Page 30 of Falling for Her

I never kissed her, let alone fucked her. Over the two years I was forced to be with her, I didn’t let her on the back of my bike or wear my cut just to claim her like Bullet did with Scar. Using me is just her way to try and get what she wants – my fucking patch back on my back and hers, so she can have some sway within the club knowing being the future president's sister, won’t get her far. Whereas being with the VP, she could try and sway through sex to get her own way.

“Hey baby,” Michelle sings songs as she looks me up and down as she bites her bottom lip, and I roll my eyes.

“You’re an hour and a half late, Michelle. You know my rules,” I state as I begin cleaning up my shit.

She was my last client, which would have taken a few hours, but now, I can pick my girl up and take her out instead of just calling her later, which appeals more to me than tatting Michelle.

Essy has spent most of her evenings on the phone with me even if we have just said goodnight after dinner, and Aiden as well, the little cutie that he is, but I want to change things up. I spoke to her dad about her staying at my place, and it wasn’t to get his permission. Essy is a grown-ass woman, but it was more to get his advice on how to convince her to stay without feeling guilty leaving her dad and Aiden and as he has said himself, she’s basically been a mom to her little brother over the years, the only female influence in his life so leaving him will be hard for her.

He told me to basically hold her hostage, so that is what I’ll be doing tonight.

“Oh, don’t be like that, baby,” Michelle says, reminding me she hasn’t fucked off and I huff.

Fuck’s sake.

“You can leave, Michelle,” I reply sternly before suddenly she’s in my space, and I narrow my eyes though she doesn’t deter, instead she whispers, “If you won’t tat me, then you can fuck me instead, my pussy is wet for you,” before she goes on her tiptoes and tries to kiss me but I quickly push her back before she can make contact making her tumble and I growl, “What the fuck,” as a throat clears in the doorway.

I glare at Michelle, who just grins, and I go to snap at the person in the doorway, only instead, I melt seeing a vision and fuck me, what a vision she is.

This is the first time I’ve seen her in a dress, and my cock likes what he sees as he perks up.

A light yellow dress with thin straps, it’s tight straight across her chest and flares out at her waist, just hitting her knees. I lick my bottom lip before biting it.

Months without sex, and I can definitely feel it right now, but only for this girl who has her brow raised, looking like the sassy girl I’ve come to fall in love with.

“Do you mind? You are interrupting us!” Michelle snaps, and I growl at her, not liking her tone with my girl. Essy ignores her completely and asks, “Do all your clients try and hit on you like this, or is this a one-off because a girl needs to be prepared?”

I grin at her words and shove past Michelle, who gasps in shock.

Of course, my angel didn’t combine two and two and make five. Instead, she made four and saw the situation for what it was, making her fucking perfect.

Any other woman would have run away.

I walk up to her and instantly cup her cheek when I’m close enough and lean down, gently pressing my lips against hers, and she melts as the bitch behind gasps, but we ignore her.

“Hey, baby,” I whisper as I break the kiss but don’t stand straight, needing my lips near hers.

She smiles as she fists my t-shirt and replies, “Hey, stranger…”

I grin and kiss her again as I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her tightly to me, but I don’t miss the pissed-off huff behind me.

“Michelle, I won’t repeat myself. You were late, so leave and find a new tattoo artist,” I growl against my girl’s lips, which curve as she wraps her arms around my waist, ensuring every inch of our bodies is touching.

I want her, and I want her now.

Michelle screeches when I don’t even turn towards her as I speak, making Essy raise a brow. I just grin and gently rub my nose against hers before I feel Michelle move past us and out the door, mumbling, “What a waste of a dress.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure, angel?” I ask with a murmur as I pull her into the room, then push the door shut and put her up against it.

Her beautiful brown eyes race between mine before she admits, “I wanted to ask a favor which I knew I could do by phone, but I missed you,” and I fucking melt.

She missed me…

Without a second thought, I slam my lips against hers, allowing my feelings to pour out of me with the admission, and she gasps, giving me the perfect opportunity to tangle my tongue with hers. I use it as she moves her arms from around my waist to around my neck, holding me close.

Groaning, I grip her ass and lift her, but instead of holding her up against the door like I want, I move towards the tattoo chair as her legs wrap around my waist.

Our kiss heats up as I lay her down on the chair, and I climb on with her, pressing my body tight against hers and keeping one hand on her juicy ass, I move the other between us, finding her panties instantly, moaning at how wet they are.

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