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by Hayley Faiman


  Bear’s teeth sink into his bottom lip as his gaze travels over my entire body. I keep my eyes focused on him, waiting to see what he’s going to say.

  I can’t imagine where he would want his name on my body, but I know without a doubt that I’m about to find out. I’m sure he came into this shop with an idea of what he wants, he’s just making me squirm.

  “My heart says pussy, but my mind says right below her collarbone,” Bear chuckles, his eyes finding mine and holding them. “So, just below her collarbone, man.”

  “Shirt off, babe, you can cover your tits with it,” the artist announces as if he’s giving instructions that he’s said a million times and he’s not talking about my breasts, which thanks to Bear’s asshole ways, are braless.

  Narrowing my eyes on Bear, he shrugs, totally unaffected by my annoyance with him. Turning my back to the artist, I tug my shirt off, keeping my angry gaze on Bear as I show the empty room and him, my goods.

  I don’t miss the way his nostrils flare when he sees my naked breasts. Before he can say, or do, anything, I place the shirt over my chest and tuck it beneath my armpits to keep it from slipping.

  Bear walks over to the empty chair next to mine and sinks down. A few moments later, another man walks through the room. I’m trying not to focus on the artist next to me and the transfer that he’s placing just below my collarbone, a sensitive area that I have no doubt is going to hurt like a son of a bitch.

  The new man sits down next to Bear in a roller chair, he’s covered in ink and I watch as he begins to set up much like the man next to me did.

  “What’s happening?” I ask.

  Bear turns his head, those gray eyes finding mine and he grins. “In this, Red. Proving that to you right fuckin’ now.”

  “What does that mean?” I breathe.

  He winks. “Means I’m gettin’ your name on the back of my hand. No hiding that shit from anyone. I’m yours, you’re mine.”

  My breath escapes my body and I can’t find it. It downright disappears from my lungs as I stare at him. He places his hand on the small table next to him and I blink, trying to gather my wits and my words—they’re nowhere to be found.

  “Ready?” the man next to me asks, saying his first word to me.

  Reluctantly, I rip my gaze from Bear and turn toward the artist at my side. “Yeah,” I say, even though I am far from ready to feel a needle against my skin to be marked by Bear. To be his, for as long as he wants me.

  BEAR

  My dad has my mom’s name on his body, in fact, most of the men in my club at one point or another put their Old Lady’s names somewhere on their bodies. It isn’t a weird thing, but because I haven’t known her long, it should feel wrong—it doesn’t.

  The red rose on the back of my hand hurts like a bitch, but it’s fuckin’ pretty. Red for my Red. Her name is the last thing that Jonas adds, he left a blank spot in the middle of the rose like a banner and there is where he adds her name, Lysandra.

  She’s not a Lysandra to me, but the world knows her as that, and that’s how she’ll be marked on my body.

  “She’s done,” Rich calls out from next to me.

  “Just about done here, too.” Jonas nods as he finishes up her name.

  When he’s finished, I don’t let him wrap it up, not yet, not until she sees. Standing from the chair, I walk over to Thea. Her head is back, her brows furrowed together and her eyes are pinched closed.

  “Red, you okay?” I ask.

  My eyes slowly shift to her neck, her collar and then finally, her ink. It’s more gorgeous than I could have ever imagined. There’s a rose, it matches mine, but instead of my name going through the center of it, the way that hers does through mine. My name is scrolled as the stem of the rose.

  I wish that I could touch it, lick it. My cock twitches at the sight, knowing that whether I’m on top of her, she’s on top of me, or if I fuck her from behind and watch through a mirror, no matter what, I’ll be able to see my name marked on her skin.

  “I’m okay,” she whispers.

  My eyes slowly lift to hers, and all of my anger immediately disappears. She’s mine. I’m hers and she’s mine. For whatever reason fate brought her to me and goddamn, I couldn’t be happier.

  “Let’s go home,” I rumble.

  A few minutes later, after we’ve been wrapped up, we walk out of the tattoo parlor and toward my home. Tonight, we’ll party, tomorrow she’ll go out with my cousins, but right now she’s mine.

  I think about her car request and smirk. If she thinks requesting an expensive as fuck car is going to derail me, she’s lost her mind. I’d buy her ten Land Rovers if that’s what she wanted. I meant it when I said whatever she wanted was hers. My woman will want for absolutely fucking nothing.

  Pulling into the driveway, we make our way into the house, after locking the front door behind me, I look down at her. She’s breathing heavily, her big eyes looking up at me.

  “Can I see yours now?” she asks.

  Grinning, I tug the plastic off and shove my hand between us so that she can see. Slowly she reaches out, careful to only touch my unmarked fingers, her head tips down as she stares at the rose and her name that’s on my hand.

  “You got my name?” she breathes.

  I grunt, pulling my hand closer toward me so that she closes the distance between us. Thankfully, she does. Her head tips back, her eyes find mine and I grin at the emotion that rolls over her features, her eyes filling with wet tears.

  Lifting my hand, I run the back of my fingers down her cheek. “Red. I’m yours.”

  “Only mine?” she asks.

  Tilting my head to the side, I don’t bother asking her what she means. I know exactly what she’s referring to. Clubwhores, strippers, other women in general. My lips twitch into a smile, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

  What I should tell her is that it’s not her goddamn business where my dick goes. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, I’m not sure. My dad didn’t raise me that way.

  Women have thrown themselves at him my entire life and he’s never, not once taken someone up on their offer. I see how much my mom loves him, respects him and does right by him and he does the same by her in return. That’s what I’ve always wanted for myself and I think that Thea is the woman to give that to me.

  “Only yours, Red.”

  Admitting it aloud should make me feel like a fucking pussy, pansy assed motherfucker, but it doesn’t. I don’t think about how it makes me feel, all I know is that the smile that spreads across her face is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever witnessed in my entire goddamn life.

  “Yeah,” I grunt. “Only yours.”

  Reaching for the hem of her shirt, I pull it up her entire body, tossing it onto the floor beside us. Using my index finger, I circle each of her nipples, watching as they harden from my touch, then I slide my hand down the center of her soft belly until I reach the waist of her leggings.

  “Bear,” she breathes.

  “Can’t wait to run my tongue along that fucking rose, Red. It’s goddamn gorgeous on your skin,” I murmur.

  Her head falls back just as my hand slides beneath her leggings. I grin, dipping my head and touching my lips to her neck when she widens her legs to give my hand more room. Sliding my hand through her center, I circle her clit enjoying the way her hips jerk beneath my touch.

  “Please,” she whimpers.

  “Fuck,” I exhale against her neck. “Anything, Red.”

  Burying two fingers inside of her, my palm grinds against her clit and in the middle of my living room, I make my woman come undone against my hand. It’s fucking spectacular. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she rides her orgasm, her eyes wide and her lips sexily parted.

  “Gonna fuck you now, Red,” I grunt.

  “Please.”

  Slowly, I remove my hand from her wet cunt, brushing my lips across hers. “Never have to beg for it, Red. Not fuckin’ ever.”

  Wrapping my hand around hers, I t
ug her to the bedroom where I know that my dresser mirror will give me the perfect view of her rose when I fuck her on my knees from behind.

  “Strip down, Thea. I want you on your knees facing that mirror,” I order.

  She looks over her shoulder at me, her lips smiling. “Bear,” she warns.

  “Gotta have eyes on my mark, Red.”

  She shakes her head once. “God. You’re such a man.”

  “Damn fuckin’ right I am. Now get your gorgeous ass up there and let me fuck you from behind while I watch those tits and my mark.” I grin.

  She doesn’t say a word of protest. I watch as she shimmies her leggings down and practically sprints to my bed. I chuckle as I rid myself of my own clothes. My cock is aching to be inside of her again. I walk over to my drawer, pulling out a condom, then toss it back inside.

  “You’re clean, yeah?” I ask as I climb up the bed behind her.

  Her eyes meet mine in the mirror’s reflection. “I’ve never, not without protection, but I was tested just a few weeks ago,” she admits, a beautiful blush crossing her cheeks.

  “Tested not long ago either, never fuck those nasty whores without a condom,” I announce. Her eyes narrow but she doesn’t say anything. “Not fuckin’ my woman with a condom, Red.”

  “Bear,” she breathes.

  “Yeah,” I say. “Fuck, yeah. Never, Thea. You’re mine, all of you.”

  Without another word, my eyes stay connected to hers as I slowly sink inside of her waiting warm cunt. Wrapping my hand across her tits, I tug her back up slightly. Using my newly tattooed hand, I begin to slowly circle her clit.

  “Your pussy looks so fuckin’ pretty like this, Red,” I whisper against her neck, my lips touching just below her ear.

  “God,” she moans as she pushes back against me, taking more of my dick inside of her wet heat.

  “Nah, Red. Just your man.”

  Chapter Twelve

  THEA

  I feel his warmth before I even open my eyes. To be fair, I don’t want to open my eyes. Last night wasn’t just a party, it was a party. We came to his room in the clubhouse and prompter fell asleep, after he made me come a few more times than I thought possible. Everything was put aside, all of the anger and betrayal, the worry about what will happen in the morning light.

  About what my family will say.

  What my dad and the Devils in California will say.

  About Spider and the Demon Loyalty.

  Nothing mattered but celebrating the fact that I am now marked and an Old Lady.

  “Don’t even fuckin’ think about it,” Bear rumbles, his hand wrapping around my breast before he pulls me deeper against his front.

  I let out a rumble of my own when I feel his hard length nestled between the cheeks of my ass. Glancing down, I lick my lips at the sight of my name on his hand.

  Fuck, it’s sexy and pretty and it fills me with an emotion I’ve never felt before. Maybe it’s pride, maybe it’s ownership, whatever it is, it’s ours and ours alone.

  I turn around in his arms, looking into his eyes which are only open a small amount. The stormy gray still gorgeous, even if the whites of his eyes are bloodshot to hell. He grins, sliding his hand down to my ass.

  Gasping, I feel his fingers slip between my cheeks and then my entire body turns hot, most likely my face turning bright red as he begins to massage my back entrance. He grins, dipping his chin to press his lips to mine.

  “I’ll be taking this, too, Red,” he growls, the tip of his finger slipping inside of me.

  Lifting my leg, I hitch it over his hip and push back against his finger, my shame left somewhere on the floor and my only concern becoming feeling. And what I’m feeling is amazing.

  Bear’s lips touch mine, his tongue teasing the seam as his fingers tease my ass. “Bear,” I breathe.

  He swallows my word, my breath, then lets out a grunt before he speaks. “Need to be inside you, Red,” he growls.

  I whimper when he pulls out of me, wishing that all of him could stay pressed against all of me for an eternity.

  Gone is this hardened, pissed off man that stood before me and threatened me, that tied me up. Here in front of me is the man that I instantly fell for, a little too instantly, I’m sure, but I can’t even be bothered to give much of a shit about it. I want him like I’ve never wanted another.

  I need him—I’m keeping him.

  I lust for him.

  Deciding that I want to do all of the work, I rise to my knees and look down at him. He sits up, cupping my cheek with his palm. Now more alert, his gray eyes search mine as a grin appears on his lips.

  Releasing my cheek, he dips to the side and lands on his back, changing positions on the bed so that his feet are now at the headboard. Climbing across his body, I spread my legs and straddle his hips. Rolling my own hips, I close my eyes as I feel his bare, hard length against my wet slit.

  “Fuck, you’re ready, Thea,” he groans.

  “Always, Bear,” I shamelessly admit.

  One of his hands reaches for my breast and he cups me, pinching my nipple before he tugs. A shot of desire rolls through me and causes my hips to jerk. Reaching between us, I grip the base of his cock and align him with my center.

  His eyes find mine, his fingers rolling my nipple as I slowly sink down along his length. I watch as the muscles in his face tighten and his jaw clenches with each inch that I take inside of me.

  “Fuck,” he hisses. “So, fuckin’ good,” he states, his free hand cupping my other breast as his thumb glides along the skin just below my new ink, right where his name is etched into my flesh.

  Unable to stay still a second longer, not with the way his rough hands play my breasts and nipples, my hips roll and I decide that I need to move.

  I sigh as I fuck him, slow and easy, our hangovers too great to do anything too intense, but this, soft and gentle, feeling every inch of him fill me, it’s amazing.

  This isn’t hurried, it’s not rushed and hard like all the other times we’ve been together. This is a stoking, a slow burn to our release. We are not in any kind of hurry. This is the sexiest moment I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.

  Pressing my palms against his chest for better leverage, I ride. One of his hands slips between our bodies, while the other alternates between tugging and rolling each of my nipples. I feel his fingers begin to stroke my clit.

  “Bear,” my voice trembles.

  He grins, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. God, just the way he’s looking at me could make me come. My hips buck against him and I hear him chuckle softly. “C’mon, Red. Come on my dick.”

  “You’re so crude,” I breathe.

  “You fuckin’ love it, now come, Thea.”

  BEAR

  I can feel Thea’s cunt flutter around me, her clit is probably fucking aching, but damn if I could keep her up here for the entire goddamn day, I would, in a heartbeat.

  She’s absolutely stunning, her body swaying as she rides me, her tattoo on display and so beautiful in the morning light.

  “I’m close,” she unnecessarily announces.

  Speeding up my fingers against her clit, I begin to rub her harder and faster as her hips begin to move faster. I watch as her orgasm takes over, that pussy squeezes me and I almost explode inside of her at the same time.

  Moving my hands, I grab ahold of her ass and spread her cheeks apart as I move her to the rhythm that I desire.

  “Bear,” she moans, her eyes fluttering closed.

  I know she’s probably sensitive, but fuck if I care. I want her to ride through the sensation, to get to the other side, to enjoy everything. Slipping one of my fingers between her cheeks, I start to fuck her ass with it.

  “Oh, God,” she cries.

  Her hips buck and she pushes back against my finger, taking more of me inside of her ass. It’s that moment she goes goddamn wild.

  All I can do is watch her body move, she fucks me harder, faster. Her hips jerking and moving in a way
I didn’t think possible. Her nails dig into the flesh of my chest and I smile as I feel them score my skin.

  “Bear, oh my God,” she cries out in a sob.

  It’s then that I’m unable to hold back even a second longer. My release explodes inside of her, filling her full. She moans at the sensation, her hips not stopping or slowing as my cock twitches inside of her.

  My fingers on my other hand move between her legs, and I strum her already sensitive clit until she freezes. Her ass clenches around my finger as her pussy clamps down incredibly tight around my cock.

  “What in the goddamn fuck is this?” a voice roars.

  “Oh shit, Daddy,” Thea whispers, her voice full of horror.

  Tipping my head back, I look at an angry as fuck Torch upside down in the doorway. I watch as he reaches for his gun, taking it out faster than I thought possible and points it down at my head.

  “Daddy,” Thea cries as she scrambles off of me.

  She moves around, but I can do nothing but stare at my future father-in-law upside down, laying naked in bed, Thea’s scent surrounding me.

  Suddenly, she blocks my view, wearing my shirt from yesterday. Only then, do I shift around, sliding off of the bed and hurrying behind her.

  Wrapping my hand around her waist, I drag her behind me and stand, buck assed naked in front of her. Torch shifts his gun from the floor, where he moved it when Thea stood in front of him, to my head—again.

  “You have some goddamn explaining to do,” he growls, his gray eyes focused on me, bright and angry. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man so angry in my entire life.

  “What on earth... Oh my,” Cleo’s voice whispers from the other side of him. “Paxton, put that gun away.”

  “Fuck that, I open this door and he’s got his dick in my daughter,” he growls.

  “Daddy,” Thea calls out as she stomps her foot angrily and so fuckin’ cute.

  “I’m sure there’s an explanation, if you would put the gun down and stop pointing it at Bear, we could get to the bottom of this.”

 

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