Page 17 of Ink's Devil

I, of course, knew what to expect when we arrived back at the clubhouse. The only person who didn’t had been Demon. I felt pleased for Vi, her plans had gone like clockwork. I’d had to smother my laughter when Pyro asked the prez’s advice about a non-existent rattle on his ride.

Vi and Demon’s heated kiss hadn’t been PG, but someone had clearly been impressed. Someone who’s loud whistle had caught my attention from across the room. Not a someone I’d expected to see, not in the place I call home.

Beth’s here.Be fucking hard to miss her given the way she towers over all the girls and even some of my brothers.

As our eyes lock, my cock immediately begins to swell.

I can only see two options. March over to her, take her hand, her hair, fuck I don’t care which and drag her up to my room and sink my thickening cock into her sweet depths, or, I can run upstairs and take care of this shit myself.

For more time than I should, I stand staring as our eyes lock. I’ve heard the term rooted to the spot, but I have never experienced the feeling before. It’s like I’m resisting a magnetic force that’s trying to draw me across the room. This hold, this thrall she has me in, there’s no other term for it.It’s dangerous.

She breaks eye contact first, but not of her own volition. No, because Judge has come up behind her and caught her attention. Well I’ll be fucked if Sparky’s not heading toward her as well. My hands curl at my sides.

“Good ride that, Brother.”

My eyes are fixed on what’s happening across the room.

“Hey, I said that was a fuckin’ good ride. Needed that.”

Rapidly I shake my head. “What?”

Mace stares at me, his brow creasing. “You feeling alright? I didn’t see you come off and knock your head, still, might have missed it.”

“I haven’t banged my fuckin’ head,” I growl and turn away, as my eyes are drawn back to Beth again.Has Judge dared to put his hand on her?

Mace turns to see where I’m looking. His eyes widen. “Hey, that’s that bitch from the wedding, isn’t it? Mel’s friend. Christ, those jeans hug that ass nicely. Thought she looked pretty in that dress last week, but those tight-fitting pants?” He lets out a low whistle. “Those legs go on for miles, they’d feel great wrapped around my waist. She’s fuckin’ hot, Brother. Think I might need to go and chase those youngsters off.”

“Sparky’s my age,” I rasp.

His elbow bumps my arm. “Yeah, I was talking about Judge. We can teach her something those youngsters can’t, eh, Brother?”

We?Sure, the enforcer and I have shared women before, even as recently as this past week, but the thought of watching him and Beth turns my stomach. Nah, can’t be that making me suddenly feel sick. Maybe I downed my beer too fast. Drank on a too-empty stomach, must be what it is.

“She doesn’t want anyone pawing at her,” I warn him.

His eyes narrow as he observes, “Well, she doesn’t seem to be pushing anyone away. Judge has his arm around her now. And fuck me,” he laughs as he continues to describe the scene, “Judge is staringupinto her face. He’d have to go on tippy-toe to kiss her. Now that I’ve gotta see.”

I’ve got eyes in my fucking head. There’s only an inch or two height difference, so tiptoe’s stretching it a bit. And there’s no need for a fuckin’ running commentary. “He should leave her the fuck alone.”

Mace turns back to me, shaking his head in confusion. “You’ve already tapped that. You never do a civilian more than once. Surely, you’re not getting jealous?”

Jealous?Not fucking likely. “Of course, I’m fuckin’ not,” I bark. “You know me better than that, Ground Pounder.”

“Thought I did, Leatherneck,” he half says, half mumbles. Then he looks again at my face. “Look, Ink, I’ll be fuckin’ straight with you. There are girls you fuck and forget, and girls you fuck then can’t get out of your head. If she’s the latter, nothing’s stopping you going in for a repeat.”

Fuck knows, right now I’m tempted. If only to get those assholes off her back. There’s one good reason I can’t. “It will give her ideas.”

“Might, might not.” A burst of feminine laughter reaches my ears. “But if you don’t move in now, you could lose your chance. Looks like Judge is getting pretty… no, I was wrong. Sparky seems to have caught her interest now.”

“I don’t want a bitch,” I say, unsure whether I’m trying to convince myself or him.Is she really thinking of going with one of my brothers? Is she so shallow to jump from my bed into one of theirs?I slam the heel of my hand against my forehead as I remember that’s exactly what I’ve been doing all week, trying to fuck her out of my mind.

“She might not want a man.” He jerks his head in her direction. “She might turn you down, might prefer Judge who’s not got so many miles under his belt.”

“I’m thirty for fuck’s sake, not over-the-hill. And it doesn’t matter whether or not she prefers a younger man, they’re not getting the chance.”

Mace eyes me from head to toe, then grins. “Get the fuck over there and talk to her. Your face is red as though you’re going to blow a gasket, and you’re sporting one hell of a chubby in your pants. If she turns you down, reckon you’re going to need a very cold shower.”

I shift my stance, hoping to make my swollen cock less noticeable, but all I do is press it harder against my zipper, and wince.

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