Page 93 of Ink

“Take two hits and hand it back. Personally, I don’t give a fuck how many you take, but that’s the proper etiquette if you smoke with others. I also grow my own shit, so running out never really occurs to me.”

I take the joint and bring it to my lips, inhaling softly. The hit of smoke makes my throat burn, sending me into a coughing fit that I can feel in my chest. “Oh my gosh.” I cough as I rub my chest, trying to ease the burn.

“You’ll get used to it.” Evan shrugs, taking the joint back.

I look at her with wide eyes because how do you get used to this?

Just as Evan laughs, pipes sound off in the distance. Shooting up in my seat, I look toward the drive as I strain to listen. They sound like they’re getting closer to us.

“Do you think that’s them?”

“Stay put,” Levi says as he stands up, one hand going to the gun in his waistband. “Actually, maybe head inside until I figure out what’s going on.”

“Fat chance of that happening. We’re staying right here,” Evan says as she leans back in her chair, crosses her legs and stares Levi down, daring him to challenge her all while smoking a joint.

About halfway through spending the day with her today, I realized I want to be her when I grow up. She just doesn’t give a fuck. It’s hard not to admire that.

Levi sighs. “Why can’t you make my life easy for once?”

“Because that’s boring.”

The bike sounds like it’s about to pass the drive but slows down at the last minute, turning into the drive.

Levi stands, rounding the house to see whoever it is come up the drive, as Evan and I move to the edge of our seats. Levi takes his hand off of his gun.

A bike with a man on it who I could pick out of a crowd made up of a million people comes to stop by the back deck.

I’m flying off the deck before Ink is fully off his bike, launching myself at him. I slam into his chest, making him grunt and fall back a step as his arms wrap tightly around me, hoisting me up. My legs and arms circle around him, holding on for dear life.

“You’re back,” I mumble against his chest, burying my face in it.

He squeezes me to him so tight that it hurts, but I welcome the pain. It’s pain that symbolizes he wasn’t arrested or murdered by Zach or any of the other crazy thoughts that had been running through my mind all day.

“I’ll always come back to you,” he murmurs against the top of my head. His cool lips press in and stay, giving me a long kiss as he carries me toward the house.

“You owe me an ass tattoo!” Evan calls after me as Ink takes me inside. I can hear Levi asking ‘what?’ and Evan telling him to mind his own business before Ink kicks the backdoor shut, drowning them out.

Pressing my lips to his neck, I breathe in his scent. He smells like stale cigars. Ink’s hold tightens, and he picks up his face as I nip the spot I just kissed, lapping it with my tongue afterward.

Ink falters in his step, slamming my back into the wall at the top of the stairs, making the picture frames Evan has hung going up the staircase rattle. His hips grind against mine in a tight, circular motion. I gasp as I feel his dick hardening with each rotation.

My fingers thread through his messy black hair, tugging hard. His wild blue eyes lock into mine. His mouth slams down on mine, so hard that my head hits the wall. Pain radiates, but I don’t feel it. All I can feel is Ink owning me. He’s everywhere, even when he’s not physically with me.

His tongue dives into my mouth in a dominating thrust. It isn’t until both of us are about to pass out from lack of oxygen that he rips his mouth away, each of us panting.

On a growl, Ink pushes us away from the wall and continues the trek to my room. He closes the door with a kick of his foot before throwing me onto the bed.

This wasn’t a toss. This man literally has me flying through the air, landing on the bed with a bounce.

“You have ten seconds to get undressed before I cut the clothes off your sexy body,” Ink says, his voice commanding and full of promise as he shrugs his cut off and throws it on the dresser.

A shiver of anticipation races down my spine, going right to my throbbing pussy as I watch his arms flex as he reaches over his shoulders, pulling his shirt over his head from the collar.

“Last time I’m tellin’ ya,” Ink warns, the sound of his belt buckle hitting the prong echoes throughout the room as he starts to undo his pants.

My body is screaming at me to get naked as soon as possible because it knows that bulge in his pants is ours, but there’s this little devil on my shoulder telling me to let it ride and see how this plays out.

Inks pants and silk boxers hit the floor, leaving him on display. I can feel my panties getting damper by the second as I take in all the ink, muscle, and chest hair just waiting for me to worship.