Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 1)

Drex shrugs and drops his arm around my shoulders. “We’re getting you inked as soon as Cecil gets back. I’d rather not have to punch anyone else,” he says, and I almost stumble over my own feet.

“Inked? As in tattooed?”

He just grins as though he enjoys seeing me completely horrified.

“Yeah,” he says, moving his hand down to my hand, lifting it up and sucking one of my fingers into his mouth. An instant ache forms between my legs as he winks at me, releasing my finger from his teasing mouth. “You hang with us on a regular basis, then you get inked. It’s the way of the world, baby, and you’re mine. Everyone else needs to know it.”

Why didn’t that book explain this part? Most of the girls only get a tattoo when they’ve been with a guy for a while, but it’s to please him. It’s not a mandatory thing.

“I like seeing your skin, and apparently everyone else is enjoying it, too,” he says while bending to kiss my shoulders. He picks me up by the waist, leaving my feet dangling, and he carries me back to the booth while he roughly kisses my neck and shoulder on my right side. It’s too distracting for me to think anymore.

When we reach the others, Sledge moves out, bringing Liza with him, and we slide into the curve of the booth once again. Drex pulls me onto his lap, forcing me to straddle him, and in a moment of pure bravery, I surprise him before he can stop me.

The second my lips find his soft, yet firm mouth, he stills. But I don’t stop. I kiss him while he’s stunned, and I move my lips as though he’s kissing me back instead of remaining completely rigid beneath me.

When he parts his lips—probably to tell me to stop—I push my tongue inside, and he groans before grabbing my hips and jerking me to him. When he kisses me back, everything around me crumbles into nothing, and I fall prey to him all over again.

His demanding tongue meets mine, and he tugs my bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls back. But he returns to the kiss hungrily, almost as though he can’t stop himself, and my fingers tangle in his hair as I take all he’ll give, because I might not get this chance again.

Chapter 17

DREX

The damn girl has surprised the fuck out of me. She tastes too good to stop. Her lips are fucking perfect—just like I knew they would be. And I’m so damn hard that it hurts.

I was joking about fucking her in the club, but now…

I pull back, doing all I can to catch my breath, and she pulls a hand up to her swollen lips. I’m not sure a kiss is supposed to be that powerful, and it’s starting to piss me off that I seem to keep losing my control around her.

“Turn around,” I say, nodding in the direction of the stage, and then I shoot Snake a look of warning that has him snickering before he averts his eyes.

Sledge doesn’t need the warning. He most likely saw that kiss, and he knows damn well what I’m about to do to the girl on my lap who is getting braver by the second.

“What?” she whispers, seeming drunk, but she hasn’t even had a drink.

First she fought me on her dress. Then she insisted she go to the bar. And now she has just taken a kiss she knew she wasn’t supposed to.

“Turn around.”

She frowns and starts to move off my lap. I wince when she shifts too painfully over my cock. Grabbing her hips, I lock her in place as I shake my head. “Stay on my lap.”

She still looks confused, but she manages to turn around, still hurting me a little, and puts her back to me just as a new dancer comes on. I haven’t noticed anyone on stage yet, because my mind has been twisted around the girl in my lap. She’s fucking consuming me, and I don’t know if I love it or hate it.

After putting her ankles on the cushioned booth seat, placing them either side of my hips, I make quick work with my zipper. I lift the hem of her dress to slide her underwear to the side. She stiffens, and I smirk as I trace her wet slit with the tip of my finger. When she shudders in my arms and her thighs try to close, I push against her a little harder, keeping my freed cock hidden under her dress.

She pushes against my finger, and her tight walls squeeze. That’s enough to almost make me fuck up and do this too early, so I pull her backward until I have the perfect angle to replace my finger with my dick.