Page 25 of Marked By the Obsessed Biker
I let out a breath. “Okay, shirt off.”
She pulls her shirt up, and underneath she has on a black silky bra. My breath stutters as I look at her full breasts practically spilling out of the cups. I cup one of them, running my thumb over her pert nipple. She arches her back, pushing herself into my hand.
She sighs. “I thought you were giving me a tattoo.”
I groan and pull my hand back. “Fuck, you make me crazy, princess. Now that you’re mine, I don’t want to keep my hands off you.”
She lifts my hand and puts it back. “You don’t have to.”
I knead her breast, pumping it in my hand, and then release her again. “Tattoo first. Then I’m going to make you feel good. Lay back and roll to your side.”
She lies on her side, and I put a hand on her ribcage. “I want to put it here. Okay?”
She lays her head down on her arm. “Okay.”
I get all my equipment ready and get her skin prepped. When I start the tattoo, she doesn’t flinch, but I only get a few seconds in and stop. “You okay? If you change your mind, just tell me.”
She laughs. “It’s fine. Keep going.”
I put my head down and focus on the tattoo. It’s roughly thirty minutes later when I finish, and I wipe at her delicate skin. Pleased with my work, I kiss her bare shoulder. “Done. Hold on. I’ll get you a mirror.”
She’s trying to see the tattoo, and I come back over, holding the mirror at an angle that makes it easier to see.
She looks at it. “A key… with your name on it.”
I nod at the intricate design.
She doesn’t stop looking at it. “What does it mean?”
Instead of explaining it, I lift my shirt and show her the tattoo on my chest. She almost saw it the other night, and I didn’t want to just spring it on her. She leans in to look at it and then puts a hand to her mouth. “That’s a locket… with my name on it.”
I nod and let out a breath. She seems happy, and relief fills me.
She shakes her head. “But that’s not a new tattoo. I saw that the other night. When did you get it?”
I lift my chin. “The day after you came to town.”
She points at my chest. “You mean the locket, right? When did you put my name on it?”
“The day after you came to town.”
She gasps. “But… how… why?”
I lean down and cup her face with my hand. “Because I knew then that I wanted you. Instantly, I took one look at you and knew. We talked that night you got here. Do you remember that?”
She nods, but I continue with my story. “I had spent an hour with you and I knew that we should be together, but you spent the whole night mad at me. I didn’t want you to get on the back of that recruit’s bike.”
She smiles, thinking about it. “I thought you were just wanting to boss me around and then that guy got in a wreck the next night. You knew it wasn’t safe.”
I cup her face. “I knew it wasn’t safe, but I also knew then that I didn’t want you on anyone’s bike but mine.”
She leans up. “All this time I thought you were being bossy.”
I press my lips to hers and then pull back. “I love you, princess.”
She reaches behind her and pulls the straps of her bra down. “Show me.”
I growl and suck her nipple into my mouth. She whimpers but then pushes me by the shoulders. “No.”
