Inked Babies (Inked Brotherhood 6)

He’s watching me from under his lashes as I whip off my T-shirt and toss it over the side of the bed, his gaze dipping down to my breasts. They’re not much to look at, not even a handful, but he’s always liked them. Plus now they’re swollen with milk, my nipples dark and hard, and from the way his pupils dilate I know he likes what he sees.

He’s distracted. Good. I avoid his trembling, flushed hard-on, and try not to stare at the way it strains against his flat stomach, leaving a shiny trail of precum on his skin.

I put my hands on his chest, on his hard pecs, and raise my head to kiss him. Moving my mouth over his, I gasp when he thrusts his tongue against mine, stroking the roof of my mouth, sending bolts of heat between my legs.

Shifting, I press closer, my pussy spread and my throbbing clit pressed to the root of his cock. Can’t help the moan spilling from my lips to his.

“Fuck. Wait…” He draws back, breaking the kiss, his breathing a little too fast, his face paling. “Christ, wait.”

It’s happening, as I feared. He’s falling back into memory.

My hands shake as I lift them to his face, and he flinches. Shit… I’m aroused, scared, my mind blank.

But he loves me. He trusts me. He wants me.

All I have to do is give him pleasure, distract him. Pain and pleasure, that’s what sidetracks his mind from this dark rut.

I can do this. I want this.

“You’re hot, Zane Madden.” Letting my hands fall back to his chest, I kiss his shoulder as I toy with the barbells in his small nipples, tugging and tweaking, first one, then the other. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you, did you know that?”

He blinks those dark eyes, his fingers spasming on my waist. “No.”

“When I came over with Audrey. She wanted to visit Ash. You were all gruff and pissed at the world, and I fell for you then and there.”

He huffs a quiet laugh, and I tug on the barbell in his nipple again until he moans. “I didn’t know how fucking much I wanted you,” he pants, his gaze focused on me again. “Not until I first saw you eat ice cream, licking it from the cone.”

“Insta-love, huh?” I tease him, getting distracted myself by the way his body is reacting to my touch, his abs tightening, his cock swelling more, leaking between our bodies.

“No, that was lust. This…” His hands move to my hips, hauling me even closer, pressing me to his length, and he groans, his eyes rolling with pleasure. “This is love.”

God.

Love and lust and need all rolled into one maelstrom that’s dragging me under. I drop my hand to his cock, tap the piercings there until he’s arching against the headboard and his hard-on is so thick my hand won’t close around it, his length hard as steel.

“Fuck, girl…” He’s lifting me, his chest rising and falling like he’s been running. “Need to be inside you. Need you to come on my dick.”

Oh God, yes.

He’s all

here now, his eyes pitch dark, his body trembling with desire. I rise on my knees, guide the head of his cock inside me, then slowly sink down, taking him in.

He steadies me when I shake and moan, as his cock stretches me wide, to the point of pain and then back to pleasure.

Oh God, white-hot pleasure that’s burning its way through me. The way he fills me, the way the piercings stroke me inside, it’s driving every conscious thought from my head. I’m hot and already riding an edge of pleasure so sharp it’s cutting me open, it’s blowing my mind.

It’s all I can do to hold on to his shoulders and bite my lip to keep my moans quiet as I ride his rock-hard cock. He’s cursing under his breath, his hips rocking upward every time I sink back down, his lips pulled back in a snarl, his face twisted with strain.

His thrusts grow harder, faster, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders, a cry leaving my throat when my pussy clenches around his length. I come so hard tears fill my eyes and track down my cheeks.

Another wave of scalding pleasure pulses through me, and I writhe on his cock, not sure I can take it. Too strong, too much—or maybe it’s that his cock is swelling more, pressing into me.

“Love you,” he growls, jerking his hips up, slamming me back down on his cock, his breathing ragged. “Goddamn, girl, oh fuck…”

The burst of heat deep inside me as he comes has me shaking with another rush of pleasure. He groans and rocks into me, and I cry out again and pant his name.

“Oh God.” I collapse against this chest. “Oh my God.”