at Justin’s back and said, “You should let me tattoo you one day. Add some color to that sexy back of yours.”
“Thanks, but this guy has had dibs on my tats since I was an obnoxious little shit. I think he’d crush my skull if I strayed.”
“Whatevs. Come on, A,” Gia said. “Let’s go get our groove on.”
As the girls walked out, Tank said, “Do me a favor so I don’t have to take my gloves off. Dwayne and Baz are tied up at the rescue. Text Blaine and Zeke. Tell them to get up to Undercover to keep an eye on the girls.”
“You’ve got it.” Justin texted his brothers, and then he set his phone on the table. As Tank began tattooing again, Justin said, “You getting any sleep these days?”
“No less than usual.”
“Then why is Gia worried about you?”
The twitch in Tank’s jaw told Justin he was not in the mood to be scrutinized. But that only made Justin worry more, so he said, “Dude, you know you can talk to me.”
“I know I can do a lot of shit, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to.”
Justin’s phone vibrated with a text. “That might be Blaine or Zeke.” Tank lifted his needle, and Justin reached for his phone. Seeing Chloe’s name on the screen made him way too fucking happy. He opened the message, smiling at the picture of Chloe’s feet in the sand. Her toenails were painted pink, and a pretty silver chain circled her ankle, a dragonfly charm lying on the top of her foot, reflecting the colored tiki lights. Beneath the picture was the message Want to come dip your toes in my sand?
He wanted to dip a hell of a lot more than just his toes in her sand.
“Dude, it’s my girl. I’ve got to go. Would you mind if we cut it short and finish up another time?”
“Everything okay?” Tank asked as he set down his tattoo gun.
“Hell yes. She just wants to see me.”
“Give me five minutes to get you cleaned up.” He wiped the area clean. As he put clear plastic over it and secured it in place with tape, he said, “I’m happy for you, man. You’ve waited a long time to go out with Chloe. Don’t fuck it up.”
Justin climbed off the table and pulled on his shirt. “I’m doing my best. Thanks.”
Fifteen minutes later he pulled into Chloe’s driveway. As he headed up the walk, Chloe appeared at the edge of the backyard. His body awakened at the sight of his luau goddess basking in the moonlight. She beckoned him toward her with her index finger, reeling him in.
“Good evening, Mr. Wicked,” she said huskily.
God, this woman…
“Hello, gorgeous,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her.
Her finely manicured brows lifted, and her eyes sparked with heat. She pressed her hands to his chest and said, “I have a bone to pick with you.”
“Hold that thought.”
He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her slow and deep. But as had happened every other time, sparks ignited, turning slow to urgent, unstoppable passion. She clung to him as their tongues tangled. His hands moved up and down her bare back until he couldn’t take another second of not touching her. He lowered his hands, pushing through her grass skirt and palming her ass. The taste of her hot, willing mouth and the feel of her silk panties made him hard as stone. He fucking loved silk. He crushed her to him so she could feel his desire. The hard coconut bra between them should have lessened their arousal, but they were too far gone. She moaned into his mouth, and he lifted her into his arms. Her legs wound around him. They kissed as he carried her onto the porch and sank down to a blanket with her on his lap. He wanted to strip her naked and love every inch of her the way she deserved to be cherished. But somewhere in the back of his mind was a nagging reminder that she had wanted to talk to him.
But her mouth…
He couldn’t break away, needed one more glorious minute of kissing her, of her straddling his lap. One more minute of her hands in his hair, holding him like he was hers. She made another greedy sound, and his cock twitched, anxious to get into the game. If he didn’t stop now, he knew he wouldn’t stop at all. He forced himself to break their connection. A rush of