We’re practically shoulder to shoulder as I continue talking through everything I’m doing. I’ve never done it before, but I find it comes easily, although I’m not sure if that’s because of who I’m explaining to, or not.
Kas leans in, watching my every movement, totally fascinated as I continue to bring Hazel’s idea to life.
By the time I clean her up and wrap her new ink, the sun is setting outside my small window.
I book her in for her second session and allow Kas to walk her out while I tidy up.
I feel her presence when she re-joins me, but I don’t look up. Now I’m done for the day, I just want to get out of here.
“You’re really talented, you know,” she says.
The second she shuts the door behind her, I swear she sucks all the air from the room. My movements falter as her footsteps get louder.
“I just do what I do.”
“I can’t wait for you to do me.”
I cough as my breath catches in my throat at her words.
“Hazel was my last client of the day. Look,” I say, ignoring her comment and pointing to my computer screen, “I’m off the next two days, but you can see my appointments for next week here. Biff is mostly in charge of sorting this out, but now she’s training, we’re starting to take over organising our own appointments again until we find a replacement.
“Adding one is easy.” I click on the little plus symbol and show her how to put Hazel’s next appointment in. “The client information is already in the system, so you just type the name in here and… done.”
“Seems simple enough.” I shudder as she runs her finger along the neckline of my t-shirt, my skin erupting in goosebumps. “So back to my previous comment.” She leans forward, running her hands down my chest until her lips press against my ear. “Are you going to do me tonight?”
My body heats and my cock swells as I glance at my tattoo chair, imagining what it might look like with her laid out on it.
“Y-you’ve just had stitches, Kas. I’m not sure you need any more pain today.”
“What about pleasure?” Her lips ghost over my neck, and I fight my need to spin on my stool so I can capture them with my own.
23
Kas
Spike wraps his warm hands around my wrists, keeping me pressed up against his back.
I want him to turn around. I want to sit in his lap and feel his arms around me as he kisses me again. I want to feel his tongue sweeping into my mouth, claiming me in the way only he can.
The words I spat at him earlier about us being convenient were bullshit, and I know he saw straight through it. That’s the thing with him—he always sees. It’s unnerving. I’ve managed to build up walls and keep everyone else out all these years, but he storms into my life when I least expect it and he just sees me. The real me, the vulnerable me that I try to hide from the world with my resting bitch face, dark makeup and tattoos. It’s like my armour doesn’t exist when I’m with him. And as much as I love it, I equally hate it because I know it gives him the power to hurt me like no other ever has.
“Let’s go for dinner?”
“I’m sorry, what?” I ask, his comment giving me whiplash.
He releases me and stands. “Let’s go for dinner.”
“Dinner? Just the two of us? Like a… like a date?”
He barks out a laugh. “No, not like a date. I don’t do those. More like two housemates going for food.”
“Housemates? Housemates with… benefits?” I ask with a smile.
I step up to him, ready to run my hands up his chest, but he stops me.
“I would ask you what you fancy, but I think I know the answer. So I’ll pick the restaurant.”
“Fine by me.”
“Grab your shit. Let’s get out of here before you cause me even more trouble than you already have.”
“Biff won’t say anything.”
“She won’t need to if you carry on.”
I shrug innocently. “Just having a little fun.”
“Yeah, that’s going to end with me in the fucking hospital.”
“Give him some credit,” I argue as I swipe my bag from the floor and throw it over my shoulder.
“I am. I could have said in a coffin.”
“Dramatic much?”
“Only time will tell.”
“Well, make sure you name me in your will. I want to take over your lease.”
He barks out a laugh. “Fucking hell, Kas. You don’t waste any time, do you?”
“My mum did actually teach me a few things,” I say, then instantly regret it when he turns his sad eyes on me.
“Come on, I think you’re going to love this place.”
The second we’re outside, he hands me my helmet and we climb onto his bike.
It’s only a short drive, and although my stomach rumbles, I could spend so much longer with my arms wrapped around him and the cool summer evening air on my skin.
He guides me into a small Mexican restaurant, and it’s not until we’re seated that he finally looks up at me.
“So, did you enjoy your first day at the studio?” There’s a twinkle in his eye. He knows exactly what he’s asking.
“You mean, did I enjoy watching you get up close and personal to that woman’s tits?”
“I didn’t see her tits,” he argues.
“She sure wanted you to, though.”
“You noticed that, huh?”
I roll my eyes at him. “It was hard not to.”
He nods slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “She was hot.”
“She was,” I agree, not wanting to get dragged into this. “You should call her.”
“I should?”
“Why not?”
The waiter chooses that exact moment to interrupt us to take our orders. Neither of us has so much as glanced at the menu, but Spike clearly comes here often because he rattles off his order before turning his dark eyes on me.
“I’ll have the same. It sounds great. Oh, and a pitcher of margarita, please.”
“A pitcher? I’m driving.”
“I know, it’s for me.”
“Long day?” Like you wouldn’t believe.
“Plus, a little liquid courage might help me make that phone call later.” I wink at him and it takes a few seconds for him to catch on.
Two can play at that game.
“You’re not going to be making any phone call.”
“Oh, and why’s that? I could really do with ending the night with a little… stress relief.” Stretching out my leg, I run my foot up his.
His eyes narrow on mine. “You’re playing a very dangerous game, Tiny.”
“One you started. So tell me, what were you trying to achieve, seeing as you keep telling me that you shouldn’t touch me?”
His lips part, but he doesn’t say anything, and I fear I may have just ruined everything by mentioning our reality.
Sitting forward, I place my forearms on the table and rest my breasts on top, ensuring he gets a great view.
His eyes drop almost instantly, and his tongue sneaks out to run along his bottom lip.
“Trying to make me jealous won’t work, Spike.”
“Oh no?”
“No.”
“Care to explain why? Because you looked like you were about to blow a fuse earlier.”
“It won’t work, because you didn’t look at her like you do me.” I kick off my boot under the table and run my foot up his leg again, only I don’t stop at his knee this time.
“Tiny,” he warns, but I don’t stop.
“And I know for a fact,” he jolts as I press my foot to his semi, “that this wasn’t interested in her.” I rub him over the fabric of his jeans, and to prove my point he just gets harder.
As I continue, I suck my bottom lip into my mouth. His eyes darken with desire, and I know I’ve got him. His restraint is slipping faster than he can control. I love holding all the power.
Dropping his hand under the table, he wraps his fingers
around my ankle, halting my movements.
“You’re asking for trouble.”
“I’m aware.”
The air crackles between us as our eyes hold.
“Excuse me,” Spike says, confusing me, but when a shadow falls over our table, I realise that he wasn’t actually talking to me.
“Change of plans. Any chance we could get our order to go?”
“Oh… um… sure. I’ll go and sort that out for you now.”
At no point does he take his eyes from mine.
“To go?” I ask, a smile forming on my lips.
“To go,” he confirms.
Thirty minutes later I’m once again climbing off the back of his bike, but this time it’s outside Spike’s building and the anticipation that’s crackling between us is almost unbearable.
I glance down his busy Saturday night street as he grabs our dinner from his top box and replaces it with my helmet.
There are people everywhere in their need to let go, but for some reason just one person stands out to me. A guy right at the other side of the street in a black hoodie. Unlike everyone else, he’s not with friends, and he looks like he’s far from enjoying himself. A shiver runs up my spine when I momentarily think that it could be Jet. But it can’t be. He’s dead, and I’m free. I think it’s going to take a little while longer to adjust to not constantly having to look over my shoulder than I thought it might.
“What’s wrong?” Spike’s concerned voice asks from behind me, dragging me from my thoughts of the past.
“Nothing. Just waiting for you.”
“You don’t need to wait, Tiny. I’m right here for the taking.”
“Right here on the street? Well, if you’re okay with an audience.” I make a show of crossing my arms in front of me, ready to pull my shirt over my head, but his low growl stops me.
“Don’t even fucking think about it. There have already been too many motherfuckers who’ve seen you with too few clothes on. Get the fuck upstairs. Now,” he barks. My feet are following orders long before my brain even processes the words.
The second we’re inside, he’s on me. His hands slide up my stomach, taking the fabric of my shirt with them until it’s over my head and discarded somewhere behind him, my bra quickly following.
He pushes my hair over my shoulder and drops his lips to my neck as he continues pushing me forward, his already hard cock pressing against my arse.
“You drive me fucking crazy,Tiny.”
“I like your kind of crazy,” I moan as his large hands squeeze my breasts. “Oh God.”
He licks up the length of my neck and my knees damn near buckle when his teeth graze my sensitive skin.
He directs me to his room, and the moment his door slams shut, my back is being pressed up against it and I’m lifted so we’re eye to eye.
“Hey,” I say when I find his dark, piercing stare.
“Fuck,” he barks, diving for my lips. “Can’t get enough,” he moans into my mouth. I swallow down his words; the feeling is entirely mutual.
His tongue duels with mine as his hands trail around my body as if they don’t know where to touch first. He squeezes my breasts and pinches my nipples, running them up my thighs so he can palm my arse, and it’s not until he runs one of his fingertips over the damp lace of my knickers and I gasp that we break our kiss.
“Fuck, your hip. Does it hurt?”
My lips part, ready to tell him no, but he beats me to it. “Do not lie to me, Tiny.”
“Yes, it hurts.”
“Fuck.” He releases me almost instantly, but he doesn’t let me move from the door. Instead, he grazes his lips over my collarbone and slowly descends down my body, teasing me and driving me crazy the whole way.
He kisses and licks around both of my breasts, ignoring my nipples that are begging for attention.
Our eyes hold, and I swear it’s the most erotic moment of my life, watching him playing me to perfection with just his lips.
“Spike,” I plead. “I need—”
“Shush, Tiny. Let me take care of you.”
Finally, he sucks me deep into his mouth, and my head falls back against the door with a thud as pleasure shoots around my body. I feel it right at the tips of my toes, it’s so strong.
“More, Spike. I need more,” I beg.
He drops lower, kissing down my stomach, tracing the lines of my tattoos with his tongue as if he’s the one drawing them on my skin.
Images of me lying on his chair with his hands on me as he marks me permanently fill my mind. I almost put a stop to this to demand that we go back there immediately so he can do just that.
I don’t care what happens next between us, if this thing is just a bit of fun while I’m here. I want a reminder of what he gave me. How he made me feel, even if it’s for just a short time.
His fingers make quick work of the button on my waistband before he gently tugs it down my legs, letting it pool at my ankles. My knickers are next to go, and after tugging off my boots I’m standing naked before him.
He sits back in his haunches and runs his eyes over me.
“So fucking beautiful.” Unable to take the honesty in his eyes, I have to look away. “Hey,” he says, amusement in his tone. “You’re not shy, are you?”
I suck in a deep breath and decide to go with a little honesty of my own.
“I don’t think anyone has ever looked deep enough to notice before.”
“Kas,” he says on a sigh, torment flickering across his face. I know he hates what my life has been like, but there’s nothing he can do to wipe it away apart from being part of my future.
I feel like at last I might have found my family, where I belong, and I want to embrace it as much as possible, even if it means this thing between us can’t happen.
I might be enjoying myself with him, but I refuse to come between him and Zach, and when the time comes that Spike might have to choose, I’ll ensure there isn’t a choice to make.
He’s already told me that he doesn’t do tomorrows, and although I don’t fully believe him, I’ll make it reality for us if I have to.
“Don’t give me that look.”
“I’m not giving you any look other than one of complete awe. You amaze me, Kas. You totally disarm me and blow me away with your beauty and your strength.”
I fight really hard to hold his stare this time, but it’s a challenge.
He must be able to see that I’m losing the battle, because without saying any more words, he sits forward, taps my ankle, and lifts it to his lips.
“I’m going to fucking devour you, Tiny. I’m going to make you lose your damn mind like you do to me on a daily basis.”
“Please,” I beg as he kisses up my calf, slowly getting closer and closer to where I need him.
“If it hurts, tell me and we’ll move.”
“Okay,” I breathe, although it’s nowhere near true. With his lips on me and the anticipation racing through me right now, I barely feel anything else.
He licks and kisses up my thigh, and right before I think he’s going to move across to where I really need him, he sinks his teeth into my soft flesh.
“Oh fuck, Spike.” That move, that claiming of me is almost enough to send me crashing into the release I so desperately need.
He pulls back slightly and looks at his handiwork, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “I guess it’ll have to do until I get the chance to ink you.”
I want to respond, but I don’t get time, because after flicking a look up to me he forces my thighs wider and dives into me.
He sucks on my clit until I start to see stars.
“Holy shit, fuck. Shit.”
The pressure, the speed, everything. He just gets it right every single time. It’s like he’s got a fucking instruction manual to my body.
His fingers lift when I’m almost on the cusp of falling just from his tongue alone, and one circles my entrance.
My muscles pull, desperate to feel him filling me, stretc
hing me.
“Spike, please. More. More.”
“As you wish,” he moans against me, the vibrations from his low voice sending bolts of pleasure through me.
Two fingers surge up inside me and curl, finding just the right place. His teeth graze my clit before he flattens his tongue against it and works me until I’m screaming his name, my fingers pulling at his hair so hard that I start to wonder if it’s going to fall out.
My orgasm hits like a tidal wave, threatening to send me crashing to the ground. My one leg holding me up starts to buckle, but before I fall, I’m in his arms.
I stare up into his dark brown eyes and my chest aches.
Fuck. I’m starting to feel way too much for this incredible man.
“I’ll always catch you,” he says, making me want to cry. Emotion burns the back of my throat but I force it down.
Witnessing yet another of my emotional breakdowns is the last thing he needs right now, I’m sure.
Unaware of how deeply his words affect me, he lays me down in the bed, his hands resting either side of my head as he hovers above me before his lips find mine once again.
I moan as my own taste explodes on my tongue.
“So fucking sweet,” he groans. “I’m fucking addicted to you, Kas.”
He once again kisses down my body. I start to think he’s going to begin eating me once more, but after a brief kiss to my mound, he stands and begins pulling off his own clothing.
I watch his muscles pull and ripple as he pulls his shirt over his head before dropping his trousers and kicking everything away.
He stands with his hard cock jutting out in front of him so that I can take my fill.
After a few seconds, his restraint must snap because he takes himself in his hand and begins working his cock.
I groan at the sight of him taking what he needs, my core flooding.
“I need you,” I admit.
“I fucking need you too, Tiny. A hell of a lot more than I should.”
He takes a step forward and I scramble up the bed so he has some space. He settles between my thighs, running the head of his cock through my juices and sending little aftershocks from my previous orgasm shooting around my body.
“Stop teasing,” I warn.
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