Inked in Lies (The Fallen Men 5)

I had a lotta love in my heart for every kinda girl, but these, women confident enough to entertain their own fantasies? They made me hard as stone.

Daksha gripped my dick through my jeans while simultaneously biting into my lip. “Who do you want, Nova? Katie, me, or both on our knees?”

My hand fisted the back of her thick, silken hair and tugged so I could softy snarl into her panting mouth. “Why don’t we see how you both look down there, and I’ll letcha know.”

Katie laughed again. “You are so fucking sexy.”

“Hey,” I said, catchin’ the tip of her chin in my hand so I could speak against her lips. “I don’t know the half’a it compared to you two.”

She melted against me, droppin’ to the asphalt behind the bar like butter on a stove. I braced my legs as she made quick work of my belt and fly, then sighed as her soft hands dove into the denim and fished my cock out. Daksha hummed with approval as she dropped beside her friend, and together, they started to lave me with their tongues.

I closed my eyes, leaned back against the graffitied wall, and let the pleasure soak through me.

“What the actual fuck, Katie?” A male voice barked from the side of the buildin’.

Katie froze, hand wrapped around me like a vice, mouth open and pink tongue extended. She seemed confused at first, sunk so deep in her arousal and intoxication that it took her a moment to swim to the surface of reality.

When she did, she dropped my cock like a hot coal and lurched to her feet so quickly she stumbled.

I frowned because I hadn’t thought she was that drunk. Reachin’ out, I steadied her while addressin’ the jock who’d interrupted us. “What the fuck yourself? Give the women some goddamn privacy.”

“Says the guy who’s assaulting them behind a bar,” he snarled, stalkin’ forward. In the yellow cast of the security lights his face was florid with anger. “Get your hands off my girl.”

I raised an eyebrow at Katie who gaped like a fish out of water. “You taken, sweetheart?”

Mutely, she shook her head. “He wishes, though.”

Instantly, my blood went hot. “He bother you much?”

She hesitated, because the asshole was still comin’ at us. “Um, yeah.”

Daksha unfolded from her knees gracefully and was kind enough to tuck my now-limp dick back in my pants, givin’ it a little regretful pat after she zipped my fly. “Tries all the time. He’s a dickhead.”

Dick Head was close enough now to lunge out and grab for Katie. I gently, firmly, moved her behind me and faced him with bared teeth.

“Seems she doesn’t think you have a right to barge in here, man. Why don’t you take a hike?”

He scoffed. “Why don’t you fuck off, pretty boy, huh? Think you’re better than me or something?”

“It’s not about me,” I said calmly even while I dipped casually into my jean’s pocket to grasp my keys between my knuckles. “It’s about the girls.”

“Katie doesn’t know what she wants.”

“Ethan,” Katie tried to protest.

“You come with me now, I won’t have to beat up your pretty boyfriend,” he taunted, crackin’ his knuckles.

He was on the large size, obviously a gym junkie with a neck as thick as his thigh. But he lumbered as he strode across the asphalt, no agility, no grace.

And I doubted he had three brothers and a best friend who was a street fighter.

I could take him.

Bouncin’ light on the balls of my feet, I grinned a little maniacally at the fucker. “Seein’ how Katie is a grown woman––trust me, after feelin’ those curves, I know she’s all woman––I’m thinkin’ we respect her wishes and you. Fuck. Off.”

Ethan eyed me for a moment, takin’ in my stance, my tall, lean form that still needed some fillin’ out, but was built considerin’ my age.

And then he opened his mouth and hollered, “Avery, Bruce, Leland!”

I sighed dramatically as there was a murmur of voices from the front of the bar, and then three figures rounded the shadowed corner to join us.

“That scared, huh?” I teased. “Don’t see why, it’d be hard for me to fuck up your ugly mug any worse.”

Easy as flashin’ red before a bull, he charged. Before his friends could flank him or he could think up some better approach, the fucker was swingin’ his heft in a fist aimed right at my head.

Damn, I’d been hopin’ for a real fight.

I ducked, the air stirrin’ over my head as he missed his mark, then I twisted on the ball of my foot, hips torqued for maximum force, and I landed a brutal uppercut straight to his lower left flank.

The air exploded from his lungs in a bleat like wounded cattle. As he doubled over, I launched to my feet, drivin’ my knee into his downturned face.