Dirty Sexy Inked (Dirty Sexy 2)

Chapter One

“We’re off to Las Vegas, Kitty-Kat,” Mason Kincaid said as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation. “Sin City is the perfect place to get down and dirty and have some fun. What kind of trouble do you think we can get into while we’re there?”

Katrina Sands buckled her seat belt and settled more comfortably in the first-class leather seat next to Mason—her best friend since they were fourteen and freshmen in high school. She wasn’t at all surprised that he was already making a mental list of all the wild and reckless adventures that awaited him in a no-holds-barred place like Las Vegas. Mason Kincaid was a rule breaker, a thrill seeker, and a self-indulgent bad boy who was all about pleasure and instant gratification. From everything she’d heard about the city that never slept, he’d be right in his element.

Oh, joy, she thought with a resigned sigh. It wasn’t as though she was a prude. Far from it. She just wasn’t thrilled about watching her best friend’s man-whoring ways in action in Vegas. She spent enough time seeing it up close and personal on a day-to-day basis.

She turned her head and met Mason’s bright blue gaze. “You do realize that this trip isn’t all about you and your dick, right? That we’re heading to Vegas because your brother Clay is marrying Samantha?” she asked, reminding him of that one important detail.

The corners of his mouth curved with an indulgent grin. “Of course I realize my brother is strapping on the old ball and chain tomorrow afternoon. But that doesn’t mean the entire weekend is going to be all wedding, all the time. In fact, tonight Levi and I plan to take Clay out to make sure he spends his last evening as a bachelor in style.”

Which gave Mason the perfect opportunity to carouse for a willing female to take back to his hotel room for the night. It’s what Mason did. For as long as she’d known him, he’d had a hit-it-and-quit-it motto when it came to women, and he always made sure they knew the score up front. He didn’t make promises or do commitment or anything longer than a one-time fling.

And each time Katrina watched it happen, a little bit of hope died inside of her. The hope that one day Mason would see her as more than just a best friend and the woman who managed to keep his personal and professional shit together. But the man was oblivious to her deeper feelings for him, and she wasn’t willing to tell him and risk certain painful rejection. It was much easier, and safer, keeping them both squarely in the friend zone.

She’d known him for twelve years, and had truly come to believe that Mason Kincaid didn’t have the ability to commit to any single woman. And it really wasn’t hard for her to figure out why considering the kind of childhood he’d had—no father figure to speak of and a mother who cared more about her next fix than her own kids. Mason might be a master at giving off a carefree, I-don’t-give-a-crap attitude, but Katrina was one of the few people who knew just how much pain and resentment that laid-back demeanor really masked.

The commercial plane they were taking to Las Vegas finished the boarding process, and one of the cabin crew started closing the overhead luggage bins, while another made an announcement to set all electronic devices to airplane mode. A pretty brunette flight attendant stopped next to Mason’s aisle seat and set her hand on his shoulder.

He glanced up at her, and the woman smiled, her complexion flushing a bit as he turned all that potent male sex appeal her way. Yeah, Mason had that kind of breathtaking effect on women. Between his gorgeous features, that sexy, panty-dropping smile, and his sleeves of bad boy tattoos that wrapped around both muscled arms, he was an irresistible force to the female gender.

And the jerk knew it, too, and didn’t hesitate to use that charm to his advantage.

“Sir, I need you to put your seat belt on, please,” she said oh-so-sweetly as her hand gave his solid shoulder a noticeable squeeze.

“Absolutely. And call me Mason,” he said as he buckled the belt around his waist, his tone as light and flirtatious as the wink he gave the woman. “Since I’m in first class and you’ll be servicing me, we might as well be on a first-name basis.”

Katrina rolled her eyes, but the flight attendant laughed at his double meaning and gave him a blatant once-over before moving on to the chairs in front of them, where Clay and Samantha were seated. Straight across the aisle from Mason was his youngest brother, Levi, along with Tara, who was a bartender at Clay’s bar, Kincaid’s. The upgrade to first class had been Clay’s doing, as were the individual hotel suites for each one of them that awaited their check-in at the Bellagio Hotel.

As the attendant walked down the rest of the aisle, hips swaying, Mason craned his neck to stare at her ass until he couldn’t see her anymore.

Then, he glanced back at Katrina with one of his typical wolfish grins and a shameless gleam in his eyes. “Do you think she’d be willing to induct me into the mile-high club?” he asked, and Katrina knew he wasn’t completely teasing.

She narrowed her gaze in warning, because the mere thought of Mason banging some chick a few feet away from her wasn’t something she cared to endure. “Don’t even think about it.”

He leaned in close so that his shoulder rubbed against hers and his lips were near her ear. “You’re no fun, Kitty-Kat.”

His warm breath stirred the purp

le-tipped ends of her blonde hair, and she barely managed to suppress the shiver of awareness tickling down her spine and causing her nipples to tighten uncomfortably.

“Having sex in a cramped bathroom in an airplane is not my idea of fun.”

Jesus, maybe she was a prude, she thought with a frown. Or maybe it had just been too long since she’d indulged in sex of any kind. It had been nearly a year, and even that last time with the guy she’d been dating had left her unsatisfied and wanting.