Page 48 of Fallen Ink

When he tugged her back by her hair, she let him move her so her back was to his front and he was fucking her as they knelt together on the bed. He had one hand in her hair, and the other played with her breasts as she reached around her to press him against her even tighter.

“Come, Addi. I’m going to blow, and I need you to clamp down on me. You’re so fucking good at that.”

She laughed but turned her head so she could kiss him. “Oh, yeah? How close are you?”

“Touch your fucking clit, Addi. Or I’ll do it for you. And I know you’re already too sensitive there. Do you want to be the one who gives yourself an orgasm on my cock? Or do you want me to torture you with it and drag it out longer so your already tight little nub aches even more?”

She honestly wasn’t sure of her answer since both sounded really hot, but because she loved the way he reacted when he watched her play with herself, she slid her hand down over her stomach and just barely brushed her clit. He’d been right, she was so sensitive after so many orgasms in a fifteen-hour period that it almost hurt, but she came right away as if she’d pressed some mythical and magical button that sent her into bliss.

She shouted his name, and he did the same with hers as he filled her up, his cock twitching inside her as he emptied himself. And she’d never found him sexier.

“That’s one way to say good morning,” Mace teased as they lay facing each other once they’d fallen from their knees.

“The best way. We’ll have to make it a routine,” she said, her body all heavy and happy.

He leaned forward and captured her lips. “We can do that, Addie mine. We can do that.”

And because he was her Mace, her best friend, she believed him.

* * *

“So, you and Mace?” her father asked, looking down at his coffee.

“Me and Mace.” Adrienne leaned back in her chair, studying her parents as both either looked at her or back down at their coffees after she had told them that, from now on, she and Mace were an item. They were seeing each other, called each other boyfriend and girlfriend, and were talking about the future. There was no mention of marriage or other things like that because they were still in the beginning stages of dating and being in love with one another. There would be time for talk of the future later because she knew they would have one. She’d already told her sisters that she and Mace were officially together. They weren’t exactly ecstatic about the fact that he had hurt her, but after she mentioned the whole groveling thing, they had warmed up.

Her parents, on the other hand…she wasn’t quite sure how they would react. But she didn’t want to hide anything anymore. She had to be open and upfront. Maybe not about what exactly went on behind closed doors, but at least the idea of a commitment and all that jazz. She forced herself not to blush, thinking about exactly what she and Mace did behind said closed doors and then tried not to squirm on her seat since she was still a little tender, but she wasn’t quite sure she had succeeded when her mother gave her an eerily knowing look.

And that was enough of that.

“Of course, you are, honey. I’ve known for a while now.” Her mom just grinned, and her dad started to laugh.

“What?” Adrienne asked, setting down her cup. “You already knew? Here I was, ready to stand in front of the Inquisition, and you already knew.”

“Of course, we knew, sweetheart,” her dad said with a smile. “We’re your parents. We know everything. Didn’t you learn that when you were a kid?” He winked, and Adrienne put her head in her hands and let out a groan. Thankfully, her parents didn’t actually perform the Inquisition, and she was able to enjoy the rest of her coffee before she said goodbye and headed to the shop. She was starting early since she wanted to get a few paperwork things done, but the others wouldn’t be in until later.

Of course, her day wouldn’t continue to be good because as soon as she parked, she saw the new tags on the front of her building. Someone had put more graffiti all over it, this time using random shapes and letters that didn’t form actual words. She wasn’t beaten, wasn’t sad this time. No tears and no stomach clenches.

No, this time, she was just fucking pissed.

Whoever thought they could run her out of the building was sorely mistaken. MIT would just clean up and keep going. Their business wasn’t going to fail because of some asshole. Her people were beyond talented, and everyone who didn’t think so could fuck right off. She called the cops and her insurance agent from her car—again—not bothering to stand out in the cold to do so, then texted Mace that he should probably get in and help her clean up. Ryan was out of town, and today was Shep’s morning with Livvy since Shea was heading into tax season and needed time to prep.

She took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders back. Shep and Mace had said the action was her putting on her armor so she could kick ass, and right then, they were right. Because fuck the guy who had first come into the shop to belittle their success, and fuck anyone who thought they could take them down.

They obviously didn’t know the Montgomerys.

She was out of her car and on her way to the front of the shop when Thea and a man she didn’t recognize came out of the doors of Colorado Icing, her sister’s bakery. Thea had another splotch of flour in her hair—something that made her adorable even if her sister hated looking a mess at work—and a frown on her face.

“Again?” she said, shaking her head. “Did you call the cops, or should we? Damn it. I’m so annoyed for you.”

“I’m pretty annoyed myself.” She looked at the man. “Hi, I’m Adrienne, Thea’s sister and the owner of this shop over here.” She pointed her thumb over her shoulder, trying not to let the sight of all the paint and mess hurt her heart more than it already did. She would not back down.

“Oh, this is Dimitri, Adrienne,” Thea said, waving her hands. “I thought you’d already met. I’m sorry.”

Dimitri was the newly ex-husband of Thea’s friend Molly and was also friends with Thea. And, yeah, she had met him before, but it had only been a couple of times and, apparently, she hadn’t remembered how hot he was. He was all bearded and mysterious and now that she remembered, had some serious ink that she had admired.

“Oh, yeah, I’m so sorry. Hi, Dimitri. I’m apparently not all there today.”

He smiled, inclining his head. “Hi. And, yeah, I remember you, too, though it’s been a couple of years. Thea was just filling me in on everything that’s been happening with the shop. I know there’s probably nothing I can do for you, but do you want me to walk inside with you and check out if there’s any other damage?”

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