INKED 8: A Tattoo Shop Reverse Harem

"What's your name?" she asks, snapping the top back on the lipstick and pressing her lips together.

“Aaron,” I say, “Aaron Cole. But we don't need to know each other's names to be friends."

"You want to be friends." Kyla downs the rest of her drink and slides off the barstool. In her heels, she's three inches taller than she is at work but still a whole lot shorter than me. She touches the collar of my shirt and then looks up at me, tipping her head to one side. "I don't need another friend, Aaron Cole. But I do need someone to show me a good time. Can you do that?"

Can I do that? Fuck yeah, I can do that.

I don't even reply to her question. I just take hold of her by the elbow and march us out the door. Connor's is a bar that is surrounded by office buildings and stores that are all deserted at this time of night. There's an alleyway down one side that leads to a small courtyard where the staff hang out and smoke. It's perfectly deserted and in the shadow of the building.

If Kyla wants me to show her a good time, it's going to be here and now with no pleasantries or romance. It's going to be raw and dirty like it would be between strangers who really were like Aaron Cole and whoever Kyla is pretending to be.

I shove her against the wall, bracketing her with my arms on either side of her head. Kyla's eyes are bright and wild, her face still formed into an expression that is part of the role she's playing. My breathing is ragged with anticipation, my mouth hungry to taste every bit of the gorgeous woman standing in front of me.

She's going to let me, but not with any form of submission. Everything I get, I'm going to have to take.

"You look beautiful in that dress, but you'd look even more beautiful without it."

"You think I'm going to get naked in an alleyway because some stranger asks me to?"

"I think you'll show me your pretty tits. You'll let that dress drop to your waist and drive me crazy."

"You'd go crazy at the sight of my nipples?" Her tone is sneering, as though I'm pathetic for being as turned on by her as I am.

"I'd go crazy at the sight, and you'd go crazy when I suck on them. I'll have you so wet that you'll be dripping down your legs."

Kyla pauses for a moment, her eyes never leaving mine, then she drops her purse and the straps to her dress and smiles defiantly. "Let's see what you've got, Mr. Bigshot."

For a moment, I have to close my eyes because I'm hit with sensory overload. Then Kyla's hand finds mine and drags it to her breast. The sensation of her soft flesh against my rough palm brings me back into the present. She's perfect, not in an adult film star way but in a natural woman way. Her nipples are small and drawn into tight points as I use my thumb and finger to tease. My mouth waters to taste, so I do what I promised and dip my head, sliding my tongue over her skin, breathing in her warm floral scent.

Oh God, this is too much. This different Kyla really knows how to flip my switch.

A soft moan emanates from her lips, and her chest rises and falls beneath my lips. In my pants, my cock is harder than granite, my hips feeling the primal drive to thrust into her. Then her fingers slide into my hair and grip, and I'm lost.

21

KYLA

We’re strangers, I keep repeating to myself. Strangers who’ve just met and have enough electricity between them to want to rut in a dark alleyway where they could get caught at any second.

I don’t know what’s come over me. From the moment Kole arrived, strolling into the bar with a different way of walking, I slipped into a different me. A sassy, abrasive, and challenging version of myself who enjoys pushing the buttons of this man.

Gone is the Kole I have lunch with and who makes me laugh. Aaron Cole has taken over his body and mine.

Everything about him feels different; his demeanor and his voice, his actions and his tone. He should ditch tattooing and sign up for acting classes. With his pretty gray eyes, midnight curls, and rugged broken nose and scars, he’d make a perfect romance or action hero. But right now, his focus is on teasing me into desperation, and he’s getting pretty damn close.

When I gasp, he loses focus and slams his mouth into mine. Our first kiss is deep and desperate, and I hook my leg around his hips, tugging him closer.

There’s no consideration in my mind of his size down there. Kase was big, and Kole is identical. I know what it’s going to feel like when he spreads me to open the way his brother did. I know my body can take the stretch, and when the bar of his cock presses against me, everything is confirmed.