Page 16 of Fallen Ink

“Was that an answer, or a question?” he teased before biting down on her lower lip.

She sucked in a breath and pulled away, though she still kept her hands on him. “The front door is locked, and we have the shades down, but what exactly is it that you’re asking?”

“I’m not really asking anything. But I’m thinking about taking you into that storage closet back there and having my way with you so you get your mind off all the shit going on right now.” He kissed her again. “That’s what friends are for, Addi. And that’s what I am, no matter what else happens with us, I’m your friend.”

She swallowed hard, not knowing what to say to that, so she kissed his jaw so he’d lower his head and allow her to take his lips. When he gripped her ass and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist, she knew they might be making a mistake once again, but she couldn’t help her need for him.

She didn’t know what would come next when it came to Mace Knight, but she honestly couldn’t stop herself from needing him.

Not any longer.

No matter the cost.

Chapter 6

Mace set Adrienne down on a stack of boxes in the storage room so he could close the door behind them. They were the only two left in the shop, and though the front door might be locked, Shep had a key. Having the man walk in on what Mace was about to do to his sister wouldn’t be the best thing for Mace’s health.

“Shirt off,” he ordered, tugging it over her head.

“We’re covered in paint and dirt and who knows what else. This is probably like the worst time to be getting each other off.”

He lowered his head, kissing that sweet mouth of hers. “So I’ll suck your nipples and your cunt, then I’ll fuck you hard. No need to lick anything that has paint on it.”

She raised her brow but reached around to undo her bra. The lace fell down onto her lap, leaving her breasts bare to his gaze. He loved the sight of her nipples, all rosy and pink against the paleness of her skin. She had script and branches on her side and cupping one breast, and he couldn’t help but trace the design.

He’d been the artist, after all, and it had been the hardest project of his life. Not only because it was for his best friend but also because he’d had the most unprofessional hard-on the entire time.

“I love this tattoo.”

She slid her hand up his side underneath his shirt. “My artist is pretty damn amazing.”

His hand traced the rest of her ink before cupping her breast. “Yeah, he is.”

She laughed and then moaned as he tweaked her nipple. “You’re supposed to say something along the lines of how amazing your canvas was.”

He bent over, licking one nipple then the other. “You know I love your skin.” He kissed in between her breasts, kneeling between her legs. “Your taste.” Lick. “The feel of you.” Stroke. “The heat of you.” Bite.

Before he could lick any farther down, however, she pushed him back and stood up. “As much as I really want your mouth on my pussy, there’s something I need to do first.”

He raised a brow, then grinned when she went to her knees instead and tapped his hip. “Oh yeah?”

“On your feet, Knight. I’m going to need that cock in my mouth. Like now.”

She licked her lips as she looked up at him, and he had to take a deep breath so he wouldn’t come in his jeans. How she did that to him every damn time she was near his dick, he didn’t know, but he was starting to get a complex.

Together, they undid his pants, their fingers fumbling. He’d never known he would be able to handle laughing when a woman was so close to his cock but, apparently, Adrienne brought out the best in him. Soon, his pants were down over his hips, and a wet heat surrounded his length. He slid his hand through her hair, his balls tight as she sucked him off.

“Jesus, Addi, that mouth of yours.”

She winked and opened her mouth slightly wider, then relaxed her tongue and swallowed more of him. His grip tightened in her hair, and he couldn’t help but rock in and out of her mouth. She kept herself open for him, and he quickened his pace, fucking her mouth gently enough that he wouldn’t hurt her but with enough vigor that the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. The fact that she let him do that and moaned while he did, made it damn hard not to blow his load right there. But he didn’t want to come in her mouth, not then. He needed to be inside her and make sure she came, too. So though it wasn’t easy, he pulled out, leaned down, and picked her up under her shoulders and brought his mouth to hers. The taste of those little drops of come from the tip of his dick on her tongue stole a growl from him, and he rocked into her, his wet cock leaving a trail on her bare stomach.

“I wasn’t done,” she panted, her body clinging to his. Her breasts were bare, pressing into his chest, and all he wanted to do was suck on her nipples until they were bright and shiny and aching for him.

So he bent low and took one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling until she squirmed in his hold. Only when she was shaking in his arms did he let go and lick his way over to her other one, repeating the process.

“Mace…I need…I need.”

He lifted his head, claimed her lips, and growled in her ear, “I know what you need.”

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