My Inked Neighbor (Summit Hill Vipers: Mayhem Makers)

Chapter 9 Bullseye

X iara is getting under my skin.

I can’t seem to shake her from my thoughts. It’s not just last night or the way she came apart in my arms. It’s the almost kiss burning my skull with its memory and inking its mark into my mind. I fought that kiss because I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop once that kiss started. I fucking crave her, and my dick gets excited every time I see her. I’m popping a fucking boner as often as I did in high school.

Only now, my fucking palm isn’t good enough to satisfy me.

And worse, I don’t want to hook up with a sweetbutt or one of the strippers from Show’ N’ Tail. I just want Xiara. I need to hear her moans as I fuck her and feel those silken walls clamp down on my cock like they did with my fingers. I want to devour her mouth, her pussy, and ruin her for any other guy.

Fuck. I’m so screwed.

Worse, I want to take her out. On a date . I’m impatient all fucking morning until I see her exit the house with her steaming cup of tea and a book tucked under her arm. She’s a creature of habit. I like that she’s consistent. It won’t be hard to make her happy.

As soon as she’s settled, I leave the house and approach her porch. She waves me over with a smile.

“Good morning.”

“Morning, Beautiful.” I take a seat on an empty chair instead of the swing, giving her space since she looks comfortable. “You have plans today?”

“Nothing other than a little reading. You?”

Oh, I’ve got plans. You , I want to say, but I don’t. Instead, I offer her a chance to get to know me better. “I’ve got to check in at the shop.”

Her interest is piqued. “Oh? What shop?”

“My auto repair shop. Since I own it, I don’t have to go in every day, but I like to make an appearance. Some of my employees are club brothers, others I’ve found by luck. They’re a great group of mechanics.”

“That’s good. From a supervisor’s perspective, it’s so much easier when you have employees who want to be there. It’s not like the gas station where the turnover is high.”

“True,” I agree. “You know, you should come with me.”

“Really? You want me to tag along?”

“Sure. We can grab some lunch afterward.” Yeah, I’m not foolin’ anyone as she smiles, seeing through my pathetic attempt to take her out without making too much of it.

“I’d like that.” She sets down her book and stands. “Um, will I be riding your motorcycle again?”

The second she reminds me of how much it turned her on, I’m a lost cause. I close the distance between us and cradle her face in my hands. “I should have done this last night.”

Xiara doesn’t have time to protest as I lower my head and capture her lips. Fuck, they’re soft. And they taste like cherries. Delicious. I can’t get enough and plunge my tongue into her mouth, sweeping it for more sweetness. I’m so lost in the kiss that I don’t realize I’ve got her in the same place as last night.

Xiara grabs the material of my shirt and bunches the fabric with her fingers. She’s into this as much as I am, maybe even more than last night. We finally part, and I slide my palm down her arm, reaching for her hand to interlace our fingers.

“Need anything before we leave?”

“Well, maybe a jacket and my shoes.” She giggles as I look down, noticing her bare feet for the first time.

“Yeah. Good call.” I laugh. “Tell you what, I’m gonna lock up Mags’s place, and you walk over when you’re ready.”

Fifteen minutes later, she’s strutting my way with another pair of jeans so tight I’m sure my tongue is hanging out and betraying how I feel. She looks smokin’ hot in her boots and black jacket. I help her with a helmet, and we set off, riding to Blade Auto Repair.

I park outside the shop and take her helmet, giving her a tour and introducing her to some of the crew. They’re a laid-back bunch, and the few that are club members give me knowing looks. So yeah, it’s fucking obvious I like Xiara. I haven’t brought any woman here other than her. That’s sayin’ a lot.

After the tour, I lead her to my bike. “Any ideas on where you want to eat?”

She steps into my space, trailing her fingers up my stomach. “Tacos?”

I almost miss what she suggests because my cock decides to swell, pressing into my jeans. Just her presence is enough to turn me on today. When I look at her mouth, all I can think about is how good she’d look on her knees, trying not to gag as I fill her throat. Or even better, taking me deep while on all fours. Fuck, I want her.

We find a place that’s not too busy and serves amazing tacos. Both of us are hungry, and we dig into the chips and salsa, striking up a conversation as easily as if we’ve done this a hundred times.

“You know,” I observe as we finish our meals, “I don’t think you hate me anymore.”

Xiara makes a face. “I never hated you.”

I snort. “You came pretty damn close.”

“Yeah, I guess I did. That was before I got to know you, and you helped Xaden. He thinks you’re cool.”

“It’s the Harley,” I brag. “Attracts all the women and comes with a certificate that promises you’ll be cool.”

Xiara’s laughter flutters around us. “Nice. I won’t mention the certificate to Xaden.”

“Better not. He’s already cool enough. He might hit his limit,” I joke.

Her light blue eyes nearly sparkle with humor. “Does that mean you hit your limit?”

“Naw. I’ve got a special disclaimer on mine.” I lift my hands, writing the words in the air. “Drew, Coolness King.”

Xiara’s deep laughter warms something deep inside that’s usually only reserved for Mags and my club. She’s softening me in ways I never expected. Nothing that strips my masculinity but lets me put aside the enforcer and darkness and be myself. It’s a rare thing when someone else’s personality edifies your own.

We leave the restaurant and ride back to my place. I kiss her before she walks next door, waving as she enters her house. We hang out for the next few days whenever she’s not at work. Little by little, I’m winning her over. Xaden notices, and we talk about it the following afternoon as we toss the football around.

“So, you and Xiara,” he begins.

“Yeah?”

“Is it serious?” He throws a bit long, but I catch it without a problem.

I toss it back to him and nod. “I’d like it to be.”

“With what intentions?” He’s totally serious.

“Well, that depends on Xiara, but I really like her.”

He thinks over my words. “She’s not one of the girls trying to fuck a biker. Xiara isn’t like that.”

“They’re called sweetbutts. And I know. That’s why I like her,” I admit.

“Because you can get free pussy whenever you want, right?”

I don’t want to lie, but it sounds crude. “Yes and no. Every sweetbutt has free choice. For me, I don’t want any of that. Not anymore.”

“Since when?”

“Since Xiara.”

“Alright.”

“Yeah?”

“You’ve got my permission to date her.”

This kid. “Thanks, Xaden.”

LATER THAT NIGHT, I knocked on their door after seeing Xaden leave. Xiara sent me one text.

Come over.

I don’t hesitate, grinning like a goddamn fool when she answers the door. “Hey, Babe.”

She pulls me inside and locks the door, unbolting her silken robe. There’s nothing covering her skin but a thick strip of silk over her pussy. I don’t hesitate to lift her, carrying her to the dining room table. Her back rests against the solid surface as I flick the light switch and drown us in shadows.

I’ve wanted to see her naked since the night we met. I got a tease, but it’s not been enough.

My hands slide up her hips, over the curve of her waist, and wrap her torso. I greedily devour every exposed inch of skin as my lips lower to her stomach. My tongue licks and suckles a pathway to her breasts, and she sharply inhales when I draw one of the soft buds into my mouth. I use my teeth to nibble and bite until both nipples are sharp points.

Xiara’s back arches as I drag my hand over her abdomen. “I need to taste you.”

“Then do it.”

I don’t hesitate to rip her silky thong from her body and stuff it into the pocket of my jeans. I’m ravenous with the thought of eating her out and making her come from my tongue and fingers alone. It’ll be a test of my will to see if I can keep from fucking my obsession.

Xiara gasps as I spread her legs farther apart and tug her to the edge of the table. “Bullseye.”

“Drew,” I correct her. Tonight, I only want to hear Drew.

My head lowers, and I inhale, growing even more excited by her feminine musk and clean scent. I don’t hesitate to dive in, swiping my tongue through her center and parting her slit. A husky moan escapes her lips as I trail my tongue up to her clit and flick the bead before sucking it into my mouth.

I’m a pussy and ass man. That’s evident by how much this turns me on. I love having her spread open for me, writhing as I lick and taste her. I’ve got her right where I want her, and I insert two fingers, slowly beginning to pump the tight channel of her pussy.

Xiara’s hips begin to rock against my shoulders. Her fingers slide into my hair and lightly pull.

“Are you getting close, Beautiful?”

A soft cry escapes as she nods.

My hand twists, and I curl my fingers upward, pressing into her G-spot. Already, I can feel her slicken with arousal. When I double down on her clit, she nearly screams. Her orgasm came on quick and strong as Xiara shouts my name. I feel her clench my fingers as her walls flutter. I’m a greedy fucker, and now I want my cock hugged the same way.

I leave her only long enough to undo my belt, pop the button on my jeans, and lower my zipper. In the next moment, I’m sitting in one of her dining room chairs and hauling her onto my lap.

“This first time, you take control. Your pacing. You get to fuck me however you like.”

Her lips meet mine as she cradles my face, devouring my lips as I stroke my cock between us. I can’t remember the last time I felt this out of control and wild with the idea of fucking a woman. I’m leaking precum and groaning as I hold my cock steady.

Xiara climbs over me and begins to lower, facing me in the chair. When just the crown slides inside her velvet walls, I start to sweat. Every instinct I have is pushing me to fuck her raw and hard. I will later, but not now.

“Are you clean?”

“Babe, I never fuck without a condom. You’ll be the first and last.”

Taking her bare is the best fucking thing I can imagine. She slides down my girth, taking me in like she’s made for me alone. Halfway down, Xiara tenses.

“It’s tight. You’re big, Drew.”

“I know.” I reach between us, lubricating my shaft with some of the slick arousal gathered around her clit. “You can take me.”

“I don’t know.”

“You can ,” I growl. “Keep going, Babe. You’re doing so good.”

She rocks against me, and I grasp her hips, helping lift and lower her until I’m fully seated inside. We both adjust to the feeling. I capture her mouth, teasing and stroking her tongue with mine. Slowly, I begin to move until her pussy stretches around me, and it gets easier. It doesn’t take long before she’s bouncing on my dick.

“Fuck, Xiara,” I groan. “Have I told you how fucking perfect you feel?”

Her head tilts back as I curl my hands around her shoulders, pulling her down onto me with every upward thrust of my hips. It’s the best friction. She’s so wet that I glide in and out of her easily.

“Drew,” she cries, getting close.

I want to watch her lose control again. “Babe. I want to lay you back against the table and fuck you.”

“Please.”

I try to stay inside her as I stand, but my cock slips out. We both groan.

When I lay her back against the table, I lift her legs over my shoulders. “This is gonna be hard, deep, and fast,” I warn.

“I’m okay with that.”

Good.

I thrust back into her, filling her fucking deep. My hips piston as I pick up speed, driving into her hard and fast as I promised. Her tits bounce as I lean down, holding her in place by the hip. I feel I’m going to come soon, and I need her to go first. “Play with your clit.”

Xiara reaches between us, moaning while she begins to strum. I can see the effect it has on her. Her pussy quivers. It only takes a few more pumps before she’s wailing my name.

I shudder as I join her, filling her full as I empty. There’s so much that it starts to spill out, and I take sadistic pride in seeing my cum drip from her well-used cunt. It’s something I plan to repeat often.

Her fingers cling to my shoulders as we pant, catching our breath. I kiss her, tangling our tongues. I don’t want to pull out of her and stay as long as she lets me.

Everything has changed. She has to know that now.

I’m not letting Xiara go. She’s mine .

And I won’t stop until I’ve convinced her.