Stealing His Thunder (Masters of Adrenaline 1)

“This is your woman?”

“Yes. She’s the reason we’re late.”

Loke snorted and pushed back his mane of black hair. The scar that slashed from eye to jawbone made him look like some sort of supervillain. They were technically still a death metal band, they’d just stopped performing publically. In their invite-only dungeon they still played regularly, in both senses of the word.

Addison was clutching Fox’s hand, and when he glanced down at her, the grin that lit her face was feral.

“Hmm.” Loke gave her an appraising once-over. “Hot little piece of ass.”

Loke grinned wolfishly. She matched it.

“Watch her around Rune. She’s his flavor.” Loke shrugged as though a man tempted by a woman couldn’t be blamed for carrying her off.

“She’s mine. I’ll kick his ass if he lays a hand on her.”

The room went very still. Rune’s gaze drifted over Addison’s face, lingering on her fierce expression before sliding down to

her body. When he was done, he nodded at Fox in approval. “A woman worth having is a woman worth dying for.”

“Submissive?” Loke asked Fox.

“Sometimes, but not to you,” Addison replied mildly.

Geir barked a laugh and said something in Norwegian.

“Geir says if you ever tire of that vanilla boy, you come play with us.” Rune strolled over, his dark eyes gleaming.

“Go jerk off or something, Rune. I have work to do,” Loke said dismissively. Rune lingered nearby, eyeing Addison with an interest that made Fox’s hackles rise. He’d watched the three of them triple team a girl before. He hoped that wasn’t one of Addison’s fantasies, because he sure as hell didn’t want to share.

“Have you decided which of you I’m tattooing?” Loke asked, turning his back to Rune.

Addison was staring up at Fox.

“You mentioned you always wanted a tattoo. These assholes are the best, and they owe me a favor. They’re exclusive and have done all of my work.”

Her face lit up, and he could see her mind racing.

“No is an okay answer.”

“Fuck yeah!” she replied without hesitation.

“I hope you know what you want. I don’t have time to sit on my ass,” Loke groused. “I don’t do cute or cartoons. You’d have to see Rune for that.”

Rune glared at Loke with his freakishly pale eyes and finally went back to Geir. None of them would agree to do work like that. As successful as they’d already been as entrepreneurs, it wasn’t like they needed the money anymore. They only did what they felt like doing.

Addison immediately thumbed on her phone and Fox caught the blur of pictures scrolling past. “This.”

She showed the picture to Loke and he grunted his approval. “Where?”

“My back.”

Loke nodded. “Is this your first?”

“Yes. But I’m not a pussy.”

Fox chuckled. The way Loke grinned at him, he probably assumed they’d played way more than they had. From what he’d seen so far, Addison was a masochist, but now he wondered just how far that went.

Fox held out his hand for her phone and looked at the black and white picture on the screen. Several gears fit together, and the inside of the gears were patterned with mandala-like intricacies that were somehow both nerdy and feminine. It was perfect for Addison. A nod to engineering and cars.