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“Don’t doubt yourself, War,” Arya tells him. He smirks at her before shaking his head.

“I guess if our girl wants in on this, we’re in,” he says. Arya laughs, pressing a kiss to Har’s lips before leaping from his lap and moving toward War. He turns his head, sensing her coming, and she grabs his face in her hands. She leans and presses her lips to his right before biting his bottom lip. War growls, and she pulls away, smiling.

“You’re going to pay for that, little bird.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Chapter 23

Warren

I love seeing Arya like this. Nervous as fuck. Jake is going to do her tattoo, and she can’t sit still. It’s almost amusing to watch.

“If you move, we’re going to mess this up,” Jake tells her.

“Did you have to pick your damn chest for the tattoo?” Denz growls his complaint. He knows Jake isn’t just touching her for no reason, but I totally understand his anger. I don’t want him touching her, either.

“Where do you want me to put it, Denz?” she asks over her shoulder.

“Your shoulder.”

“Then I can’t see it,” she complains.

“Your arm then,” he adds. Arya rolls her eyes and looks back to Jake.

“Okay. I’m ready,” she tells him. Jake moves to get started, and I sit and watch.

We all sit around and just talk shit for the most part and discuss the plans for Miami. I suppose if the other two are on board with it, I can be too. I’m still not one hundred percent sure I want to do this. I like making my own money even though it isn’t much. It’s not like I need money. I’m doing fine with what I have, but more money means more opportunity.

“What are you thinking about?” Arya asks, glancing over at me.

“All the ways I want to shove my cock in you.” She grins at me, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t think she understands the way I’m obsessed with her. I don’t think she gets the magnitude of it.

“Too bad it’s going to be a while,” she says, nodding toward her chest.

“I could always make you come while he’s doing that,” I tell her. Her cheeks turn pink, and I see the way her eyes dance with lust. So, while Jake is sitting by her head, I scoot down and slide her dress up her legs. “Spread your legs,” I tell her. She doesn’t move at first, glancing over at Jake.

“Don’t look at me. I know better than to look at you,” Jake tells her, causing her to laugh. She drags her gaze back to mine and shakes her head.

“You can wait,” she tells me. Now I laugh. There’s no way in fuck I’m waiting for something I want. And making her come is exactly what I want.

“I don’t fucking think so.” I pinch her inner thighs, and she immediately slides her legs apart. I inch my hand under her dress and slide her panties to the side before slipping two fingers inside her. She moans and starts to wiggle when Jake warns her not to. She stiffens up and tries her best not to move. I glide my fingers in and out of her, coating my fingers in her wetness. I groan, needing my cock to be inside of her, but I can’t do that right now.

So, instead, I give her pleasure while Jake gives her pain. I finger fuck her until her pussy is dripping onto the seat beneath her, and when I feel her tense up, I know she’s about to come.

“Don’t move, little bird,” I warn her as she comes closer. She holds her body steady while her orgasm washes over her. Her lips part, and she pants through it, but she never moves as he continues to ink her.

I pull my fingers free and bring them to my lips, licking her off me. I see Jake shift out of the corner of my eye, and I don’t blame him. He can probably smell her scent from here.

“So about Miami,” Arya brings up.

“What about it?”

“Are we going to be able to party?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows. Denz chuckles.

“We’re opening the nightclub. You can party all you want,” he tells her.

“Within reason,” I add. She grins at me, and I can’t help but smile back. This girl brings out the best and worst of me, and she doesn’t even know it.

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