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at me, and I tip my head.
“Okay,” I whisper. “I’m in.”
“Fucking awesome,” Zane mutters, his face splitting in a grin. “Five’s a good number. We’ll be the five musketeers, or something.”
“The musketeers were three, plus D’Artagnan, four,” Rafe says.
“And who gives a fuck?” Zane shrugs. “Welcome to the brotherhood, Tyler.”
The others gather around, clapping me on the back, and it strikes me that I’ve gone from having no one in the world, no one to care if I was found dead on the street one day, to having such a damn big family.
I ruffle Asher’s hair like I used to do when he was a kid, and he knocks my hand away.
“Take him in,” he says, and suddenly I’m airborne, lifted off the ground on three pairs of strong arms.
“Fuck.” I struggle as I’m carried toward the booths.
“Stop fighting it,” Asher says, following us as I’m carried into an empty booth and deposited on a chair. “You’re one of us.”
“I’m not fighting it.”
“Are you sure?” Zane lifts a dark brow.
“Yeah.” I pull my shirt off, exposing my scars and my ink. I’ve got nothing to hide anymore.
“This ink will be badass,” Zane announces, grabbing the tattoo gun and baring his teeth. “All for one, and one for all, fuckers.”
***
It’s late when I ring Erin’s bell, and I hope I’m not waking her up. She said I should just come over when I’m done with work, but the tattoo took time, and it’s now closer to midnight.
The lock clicks off, and she opens the door, dressed in my favorite tiny shorts and see-through white blouse. She smiles.
My blood beats faster as I step inside, running hot under my skin. It feels like weeks since I’ve been with her, and with Jax here, we barely even kissed.
Now it’s just us and as her subtle candy scent reaches my senses, I can’t think of anything else but kissing her, tasting her, taking her.
She steps back and I follow her, shrugging off my jacket and pulling off my sweater. I catch up in two strides and press her against the wall, my hands landing on either side of her face, framing it. My mouth crashes on hers, and my tongue plunges deep as I mold my hard body to her softer one. My inked stomach stings, but I ignore it. Her nipples tighten, biting into my chest, and she gasps in my mouth.
I grin against her lips and lick at her mouth as my hands glide down her shoulders, over her breasts. Her nipples are diamond-hard by the time I lift her blouse and take one in my mouth.
She arches into me, her hands tangling in my hair, and I lick and lightly bite the other one, feeling myself harden more and more. My dick’s pressing so persistently on the inside of my fly it’s gonna have the pattern of the zipper embedded in it forever.
“Tyler…” She tugs my head back and I release her breast, breathless. “I want you.”
“What do you want?” I whisper.
“You.” No hesitation.
“How do you want me?”
She winks. “In every way.”
I laugh and pick her up in my arms. She throws her arms around my neck and hangs on for the ride, her head resting on my shoulder. I kiss her as I carry her to her bedroom, and she nips at my lips hungrily.
My control is fraying fast. I lay her down on her mattress, on top of her blue comforter, and peel off her shorts and panties, so fast I rip them. I kneel between her legs and grab the hem of her blouse.
She’s panting, her lips parted, her eyes dark with desire.
