off the chair and to my thigh. “I’ll make you a deal,” I tell him. “Every time you start thinking about your fear of needles, I’ll let you slide your hand just a little higher up my thigh. And for every time you overcome it and start to relax, I’ll lose a piece of clothing.”

  His brow arches just as I hear Big Jim hurry up with his things, suddenly feeling the overwhelming urge to get out of here as fast as he can. My gaze lifts, and I watch as he scurries out of here, stopping by the front door to glance back at me, a clear warning in his eyes that says, don’t fuck this asshole in my shop.

  I grin wide, and Big Jim shakes his head, realizing his warning is lost on me, and as he walks out and locks the door behind him, I turn my attention back to Alex, turning on the gun in my hand. “What do you say?” I ask, watching as his eyes widen, gaping at the gun. “Do we have a deal?”

  “Fuck,” he says, blowing his cheeks out. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

  And with that, I lower the gun to his chest as he turns his face away, not able to watch, and as he slowly starts to relax into it, I feel his hand creeping up my thigh.

  Two hours later, I’m sitting in nothing but my bra and thong, my head thrown back as Alex plunges his thick fingers deep into my cunt. “Fuck,” I groan, my tattoo gun hovering over his chest.

  Turns out, I set myself up and made myself a losing deal. Apparently, Alex is the type of man who faces his fears head-on, not only overcoming them, but making them his bitch.

  He’s been driving me wild with need for the past hour, and I’m fucking soaked for him. I’ve pushed through it, trying to focus on his tattoo, but I can’t do it anymore. It’s too much, and when his fingers start massaging my walls, I let the tattoo gun fall away. This design is too good to screw it up now.

  “Oh fuck, Alex,” I groan, needing so much more.

  He sits up a little higher on the chair, clearly realizing I’ve abandoned his tattoo, and he locks his other arm around my waist, yanking me up off my wheely stool. He settles me over his hips, and I immediately grind down over him, feeling just how fucking rock hard he is.

  “Shit, Mace. I’ve got to have you,” he grunts, his hand curling around the back of my neck and pulling me in until his lips fuse with mine. He kisses me deeply, and I melt into him, needing everything he could possibly give me.

  His fingers keep working me as I reach around my back and hastily unclasp my bra, letting the flimsy material drop down between us.

  “Fucking hell,” he mutters, pulling back just enough to scan his hungry gaze down my body, his eyes filling with an intense desire. He immediately cups his hand over my tit, his thumb brushing over my nipple and gently pinching it as it hardens beneath his touch. “Always so fucking responsive.”

  I groan, tipping my head back as he pinches my nipple again, sending an electric current shooting through my body and down to my core. “Mm-hmm,” I whisper, tearing off my gloves and throwing them somewhere behind me. “Only for you.”

  He pulls me back in, those warm lips crushing mine, and as his tongue wars with mine for dominance, a fiery need slams through us both. I have to have him. I can’t possibly wait another second. “Alex,” I whimper, my hands plunging down between us and reaching for his belt.

  “I know, Mace,” he mutters. “Me too.”

  Getting his pants undone, I reach in and curl my fingers around his thick cock, not able to close my hand fully around him. Alex sucks in a breath, hissing through gritted teeth, and as I pull him free from the confines of his pants and really start working him, his hips jolt forward, pushing up into my hand.

  His cock is fucking stunning, standing tall and thick. There are angry veins up and down his impressive length and my mouth immediately waters, desperate to know how he tastes, but I’m not fooling myself. Both Alex and I know there’s not going to be time for that tonight. The hunger is too much. I’m famished, and I need to feel the way he fills me, feel how he stretches me, and when I finally get what I want, I’m going to fuck him into oblivion.

  His fingers plunge deeper into my core, his thumb rolling tight circles over my clit, and despite how good it is, I don’t want to finish like this. I need to come while riding his thick cock, and I won’t accept anything else. “Tell me we’re done waiting,” I pant, my chest heaving with a fierce desperation.

  “Fuck yes,” he growls, his arm locking around my waist and lifting me just enough to tear my thong off my body, having no choice but to pull his fingers free at the same time.

  “Thank God,” I breathe, my fist tightening around his huge cock, suddenly pleased that I prepared myself for this moment with the mistletoe monster cock stuck to my wall, because I don’t plan on taking my time or easing into it. I want to drop right over him and take him whole.

  I’ve never felt desperation like this before, and I don’t hesitate, lifting higher on my knees and positioning him right at my core, his thick tip pressing at my entrance. Alex hisses, sucking in a deep breath. “Fuck, Mace. I can already feel how fucking ready you are.”

  Pride surges through my chest, and I hold his stare as my tongue rolls over my bottom lip. I drop down over him, taking him whole until he’s bottoming out. “Oh God,” I cry out, my pussy walls already spasming around him as I get used to the delicious intrusion.

  “Holy fuck, Mace,” Alex grunts, thrusting his hips higher as my pussy squeezes around him like a warm glove.

  My walls stretch, and my eyes flutter as I brace my hand against his chest, being careful not to touch any of the places I’ve already inked. And then I start to move, rocking my hips and moving back up his impressive length.

  Both our breaths are shaky, and when I drop back down again, I throw my head back as Alex grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. “Baby, I need you to fucking move,” he grunts, a pained note in his deep tone.

  Yes, Sir.

  I start to really ride him, bouncing up and down over his thick cock, and my walls contract around him. When he presses his fingers to my clit and rolls tight little circles, I almost lose my fucking mind.

  I lean down over him, the lingering ink on his chest rubbing against mine as I kiss him deeply, my hips doing everything they can to blow his fucking mind.

  God, just the idea of this man exploding inside my little cunt sends me over the edge.

  I feel him getting close, hear it in the way he groans, and just when I start to see stars, Alex locks his arm around my waist and pulls us both up from the chair. He spins me around, putting me back down on the chair. “On your fucking knees, Mace,” he growls, more than ready to take control. “Let me see that sweet ass.”

  Oh God. I’m a goner.

  I do exactly as he wants, bracing on my knees before flattening my chest against the chair as I feel him step in behind me, his thick tip resting at my entrance. “Are you ready to play?”

  Something about his words strikes a chord within me, pulling at a memory, but I’m too worked up to figure it out. I nod eagerly, needing everything he can give me, my pussy throbbing and desperate to be filled.

  Alex growls, his voice shifting, filled with a deep hunger. “How do you want it, Mace?”

  “Make me scream,” I tell him.

  He takes my hips, and I make a show of arching my back, offering myself to him like a fucking buffet. “Your wish is my,” he thrusts hard and deep into my cunt and I cry out, “command.”

  Holy fuck.

  Alex starts to fuck me, taking me hard and fast as his fingers dig into my skin, and I push back into him as he rocks his hips and gets me at all the right angles. “Touch yourself, Mace. Show me how you play.”

  I don’t hesitate, slipping my hand between my thighs and rubbing my clit before reaching a little higher and feeling the way he pushes into me. “Fuck, baby. I wish you could see yourself like this, see how fucking well you take me.”

  The sweetest shivers trail across my skin, and I push back even further, panting and groaning as my body teeters on the edge of bliss. My whole body jolts and clenches as my fingers move back to my clit. “Fuck, Alex. I’m gonna come,” I tell him, not able to hold on much longer.

  “Damn straight, baby,” he says. “Don’t fucking stop. I need to feel how you come on my cock.”

  Oh God. His words are like the sweetest addiction, always knowing exactly what to say, and as his hand moves up to my ass and firmly spanks it, I cry out for more. “Again,” I beg. He does as I ask before reaching out and curling his hand around my hair and giving a firm yank, arching my back.

  My walls immediately clench around him, loving every damn minute of this. “That’s right, Mace,” Alex growls. “Take it all.” And when he presses his thumb to my ass and pushes down, it’s all I can take.

  I come hard, my pussy shattering like glass as my whole body starts to shudder. I cry out, but he doesn’t release me. He keeps pulling back on my hair and spanking my ass again, each firm hit sending an electric shot straight through my body.

  My pussy explodes around him, wildly convulsing and squeezing him tight, and when he thrusts forward one more time with a deep, booming groan, he comes with me, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside my cunt.