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“Shower with me,” Bradley whispers, unaware of my horrible thoughts of kidnapping my sister’s son even if she never sees him, and I pull back slightly. “Sammie is asleep and won’t wake up until morning, shower with me, baby.”

“I just stitched your arm…” I choke, and he smiles as he cups my cheek and wipes away my tears.

“They’re waterproof, right?” he confirms, and I nod but mention, “They can’t be drenched.”

“Okay, I’ll make sure to keep them out of the water,” he murmurs, then gently caresses my lips and demands more firmly, “Shower with me!”

I lift my arms without hesitation, and he smiles as he gently grabs the bottom of his shirt that I stole the first time we slept together and lifts it above my head before dropping it on the floor, and he groans as he takes in my body.

“Fuck, I love it when you only wear my clothes,” he husks and my lips twitch as I grip his cut then ever so slowly, move it past his shoulders and down his arms. Aware of his injury, I go carefully, before placing it on the counter and he grins at me showing his club respect. You never put a brother’s cut on the ground and I grab his shirt next and lift it, showing his ripped body and I pull it over his head and throw it on the floor.

“I can’t wait to fuck you wearing nothing but my property patch,” he murmurs as he stands straight and my hands go to his jeans.

“You’re claiming me, huh?” I choke, and he smirks as he lifts his left hand and my eyes go to a tattoo that wasn’t there when he left this morning.

Scottie

“Well,” I choke, keeping my eyes on the large, bold ink, “you’ve already claimed me.”

“That I have, baby, and your cut is already being made,” he admits softly, and I nod as my eyes tear up before I gently push his jeans down, trying to get my emotions under control.

I help him remove his boots and socks before pulling his jeans off then ever so slowly I run my hands up his legs. I fist his cock and stroke it causing him to groan but he soon grips my hair when I slowly lick the tip, tasting his precum. I moan and suck all of him, deep throating him, causing his grip in my hair to tighten.

The urge to gag hits, and I quickly swallow like he taught me before moving my head, bobbing it. I keep sucking his cock, loving his taste, loving the musky smell that is all him.

His breathing quickens as I cup his balls and roll them before suddenly, he grips under my arms and lifts me with ease, and I gasp, “Your arm –”

He cuts me off and husks, “Is fine,” as he forces me to wrap my legs around his body and he walks into the shower, pushing me up against the wall as he thrusts inside me, then turns on the shower and I gasp at how cold it is, and he chuckles.

“The water is freezing, how are you still hard?” I choke and he caresses my lips and murmurs, “Because this is what you do to me, I always want you,” just as the water begins to warm and I press my lips against his harder, forcing my tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his. He groans into my mouth and begins to thrust into me slowly but hard, a gentle rhythm. He is making love to me against the shower wall and I know I’m going to try everything I can to keep this man, even if it means kidnap.

Bradley is my forever, and I won’t lose my forever.

Chapter 16

Thunder

Buzzing echoes around me as I gently fill in the rose with red ink on Nia’s thigh. She is a client who had requested me this morning while her eyes ate me up. She made it completely clear that she wants to fuck me and keeps overlooking my professionalism.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve fucked clients before. Heck, I’ve had two at the same time, but that is in the past, and this woman is getting on my last nerve because honestly, there are only so many times someone can say no politely.

I hear fake giggling from the other side of the shop, and I roll my eyes.

Today is walk-ins, and Nia plus two of her friends came in wearing miniskirts and see-through crop tops that show off their lacy bras, wanting to be inked. Ink has one of them, the one who keeps giggling and will end up shot if she isn’t careful. Even though Sophie has made some fucked up decisions of late, Ink is her world, and poor fucking Hawk has to tattoo a woman whose nipples were on show. Though he did message Daisy, his wife, who is currently sitting in his room, I unfortunately don’t have that fucking privilege. Scottie has a parent teacher meeting that both Rachel and that fucker Kavan said they can’t attend pissing off Scottie’s parents and according to Marshall even his son Lorenzo is pissed at the neglect Rachel has shown her son.

Ever since Scottie finally accepted her role in Sammie’s life, Rachel has taken full advantage of it, giving me what I fucking need to take him and her family is backing me.

Nia flinches when I go over a sensitive area, then giggles, but I don’t look up and keep my facial expression cold.

I don’t need this woman to take things the wrong way, and not because I’m worried Scottie will believe I liked Nia’s advances. Treasure will kick the shit out of the woman, and her sister will do anything to have one up on her.

Over the months, mainly since she finally gave me her body a month ago, I’ve come to realize that Scottie is possessive of me. So possessive that she makes the brothers look tame and I fucking love it.

If women look at me when we’re out with Sammie, she glares at them. While most men would hate the possessiveness, to me, it shows what I mean to her, and I always, I fucking mean always, show her what she means to me.

I quickly lift the needle, then dip it in some more red ink. Nia opens her legs for the fifth time since I began, and I lock my jaw.

Is she wearing panties? She’s adamant to show me that she’s wet.