Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

"I work with my hands."

"You have a left hand. You'll learn to make do."

I can't help but laugh. This girl does something to me. I like it. Even though I shouldn't. "You want me to swear on my cock?"

"It is the source of your motives. Supposedly."

"I swear on my cock. I'm inviting you hiking because I want to spend the afternoon staring at your ass then stripping you out of your sweaty clothes and fucking you."

Her cheeks flush.

"I'll skip the shirt."

She holds out her hand. "Sold."

We shake.

Chapter Eleven

Walker

My cell buzzes in my jeans.

My head fills with thoughts of Iris.

Lying on my couch.

Pulling her dress to her waist.

Flipping over, arching her back, and begging me to take her.

But she isn't the one calling me.

Incoming Call from Sabrina Williams.

No fucking way.

I stare at my cell until the call goes to voicemail.

A moment later, a new message notification pops up on my cell.

Then a fucking text.

Sabrina: Can we talk? Mom and Dad are driving me crazy. I miss my baby brother.

Walker: I have plans today. I'll call next weekend.

Or never.

Never is good.

I run my hand through my hair. I need to talk to my parents. No, that isn't enough.

I need to convince them to actually make due on their threats. The gentle approach isn't doing shit to get my sister clean, but they never manage to muster up the balls for tough love.

I slide my cell into my jeans.

Iris is going to be here soon. We're going to drive up to Malibu and take in a beautiful, blue day. And then I'm going to drive her home and fuck her senseless.