Angel Ink

by Siobhan Muir

  That’s ironic. Locking the door to make sure we’re safe. I snorted. I wasn’t remotely safe from Michael if he wanted to try anything. But I hadn’t been lying when I told Jeff I trusted him. I grimaced at my party dress as a nightgown, but I didn’t have anything else and there was no way I’d sleep naked. Now if Michael was in the bed with me...

  I rolled my eyes as I slid under the covers that smelled like him. That would have to do because sleeping with him was out of the question.

  ****

  Haley

  Daylight found me crusty-eyed with a good case of cotton-mouth, but I was surprisingly rested. As promised, no one had disturbed me during the night and the bedroom door remained closed. The scents of coffee and food found their way into the room and my stomach rumbled with hunger. I hadn’t eaten anything since before the disastrous party and my body reminded me of it in no uncertain terms.

  I slid out of the bed and rubbed my eyes, heading for the bathroom. I might not be able to take a shower, but I could at least wash my face and wet back my hair. The clip I’d worn would keep it out of my eyes. Once I was more or less presentable, I shuffled out to the main room and stopped.

  Michael stood in the kitchenette with his back to me. All of his back. He wore a pair of sweats and nothing else, showing off the strong lines of his back and shoulders. Tattoos covered both arms and the top of his shoulders. He even had a Tramp Stamp right above his ass.

  I’d never thought of myself enamored of ink, but on Michael it made my mouth water. I was so stuck on the beauty of his ink and muscle that I missed when he turned and looked at me.

  “Good morning. How’d you sleep?”

  I blinked, pulling my attention back to his face rather than his sexy body. “Uh, good. You know, as well as I could in a party dress. How did you sleep? Those chairs can’t be that comfortable.”

  He shrugged and handed me a steaming mug of coffee. The set of angel wings tattoo over his heart flapped with his motion. “It was comfortable enough. I sent my brother over to the clubhouse to deliver us hot breakfast when Grub finishes cooking. I expect him to return with plenty of goodies.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Such as?”

  “He should be bringing eggs, breakfast sausage, and some sort of pastry.” Michael gave me a lazy smile. “I made the coffee and tea, and I have some smoked salmon if that’s your preference.”

  “Actually, my preference would be to get out of this party dress and into something more comfortable and warm.”

  He nodded and ambled out of the kitchenette to a pile of clothing on one of his bar stools. “Luke dropped these by before getting breakfast. It’s just a T-shirt and sweats from Dollhouse, but they should fit well enough.” He handed the pile to me.

  “Dollhouse?” I set my coffee down before taking the clothing.

  “One of our members. She’s about your size.”

  I frowned. “Is she Luke’s old lady?”

  Michael’s eyes widened. “No, definitely not. She’s the club’s architect and resource manager. She’s no one’s old lady.”

  “Do you have an old lady?” I have no idea where the question came from. I mean, I wasn’t interviewing for the job. But the words slipped out before I could call them back.

  He smiled. “Not yet.”

  Oh, damn, maybe I was interviewing for the job. Relief cascaded through me with the idea that he was single and I gave myself a mental head-slap. I am not looking for a bad boy boyfriend. Even if he was as sexy as sin and yet filled with genuine goodness.

  I cleared my throat. “I’m gonna go change into these.”

  “Right.”

  I nodded and skittered back to the bedroom. It was a relief to get out of the party dress and I considered just throwing it away. While it had been an expensive purchase, the memories of what happened weren’t the best and I’d just as soon not be reminded. Yeah, that’d be no fun. I dumped the dress into a pile on the floor as I slipped into the T-shirt and sweats. They settled over my body with a soft caress and I sighed with relief.

  I used the bathroom to check out my reflection and hoped Michael was in a charitable mood. I looked like I’d spent some time in a wind-tunnel. I’d heard the “wind blown” look was sexy, but I didn’t think I’d qualify for that particular adjective. I appeared more dazed and confused than sexy.

  Shaking my head, I returned to the living room. Michael still hadn’t gotten dressed, which was a good thing, and Luke had arrived with breakfast, another good thing. The breakfast, not Luke, though he was pretty damn fine to look at, too.

  “Good morning, Haley. Sleep well?” Luke raised a suggestive eyebrow but I just shrugged and nodded.

  “Need my coffee.” I reached for my neglected mug and Michael’s hand brushed mine as he handed it to me. “Thanks.” I tried to ignore the tingle of excitement from the contact, but his divine beauty rocked my world.

  “Luke brought us some of Grub’s best crepes.” Michael held up a plate full of thin pancakes folded around strawberries and cream, and my mouth watered.

  “Seriously? You have a chef in your biker gang?”

  “We’re not a gang, we’re a club, and just because we ride Harleys and dress in denim doesn’t mean we don’t appreciate fine cooking.” He kicked his booted feet up on Michael’s coffee table and sipped his coffee with his pinky finger in the air. I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Point taken. Note to self: the Concrete Angels eat better than ordinary humans.”

  I grinned but I caught an odd look shared between the two men and wondered why their shoulders had stiffened. And what nice shoulders they are. Still, I filed the reaction away for further consideration and sat down at Michael’s small kitchen table to eat.

  I took a bite and damn near melted out of my chair. It was a foodgasm on the plate. I moaned as soon as it hit my taste buds and both men’s gazes flew to me. Luke wore amusement but Michael’s expression turned downright predatory. I shivered, not sure if I felt excitement or unease.

  “And that’s my cue to head out.” Luke rolled to his feet, making me blink in surprise. “I gotta go tune my bike. The snow always makes it bitchy, and nothing’s worse than a Harley bitch. I’ll catch you later, Michael. Enjoy your breakfast, Haley.” He winked and let himself out the door.

  I blinked. “What just happened?”

  Michael reached out to take my plate from my hands. “I think he’s trying to give me time to do this.” He set the plate aside, cupped my face, and kissed the hell out of me.

  At first, I froze. Surprise overrode all the other reactions. But as his tongue slid between my gaping lips, I whimpered and wrapped my arms around his chest, pulling him against me.

  He tasted like strawberries and cream crepes, and sexy, divine masculinity. The perfect combination to melt my heart and rev my engine. The scrape of his tongue against mine lit my body on fire and I tried to get closer.

  One thing stopped me. The hard ridge of erotic muscle pressed against my mound.

  Oh sweet glory, I want him.

  Hell yeah, I did. And this was my choice. I was going to take what I wanted and he didn’t seem inclined to say no. Jeff worried that Michael would take advantage of me, but I was all ready to take advantage of him.

  I forced myself to pull back and meet his deep brown eyes.

  “Take me to bed, Michael.”

  “But breakfast—”

  “Can wait. This can’t.” I tugged him toward the bedroom and hoped I hadn’t pushed things too far. Please say yes.

  He tugged backward against my pull and waited until I’d met his gaze.

  “Are you sure, Haley?”

  I nodded. “I’m sure.”

  He bit his bottom lip and dipped his head. “It was just one kiss.”

  I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow. “Was it? Maybe you should try again, just to be sure.”

  He growled and reeled me into his embrace again, taking my lips greedily. I met his kiss this time with my own desperate need, wanting hi
s flavor flooding my mouth. There’s another way to get his flavor in my mouth. Oh yeah, my inner alley cat was making a comeback.

  He kissed me like he hadn’t kissed anyone in way too long and the idea made me unreasonably happy. I wanted him for myself, and that included all his attention. No time for ex-lovers to be making an appearance, even in memory.

  When at last he pulled back, we were both out of breath.

  “Haley, if we do this, there’s something you must know about me.”

  Oh no, not the ‘there’s something you must know’ excuse.

  I placed my hand on his lips to stop his words. “Are you married?”

  He shook his head.

  “Do you have a long-term girlfriend?”

  He shook his head again.

  “Some really bad disease?”

  He laughed. “No.”

  “Then there’s nothing I need to know. Unless you don’t want me.”

  The look he shot me as he gestured to his tenting pants was drier than the Gobi Desert. “Oh, I definitely want you.”

  “I thought so. So there’s nothing you have to tell me.” I dragged him into the bedroom and stopped at the bed. “I just want your full attention and efforts on making love with me. What do you say?”

  He growled and the scents of freshly baked bread with rosemary and basil hit my nose just before he grasped the hem of my T-shirt and drew it over my head.

  “I say you have all of me, love, and there will never be another for me.” Then he buried his face in my boobs.

  It was an odd thing to say so early in our relationship, but I wasn’t going to argue with him when he’d wrapped his lips around one of my nipples. The wet heat of his mouth on my breast made me moan and drop my head back.

  “Oh, glory, Michael. Don’t stop.”

  I wasn’t sure he heard me or not, but I was done worrying. Time to just enjoy.

  Chapter Seven

  Michael

  Oh hell no, I wasn’t going to stop. Not when she’d begged me to keep going. I’d been dying to touch her since I picked her up on the street last night. But I wouldn’t take advantage of anyone. Until she gave me the go-ahead.

  Now, with a mouthful of nipple, I couldn’t get enough of her. I didn’t think I could become addicted to the scents of sunrise and magic, but when they belonged to her, I was hooked. I ran my tongue over the bumps on her areola and the nipple hardened. She whimpered and thrust her chest against my face with implicit demand for more.

  Wish granted.

  I slid my hands down her body and grasped her sweet arse to pull her rich heat closer to my body. The scent of her arousal filled my nose and my arousal swamped my thoughts. Why the hell did she smell so good? I’d been with enough women to understand what they wanted and how to give it to them, but none of them had made me want to give them more than they asked for.

  But Haley made me want in ways more at home with my brother Luke. I wanted her heart, her mind, and her soul, and that wasn’t even my bailiwick. Luke would be so proud.

  My brother was the last person I wanted to think about with Haley in my arms so I shoved him out of my mind and concentrated on her full breasts under my tongue. I pushed the sweats off her hips and took a step back to take her in completely.

  “Sweet Glory, Haley. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” It was true even if it sounded like a cheesy line left over from the chick-flicks I’d caught Viper watching from time to time.

  Her full breasts topped a perfect hourglass between her shoulders and hips, and the nest of soft curls at her groin made my mouth water. She dropped a hand beside her hip, palm up and wiggled her fingers to make me raise my gaze. When I did, she gave me a smirk.

  “Hey, handsome, my eyes are up here and while you can have what’s down there, I want you looking at me when you fuck me.”

  My cock flexed behind my jeans at her dirty words. “Do you always talk like that to your would-be lovers?”

  “Nope.” She shook her head as she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. “Just the really special ones.” She pushed the jeans off my hips and stared at my hard cock pointing upwards. “My last “lover” couldn’t be bothered to get me wet before he shoved his dick in, rocked a few times, and went off like a bottle rocket. Ooh-ahh-whoosh. That was it.”

  I scowled. Haley was the kind of woman a lover should savor. She had curves, heat, and fire to play with. Anyone who ignored her wasn’t worth the air they used to breathe. She licked her lips and I damn near saw stars, but I grasped her head and lifted her face until she met my gaze.

  “Only a wanker would do that to a woman like you, Haley. I’m not a wanker and I like to take my time.” I pulled her close and tilted my head, pausing a few millimeters from her lips. “Even when I kiss.”

  Then I brushed her lips with mine.

  It would’ve been a sweet, sexy, gentle kiss. Until she moaned with a little whimper on the end. That made my cock flex and ignited the desperate need to get closer to her. I groaned into her mouth and tilted my head, deepening the kiss. The slide of her tongue against mine sent erotic sensation straight to my bollocks. They tightened up, crowding against my hard cock with desperate need.

  Fuck, I have to slow down. Otherwise I’d shoot off like an untried boy and I’d never been one of those.

  I pulled back enough to skim kisses down her neck to her collar bones while my hands massaged her full breasts. Each lovely mound supported a dusky rose-colored areola with a perfect bud nipple and I couldn’t resist strumming them with my thumbs. Haley arched her back under my hands, thrusting her breasts into my palms as she wriggled her hips.

  I hissed as my cock shifted against her thighs, leaving a streak of precum on her silken skin. Fuck, that’s hot. Hotter than I’d been in a long time. Hell, I hadn’t felt this way about anyone in at least a century, and all I’d done was kiss her.

  But she tasted like buried dreams and divine light, and I knew a lot about those things. My buried dreams had brought me to the Concrete Angels MC in the first place. That, and keeping my brother Luke in balance.

  I shoved my brother out of my thoughts and concentrated on licking the delicious curves of Haley’s breasts. They quivered with her short breaths and each movement made my cock get impossibly harder.

  “Oh glory, Michael.” Haley’s voice filled with need. “I need you.”

  “I know you do, my beauty. And I promise to give you exactly what you need.”

  I’d never heard my voice so rough but it revealed my needs as I kissed my way down her body until I settled between her legs. I met her gaze as I positioned first one leg then the other over my shoulders and dipped my face just enough to kiss her mound. The nest of dark curls already had a glaze of her honey and I licked my lips as I pulled back.

  “You’re already so wet for me, my beauty. I plan on feasting on your sweet nectar until you scream my name.”

  She huffed a laugh and tilted her head to give me a smirk. “Come on. That never really happens. But I wish you luck with that.”

  I laughed, a rough, joyful chuckle from deep in my chest. “Challenge accepted.”

  She shot me a disbelieving smile until I dropped my chin and licked her sweet pussy from slit to clit. Haley threw her head back and wailed. Her hands tightened in my hair as her divine taste hit my tongue.

  It was addictive, sweet and tangy ambrosia and I couldn’t get enough. But I forced myself to slow down, savor the nectar covering her folds like sugar glaze. I slid my tongue between her labia up to her clit before tugging on it with my lips. She writhed under my touches, whimpering with each brush of my tongue.

  Pleasure ramped up in my chest, making me want more. More intimacy, more connection, more of her. I feasted on her pussy, drinking down her cream and her moans as I massaged her soft flesh.

  “Oh glory, Michael, please.”

  I hummed my response as I licked and sucked on her folds, then slowly inserted one finger into her grasping sheath. She gasped and rocked her hip
s in the rhythm to my finger sliding in and out of her hot body, and my own cock hardened in sympathy.

  Sweet Glory I want her.

  I added a second finger when her whimpers became needy and she rocked harder, flooding her nectar over my hand and tongue. Her flavor filled my mouth and my senses, and her flesh flushed with rosy pleasure. My arousal ramped up and I had to fight the urge to pull my fingers away and thrust my cock in their place.

  But Haley made the decision for me. Her hips tightened and her vagina clamped down on my fingers as a flood of nectar filled my mouth.

  “Oh my glory, MICHAAEELLLL!”

  Her scream hit the ceiling of the room as I drank down her release. The tangy ambrosia flavor damn near intoxicated me and I swallowed all of her nectar as she shook under my lips. I pulled back only when her body relaxed and rose over her, desperate to drive her back to the heights of ecstasy with my cock.

  She opened her eyes and gave me a languid smile as I fitted the head of my shaft to her pussy’s opening. The hot, slickness of her slit made a shiver run through me and I gritted my teeth against shoving straight into her.

  “I’m going to make you mine.”

  I met her gaze with my blood pounding in my ears. This was an important moment, I felt it deep in my gut, and I held her gaze as I slowly pushed my cock into her grasping depths. When I was seated balls-deep I stopped and closed my eyes.

  Sweet glory of all.

  I’d never felt anything like Haley’s heat and slick softness. My heart expanded outward, breaking old restrictions I never knew I had. She fit me perfectly and I didn’t want to move.

  Until she squeezed me with those internal muscles. My eyes opened just in time to catch her mischievous grin.

  “Oh, hell no.” I pulled my hips back then pushed slowly back into her seductive grip, watching as pleasure suffused her face. “Two can play that game, my beauty.”

  But fucking her slowly and watching her arousal build back up was my own undoing. Hot, relentless pleasure built inexorably from my bollocks, fanning out through my chest and shoulders. I couldn’t slow my motions and I rode her hard, slamming my cock into her welcoming embrace.