Page 79 of The Tattoo Artist

“Just like that, ride my cock.” He whispers. “It’s all yours Angel, all of me belongs to you.”

I tighten around him, and close my eyes before I know it, I moan loudly coming all over his dick. His abdomen tenses and by the way he relaxes, I could tell he also released.

Now the car was filled with our panting breaths, a smile spreads across my face as I lean forward.

He kisses me.

Suddenly, taps on the window catches us and we both turn to see Atlas who stood with his mouth dropped open and wide eyes? My eyes widen and Ares presses my chest against his to cover me, as Atlas rushes away.

I couldn’t stop the laughter forming, and Ares kisses me once more before sliding my bra back over my breasts. He slides his shirt off and puts it over me since he ripped mine, I settle back down onto the passenger seat as he tucks himself in.

Atlas comes back this time with his eyes covered as he taps onto the window, I push the button and the window sinks down.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Ares speaks, “you can look dumb ass.” He removes his hands.

“You traumatised me!” He yells, looking at the both of us. “Anyways, we were on the way to the bar when we saw your car.” I glance over at Ares who had his face covered with his hands.

“I’m going to run you over if you don’t leave.” Ares responds, I hold in my laughter and turn back to Atlas who gasps.

“I thought I was your favourite sibling!”

“At this rate, I’m going to run you all over.” He starts the engine, “well, you’ve seen enough, so you can leave now,” Ares says, trying to shoo Atlas away.

“Nope, I’m staying right here to make sure things stay PG,” Atlas quips, winking at me as he slides into the back of the car.

I laugh and shake my head. “You guys are ridiculous.”

“Tell me about it,” Ares mutters, but there’s a fondness in his voice as he looks at his brother through the rear-view mirror.

With Atlas talking about how we traumatised him, we arrived at the bar. I get out of the car, whilst Ares opens his boot to grab another shirt-sliding it over his head. A car pulls up beside us, Adonis and Adrian step out as they both give Ares and I a knowing smirk.

“Well, well, well... look who decided to join the party,” Adonis says with a teasing glint in his hazel eyes.

“I see you two have been having some fun,” Adrian adds, raising an amused eyebrow.

Ares rolls his eyes. “Can you guys just drop it already?” He slams his trunk down and takes my hand as we walk towards the entrance.

“Never!” Adonis exclaims, throwing an arm around Ares’s shoulder. “We’re here to make sure you two lovebirds don’t do anything too scandalous.”

“Oh, come on. Give us a break,” I say, laughing.

“That car was moving up and down,” Atlas whispers loudly, I groan tucking my head into Ares’ side. As we enter the bustling bar, the lively chatter and the faint hum of music fill the air.

Ares leads the way to a secluded booth at the back, and I slide in next to him, feeling the warmth of his body close to mine. I glance around, taking in the dimly lit ambiance and the eclectic decor that gives the place its unique charm.

The waitress, with a hint of flirtation in her eyes, approaches our table. “What can I get for you today sugar?” She asks, her gaze lingering on Ares.

“I’ll have a whiskey,” Ares replies, flashing her a polite smile.

“Make that two, please,” I add, trying not to let her obvious interest in Ares bother me.

As the waitress walks away to fetch our drinks, Atlas leans in, his voice low and mischievous. “She likes Ares, by the way,” he whispers into my ear.

I roll my eyes playfully and nudge him away. “You’re imagining things, Atlas. She’s just doing her job.”

He grins, clearly enjoying teasing me. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

Ares’ arms slide around my waist, pulling me closer to him, and I can’t help but smile as he kisses my lips softly. The playful banter between his brothers continues, and I join in with a laugh, feeling the warmth of their company enveloping me.

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