Chapter 25
Chapter
Twenty-Five
SUTTON
G age took me back to Evan’s in his speed racer after we closed the shop, claiming it was on his way home. Something tells me Ink asked him to do that even though I still haven’t heard a word from him since this morning.
Evan isn’t home by the time Gage drops me off, so I let myself in with the key she gave me. He waits until I’m fully in the house with the door shut behind me until he backs out of the driveway.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about staying here in this big house all by myself.
I didn’t ask where Evan is but if I had to guess, she’s probably at the clubhouse with Cain.
From what she said, they seem like they have a really good thing going.
And even though she’s redone most of this house, it’s still an old house that makes creepy noises if you so much as breathe in the wrong direction.
I feel the weight of the note in my pocket that was left for me at work, growing heavier with each step up I climb. It’s not lost on me it wouldn’t be hard for him to figure out where I’m staying now. Especially if he’s looked into Ink and the club.
I shower off the day along with all the makeup I caked on my neck trying to hide the bruises left behind.
As I rinse my hair, watching the blue water from some of the hair dye circle down the drain, my mind drifts back to Ink.
It’s really starting to get under my skin how he’s managed to worm his way into nearly every part of my life.
I don’t understand how someone can say what he said before walking out of the bedroom and then barely speak to me since.
Did he already forget?
Was it some sort of game?
Exiting the bathroom, I dash back to my room. Rationally, I know Evan isn’t here, but knowing all the guys have access to her house, I don’t know who is coming and going. I’d be mortified if anyone else saw my scars. Ink will be the last one if I have anything to say about it.
Throwing open my suitcase, I pull out the tight black tee that I swiped out of Ink’s dirty laundry.
It was right on top of the pile and not buried or anything gross.
Bringing it to my nose, I inhale deeply.
The faint scent of tobacco and vanilla mixed with Ink’s musk fills my noise, grounding me in a way that I’ve never felt before.
Slipping it on, I smile to myself as I feel the soft fabric slide down my body, stopping mid-thigh.
I’ve seen him wear so many variations of this style of shirt that I figure he wouldn’t notice this one disappearing.
Turning off the lights, I slide into bed with my hair only towel dried, which I’m sure I’ll regret in the morning when I’m trying to tame the mess that will emerge in my sleep.
I stared at the ceiling for who knows how long as I try my best to ignore the tiny creeks that make it sound like someone is walking the halls, when I know no one has come home. My eyes eventually stay closed as I drift off to sleep.
Cool air hits my back, making me burrow deeper into the covers in the opposite direction, chasing the warmth from the cocoon I’m in. Something heavy enters the cocoon, settling low on my waist and wrapping around my tummy.
A small sleepy sound that resembles a purr escapes me as I’m pulled back to the same spot I moved away from, trying to get rid of the chill. My back hits a solid wall of warmth, making me lean back into it, earning me a rumble of approval that did not come from me.
“Love that you’re wearin’ my shirt, bunny. Makes me feel good knowin’ you were thinkin’ about me even if you and your sticky fingers swiped it,” a rough voice says inches from my ear, their breath hitting the base of my neck, sending a chill down my spine.
My eyes fly open as the weight on my tummy slides under the shirt, a large calloused hand caressing the skin just above my navel. I jolt as a thumb circles it lightly.
“Settle.” Ink presses his hand into my tummy. “It’s just me.”
My spine is ramrod straight as my mind shakes off the sleep fog and plays catch up to what’s happening. “What are you doing?” I ask, my voice still laced with sleep.
“Missed you,” he says, ignoring my question.
His hand leaves my tummy and moves to my side and runs up and down the curve of my body.
“Thought about you the whole time I was gone. Didn’t like not seeing with my own eyes if you were okay.
Couldn’t stop wonderin’ how you were doin’ and if any piece of shit decided to hit on you at the shop without me there.
It was a new kind of torture for me, bunny. ”
Torture?
What is he talking about?
“What are you doing?” I ask again, not moving from the position he’s maneuvered us into.
“Tired,” he mumbles, ignoring me once again.
I don’t have time to figure out a different approach on my quest for an answer as to why he’s in my bed at Evan’s house when we both know he lives next door before I feel his breathing even out against my neck, letting me know he’s out cold.
I should wake him up and tell him he has no business being in my bed like this. The other night was an exception, and he kept his distance for the most part. Everything about it felt like how I would imagine friends care for one another.
But what do I do instead?
I lean back into his embrace, passing out right along with him.
The heat against my back has me nuzzling into it, trying as hard as possible to get to the center. My butt bumps something long and very hard.
A husky groan vibrates against my ear, making me pause, sending a chill down my spine as warmth blooms in my lower stomach.
“You need to stop doin’ that if you aren’t ready for your prize, bunny.”
My prize?
That sounds like a good thing.
Ink’s arm tightens around me until he’s pressing me against him as I grind back into him.
His hand slides down the curve of my body until he hits my knee.
Squeezing on either side, he lifts my leg and guides it over, settling my thigh against his, the rest of my leg curling around him, giving him the perfect opening to slide between.
“Your skin is so soft. So untouched,” he mumbles against my neck, where he presses a kiss as he rubs his hand up and down my leg.
“Not all of it,” I say barely above a whisper, half hoping he didn’t hear me. But this is Ink. I should have known he would since he seems to hear everything involving me.
“It’s untouched by the only man who matters. It’s untouched by me.”
This time Ink’s hand doesn’t stop at my hip. He wraps around, slipping it under his shirt. His fingers lightly drag at a painstakingly slow pace up my spine, grazing every single scar on the way up.
Reaching the base of my neck, his hand wraps the ends of my hair around his fist, giving it a hard tug until I have no choice but to follow.
My head bends back until I’m looking at Ink’s heat filled, bright blue eyes upside down.
He doesn’t say anything for a long moment as he stares into my eyes without blinking.
The only thing I can do is swallow as the heat from his gaze lights my body on fire.
“Every single inch of you is gorgeous. No, don’t shake your head,” he scolds. “I know it is because I’ve seen every fuckin’ inch.”
I look away, thinking it will ease the sexual tension that’s filling the room to give me enough guts to ask, “What is this?”
“You know exactly what this is, bunny,” Ink says with a soft edge before he rights my head and slams his mouth down on mine.
On instinct, my arms wrap around his neck as my hands find their way into this thick, black hair I’ve been wanting to run my fingers through since the moment I saw him.
Giving it a hard tug, much like the one he gave me earlier, my mouth opens as his tongue slips in, claiming every inch of my mouth as his.
I swallow Ink’s low growls as he grinds into me, the silk of his boxers rubbing against my clit, making me whimper.
Ink rips his mouth from mine. “Where the fuck are your panties?”
“What?”
I can’t think straight with his body so close to mine and his mouth basically sucking the soul out of me.
“Where. Are. Your. Fuckin’. Panties,” he growls, repeating himself.
“I forgot to put them on.”
“Jesus. I can feel how wet you are on my cock. Your greedy little cunt is soaking me.”
I’m too turned on to be embarrassed by the nasty things he’s whispering in my ear.
Ink picks up his pace, the tip of his dick hitting the little bundle of nerves every single time, making me cry out. My cries only seem to egg him on. His hands are all over my body, touching, pulling and squeezing like he’s trying to memorize every inch.
My inner walls tighten as I start to feel that welcoming tingle. It’s dull, but it’s there. I just need more. Another whimper escapes me as Ink’s thumb presses against my clit, doing a slow circle.
“That’s it, bunny,” Ink encourages as I grind down on him, riding him through his boxers.
I throw my head back, resting it against Ink’s shoulder as I search for his mouth. He doesn’t leave me hanging, needing the contact as much as I do. Both of us are struggling to breathe as we ride the high together, ready to topple over at any second.
Just as I’m hanging off of the edge, a knock sounds at the door before Evan’s voice rings through. “Sutton? Are you awake?” The door handle turns as she slowly opens it, sticking her head in. “Gage is here, but I can tell hi—oh, shit! I’m so sorry.”
Evan quickly covers her eyes with her hand as she slams the door shut even though she can’t see anything because we’re both still covered by the comforter.
“I’ll tell him you’ll meet him at the shop! Sorry again!” she yells through the door.
I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I heard her footsteps take off down the hall. As they fade away, I let out a big exhale.
“Shit. I forgot to tell Gage never mind,” Ink says like that didn’t just happen.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I exclaim as I roll onto my stomach, face planting into the pillow.