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what she’s after here. Tossing back my second shot, I grab my beer and take a long pull.

“Game on!” I yell. Tink motions to someone else who brings more drinks to the table. I line up my cue and break. We shoot few more shots and hit a few more balls before the guys come over, just like she said they would. Tink giggles and winks at me like she knew it would happen all along.

“Heard you’re here with Mason?” one of the guys asks. His whole body is covered in ink. At least all of it that I can see is; even his face is tattooed. I find myself staring as I let my gaze move over the many shaped and designs on his skin. Most are in black and grey, but some are in color. In my half drunken haze I reach up and run my fingertips over the ones decorating his face.

“That is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”

The guy just laughs letting me touch his body wherever I want to. “So, you’re here with Mason?” he asks again. This time I dip my head in agreement as I keep fingering his skin. Bumps break out over the surface, but that’s not what intrigues me. The same tattoo of the skull and blue blaze that Mason has adorns his neck.

“What does this mean? Mason has one too,” I ask, my voice slurred, ignoring his question in favor of my own.

“It’s our MC logo, babe.” Their MC logo? I didn’t even know they had a fucking logo. I suppose if they had to have a logo I’d want something a little kick ass too. I let my fingers linger a little longer before I hear Tink next to me.

“Whit, I have a sudden urge to kiss you,” she giggles in her drunken state. At that, I let my hands fall from the ink monster and turn towards Tink.

“You do? Why?” I ask a little unsure of why she’d say that.

“You’re beautiful. Can I? Please?” she asks my permission.

What the hell, who am I to say no? I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. Her strawberry flavored lip gloss explodes on my tongue. Her hands run up the front of my shirt, grasping my nipples between her fingers. As she pinches and tugs my body buzzes. Tink slowly lowers her hand down my stomach and into the top of my shorts. Shit, that feels good. Her finger slides between my legs as she starts toying with my clit.

“Fuck,” I breathe against her. Tink giggles but keeps going as I reach for her skirt to return the favor.

“Jesus,” Ink Monster groans as we continue to finger fuck each other.

She’s so fucking wet that it makes me even wetter. I’ve never really been into girls, well aside from those twins that one time, but Tink is sexy in her little pixie sort of way.

I shove my finger inside of her, slowly working her higher as she does the same to me. Our lips smash together licking and sucking at each other’s tongues. Everything about her is turning me on right now. Maybe it’s still the adrenaline from earlier? Whatever it is, I don’t want it to stop. I should blame Mason for this since he left me alone in this room when all I wanted was to be fucked. I get he had things to do, but I’m horny as hell.

Now, I’m taking all that pent up energy out on another girl while I think about Mason’s cock thrusting into me. I’ve never really thought about another while getting off with someone else, but there is something about that dark, brooding Mason that just makes my skin heat. Everything about him should tell me to run away, but the only way I’m running is directly to him.

Chapter 17

Mason

“They obviously didn’t see your cut or they would have followed you back here,” Viking says with confidence. I didn’t think they followed me either. They knew I wasn’t one of them though and they fired shots, but that’s all they knew.

“Heard that. I just don’t like them hangin’ around Joe’s place. We need to get that warehouse sooner and move the product, but that doesn’t mean that they’ll back off Joe. We need to figure this shit out,” I tell him. Viking nods, taking a pull from his beer before swallowing and bringing his joint up to his lips.

“What if we set up some protection around Joe’s for a bit? Get

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