Just a Little Prick: A Tattooed Bad Boy Romance (No Regrets Ink Book 1)
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
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Just A Little Prick
Just a little prick, he promised, but when I saw the size of it, I almost passed out.
Of course, I’m talking about the needle Bradley used to give me my first tattoo.
Virgin skin.
His hands on my body.
Marking me. Making me his.
I shouldn’t let him though, because he’s off-limits.
At least that’s what I promised, his sister, Kenzie.
But Bradley is everything I never knew I wanted.
Hot.
Tattooed.
Built.
All alpha.
The opposite of my ex, who’s stalking me.
So, when Bradley offered a secret friends with all the benefits deal and he’d protect me, I couldn’t turn him down.
And I’ve seen it’s anything but little.
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Chapter One
Bradley
Goddamn. What a day.
At least I could relax tonight. It was the first night out in a while where the rest of the crew didn’t want to tag along. A cold beer, some decent pizza, and the background noise of the bar were doing a good job keeping me company. I was happy to just enjoy being by myself for a little while. I could sit at the bar and sketch a bit, drink a bit.
It was good to not have to deal with people for a minute. Not that many people really talked while I was working. Guess they were afraid I’d lose concentration and fuck something up.
I loved my job. I loved creating permanent art, loved most of the clients, and all of my coworkers. But even the most outgoing people need a little down time, and this was how I chose to spend mine.
I lifted my pen from the napkin I was doodling on. Taking a sip of beer, I considered the sketch. The felt-tip marker was already bleeding on the thin paper, but it’d be all right. It was just an idea I was feeling out. It would need refinement before I could do something more permanent with it. I’d turn the sketch into a painted piece sometime and frame it, then wait for the right person to come along and get it done.
Still, as I lowered my beer, I frowned at the drawing. I didn’t do animals or cutesy stuff often, but the idea of a butterfly painted like the night sky had been on my mind. It wouldn’t leave me alone, so I had to draw it.
It wasn’t half-bad, for a sketch on a napkin with the wrong kind of pen. I’d have to recreate it in my sketch book later on.
“Hey.”
My eyes cut to the side, where a girl leaned against the counter to speak to the bartender. Her back was flat, leading down to the ample curve of her ass in skin-tight jeans. I raised my eyebrows, letting my gaze travel up again. Amazing tits, undoubtedly in a push-up bra from the way they sat. Just a hint of lace peeked over the neck of her tank top. Red-brown hair hung in soft curls over her shoulders.
She glanced my way. Gorgeous face, perfect makeup, a freckle at the corner of her lips. She raised her eyebrows as well, then shot me a wink, waiting for a response.
Damn. Maybe better company was here already.
I winked back at her, lifting my beer and raising it in a toast. Her plum-colored lips broke into a wide, white-toothed grin and she moved to perch on the stool next to me.
“Hey,” I replied. I held my right hand out to her. “Bradley.”
“Erica.” She shook my hand, her grip just firm enough. She nodded to my arm, smiling. “You know a good artist?”
I gave her another once-over. Gorgeous woman. I smiled at her, taking a sip of my beer. “Might know a couple. Check out No Regrets. Best tattoo shop in the area.”
She nodded, leaning forward to look at my arm a little closer. She ran her fingertips over the outline of a snake that coiled up my forearm. I felt my cock twitch.
“Yeah? I’ll check it out.” She opened her mouth to speak again, when she caught sight of the napkin I was sketching on and grabbed for it. “Shit, did you draw this? You’re an artist at No Regrets, aren’t you?”
I didn’t say anything. She was doing enough talking for the two of us.
She held my gaze, but moved the napkin, pressing it to the fullest part of her hip. “I was thinking about getting something right here.”
“Were you?” I wanted to reach out and touch her. Not yet, anyway. “Well. Drop in sometime. We can talk about it.”
“Good.” She turned her head as the bartender approached with a tray of shots. “Well. I gotta take these. See you around, huh?”
“See you,” I answered, grinning. I turned to watch as she walked across the room, where she joined a table full of women. All of them were hot as shit, but she was easily the hottest.
One of them would be going home with me t
onight. I was sure of it.
I drank a few more beers. The women at the table laughed, growing progressively louder as they consumed shot after shot. I stole a few glances at them—at Erica, mostly—but otherwise focused on drawing.
The women soon started to say their goodbyes. Some of them headed for the doors, but I heard her approach. She wrapped her arms around my neck from behind. Her tits pressed against my back.
“Bradley,” she murmured. “You wanna get outta here?”
Fuck yeah, I did.
“Your place or mine?” I asked, tilting my head back.
Erica looked down at me, grinning. “Buy me one more shot and we’ll make it my place.”
“Done.” I waved for the bartender, a new guy I didn’t know well yet. I slapped down a twenty and ordered two shots of Jack.
Erica knocked hers back like a pro, tapping the shot glass twice on the counter as she put it down. I downed mine, then stood, tucking the napkin in my back pocket.
She grabbed my arm and purred, “It’s close. Walking distance.”
* * * * *
Erica threw her arms around my neck, kissing me. Her mouth opened against mine. Her tongue flicked against mine. I slid my hand under her shirt. My fingers traced up her soft skin until they found the band of her bra.
I unhooked it before taking her shirt off.
She pulled back from the kiss. Her eyes shone with delight, or maybe alcohol.
Either way, she was into it. So was I.
“C’mere,” she mumbled, dragging me into another kiss. She started to walk backward. I put my hands on her hips to steady her. Her hands found my belt, pulling on it to lead me.
We made it to her bedroom, throwing our shirts to the floor. I unzipped her jeans. She let me wiggle them down her hips. She had on a red lacy thong underneath.
I smiled.
“You like it?” she asked. She turned, giving me a view of the back. Her ass was delicious. I grabbed it, giving both cheeks a firm squeeze.
“Baby, yes,” she moaned. She bent over, her hands on the bed to support her weight.
I pushed my jeans and boxer-briefs down, stepping out of them. I bent just long enough to grab my wallet and pull a condom from inside.
When I looked up, Erica was still, silent. She had one hand pressed to her stomach.
“You okay?” I asked.
She vomited all over the bed.
Well, that was the end of that.
She finished puking and started to sag. I reached out to catch her, pulling her back from the puddle on the bedspread.
“Okay,” I said, sighing. “Come on. Let’s get you lying down.”
“No,” she slurred. “I wanna fuck!”
“Not when you’re puking on yourself.” I pushed the puke-filled comforter aside and guided her to lie down. Before I could pull the blankets over her, she was asleep.
I sighed and dressed again, then pulled the dirty comforter off the bed. She’d have to deal with it tomorrow. I was too drunk to go anywhere, so I pulled the sheet back and slid in beside her.
Maybe I’d have better luck tomorrow.
* * * * *
I woke the following morning to the sound of my phone buzzing. Rolling over, I grabbed it from the floor, where it was still in the pocket of my jeans.
Benny.
Where the fuck are you?
I looked at the time at the top of my phone and swore. Ten-thirty. I should’ve been at the shop already.
Immediately, I texted back.
Overslept. On my way, be there asap.
I pushed myself out of bed. Erica rolled into the spot I’d just left, but didn’t wake. Good—no awkward goodbyes. I threw my clothes back on and left, pulling her door shut quietly behind me.
The walk back to the bar was short, and No Regrets wasn’t too far of a drive. A few cars littered the parking lot. The Republic was fairly new, replacing an older dive bar in the same place. The owners had revamped it so it would draw in the college crowd.
It did. It also brought in the same old crowd that had made it a dive bar before.
Richland, Kentucky would always be the same place. It didn’t help that The Republic was also right across the parking lot from The Depot, a biker bar.
I parked in the street a few doors down from No Regrets and walked into Bakeology. Coffee sounded like the best idea at the moment. It would help with the headache, at least, and chase away the taste left in my mouth from last night.
The bell above the door to the bakery chimed as I pulled it open. Kenzie looked up, her blond hair pulled into a ponytail. She studied me for a moment, and her smile quickly turned into a knowing smirk.
Of course she had me figured out.
“Seriously, another?” she teased, already working on a coffee for me. Kenzie knew me too well. I guessed it came with being my sister.
I moved to lean on the counter, enjoying the smell of dark roast and fresh pastries.
“A late night, for sure,” I said. “And no, not another.” Technically, I hadn’t closed the deal.
“Mm-hmm.” The sarcastic tone made me chuckle. “Where’d you meet her? The bar? When will you ever learn? I’m glad I’m not there to see that anymore. Was she at least a keeper?”
I couldn’t have been happier when Kenzie chose to move out and get her own place, although I miss her keeping it clean.
She snapped a lid on to a disposable cup and handed it to me.
“Nosy,” I replied. I took a sip. Perfect. It even tasted like she’d added an extra shot. “Yes, I met her at the bar. No, we did not hook up.”
“Liar.” Kenzie nodded to the pastry case. Her eyes were bright with laughter. We always picked at each other like this; it was part of how we showed each other love. “You getting breakfast or not? You look like you need some carbs.”
I heaved a sigh and turned my attention to the pastries. Behind the counter, the new girl was working on something. She was cute, with strawberry blond hair and nice curves, dressed in a Bakeology t-shirt and jeans. I wondered if she was single, but didn’t ask. I didn’t know her that well.
“Yeah,” I said. “Can I get a lemon poppyseed muffin?”
Kenzie grabbed a piece of paper to grab it. “Fancy,” she said. “You want a bag?”
“Nah, I’m gonna eat it on the go.”
“Cool.” Kenzie rang me out, giving me the family discount, and took my money. She dropped my change in the tip jar without asking.
I didn’t complain.
“Have a good day, yeah?” She smiled. “Make some good art for me!”
“Will do. Make some good cupcakes. Save me one of those little rum bastards. I’ll be back at lunch.” I waved, then turned to head out the door.
I finished the muffin by the time I reached No Regrets. I opened the door; Zoe immediately looked up, then pointedly looked at the clock.
“Didn’t realize we were making our own hours now.” She leaned over the counter, yelling into the back. “Benny! Can I go home and come back in, like, four hours?”
“Shut up, Zoe,” Benny called back. He glanced up, blue eyes fixing me with a disappointed look, then went back to work on his client. At the station behind him, Logan was watching me too, dark eyes bright with laughter. He shook his head before turning away.
I rolled my eyes and leaned on the counter. “Overslept. It was an accident.”
“Was it? You sure it wasn’t a morning quickie?” She nodded toward my clothes. “I liked that outfit yesterday, too. Smelled better then, though.”
“I can take it off for you, if you’re interested.” Every one of us would have jumped at the chance to get with Zoe. She was definitely a rocker chick, almost always wearing leather and sporting a sexy undercut (dyed bright teal this week, but that was subject to change soon.)
She raised one pierced eyebrow at me. “You know the whole turn-the-gay-chick-straight thing is fucked up, right?”
“You haven’t asked us to stop yet.”
“Yeah, �
�cause you idiots are too much like my brothers to mean it.” She leaned on the counter, chin in her hands. Her strong arms squeezed her breasts together. I couldn’t help looking. She continued, “So was the sex good?”
As soon as she said the word sex, the guys all turned toward me.
“Thanks, Zoe,” I grumbled.
She winked and turned away from me as the door opened, another client coming in.
“Hey, you got laid last night?” Garrett called. He was too enthusiastic about other people getting laid. I blamed it on him being young. Not like he had problems with women—he was tall and ripped, and had the bonus of being from California. Girls around here were into that.
“I did pretty good for myself, yeah,” I said, smirking.
“Spill it!” Ryker may have been busy working on the woman in his chair, but he was still tuned into the conversation. Of course he was. It was about women. He was always interested in that subject, especially since breaking up with his ex. He glanced up, tossing his head to shake his unkempt blond hair from his face.
I shrugged, leaning casually on the counter and sipping my coffee. “She was hot. Really hot. Amazing body, gorgeous face.” I grinned. “And eager. Raring to go as soon as the door to her place shut.”
“You didn’t take her home?” Garrett asked.
“Fuck no. I don’t take girls home. Not after that one time. It’s just asking for trouble.” I shook my head. “But anyway. Amazing kisser, super hot.” I paused, remembering the way the night had ended. I hadn’t actually gotten laid. There are some things you just don’t do, and take advantage of a girl so drunk she passed out is one of them.
“Yeah?” Ryker asked. “And?”
He leaned back, and I got a view of the girl in the chair.
I smiled. “Hey, Mal. What’s up?”
I knew this one well. Mal came in often. Dyed black hair, ink and piercings. Smaller chest than I usually liked, but her ass and thighs were indescribable. She knew how to use her mouth, and wasn’t afraid to scratch and bite. Always a good time.
She smiled as she pulled her shirt down, covering the fresh tattoo on her left breast. “Hey, Bradley,” she greeted, rising. “How’s it going?”