Inked (Going All the Way #1) - Jenika Snow Page 0,4

though it might not be that way for him… yeah, she was wet right now just from the thought.

Stella was in for one hell of a tattoo session if she couldn’t get herself under control.

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Cadeon was having a really fucking hard time getting his dick to go down, and since he was on his Harley, that was one uncomfortable fucking ride. He had been thinking about Stella all damn day, going over the things he felt for her, and that said things were not good at all.

What he wanted to do to her since the moment he saw her three years before were filthy, hardcore, and would get his ass kicked ten times over by each and every one of the Vicious Bastards. It was just a tattoo, after all, but then again, it wasn’t.

He would be up close and personal with Stella, and that was dangerous, seeing as he wanted her like he had never wanted another woman before.

He had done a good job of keeping his dick in his pants where Stella was concerned, pretty much keeping his distance. It was better that way, and safer too. The last thing he wanted to do was piss off the president of the Vicious Bastards by fucking his little girl. That right there was grounds for him to go missing… like the six-feet-under kind of missing.

Cadeon pulled his bike into the parking lot of Ipseity and cut the engine. He climbed off, grabbed the bag of sandwiches he picked up at Stocker’s Deli down the street, and headed inside. As soon as he entered his tattoo parlor, the sound of heavy metal music and the buzzing of tattoo guns running along flesh blasted all around him. But if there was fierce and angry music playing overhead, it meant Naggie was either in a foul mood or working on some badass piece.

“Yo, boss,” Ziggy said as he leaned on the counter. His mohawk today was neon-green, and the plugs in both his earlobes matched his hair.

“Sandwiches will be in the back when you guys are ready for them.” Cadeon lifted the brown bag and tipped his chin toward the back room. “Naggie in a pissed off mood or working on something?”

Ziggy pushed off the counter and grinned. “I think a bit of both.”

Cadeon walked the few feet it took to get into the main part of the parlor where all the ink was done. Naggie was seated in front of a big, burly fucker, and even though she was working on his back, Cadeon could see the massive amount of chest hair the guy had as it sprouted out the sides of the table. As if Naggie knew he had been asking what the deal with the music was, she lifted her head and glared over at him.

Yeah, she was in a bitchy mood all right. He held up the bag and pointed to the back room. She nodded, her bleached-blonde pixie-cut hair slicked back and didn’t even move from the motion. Cadeon wasn’t about to talk to her about what the problem was, because when he had been stupid enough to do that before, all it ended up doing was pissing Naggie off more. If she wanted to vent, she knew where he was.

The people who worked in his shop weren’t just his employees; they were like his family too. Reckless may have only been his home for the last three years, but this was the first place since he had been on his own where he felt comfortable.

He turned and walked into the back room, if it could really be called that. The main part of the shop where all the work was done was spacious, but the back room where he kept supplies and where his office was didn’t have much more room than a walk-in closet. He had hours before Stella was to arrive, and although he usually kept the shop open late, he was closing early and sending everyone home for when she came.

Was that the smart thing? Fuck no, because it would mean he’d be alone with Stella, and the things he wanted to do to her were just nasty and wrong, but Christ they would be so damn good.

His dick sprang forward with a vengeance, and the ache in his balls he had to deal with every time he was near her was so uncomfortable that he actually contemplated rubbing one out before he saw her, hoping it would help relax him enough that