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“You hate me that much, huh.” It’s not a question off my lips that tip up at the corner, but a statement that has her jutting her chin up in defiance.
“Duh,” she drills her point down into my growing groin with the single syllable and bounces from one foot to the other. “Now what the fuck do you want?”
I purse my lips with a noncommittal shrug as I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my torn jeans and watch her watch me loosen my stance. Cedar’s eyes dance down my torso as my arms fall loose at my sides, the pressure of my thumbs pushing the pants low on my hips, drawing her attention right to where my cock hangs thick between my thighs.
“Would it be too cliché to say …” When her hot sight travels back up my body as if I’m naked in front of her, I let my lips pull up into an evil smirk. “You?”
“Oh, fuck right off.” Her ocean blues roll and she steps to the side, pushing past me to stop at the door to her side of the building with keys in hand.
“Aww, C,” I drawl as I spin and shove my hands into my pockets so that I know I’ll keep them to myself. “C’mon.”
Her back to me, Cedar’s shoulders lift in a deep breath of rank-ass stale air thanks to the dumpster right next to us, her hands paused in unlocking her escape as she mutters her response.
“You arenotinvited.”
And with that, Cedar pushes her way into the shop and lets the steel slam between us.
Still won’t do.
I stand there, a smirk on my face for what feels like a whole damn minute as I take in the peeling paint of the steel door and listen for the snick of the lock to engage. But it doesn’t.
So I do what any sane man that was just rejected would do.
I try the handle and find that it sets itself free from the jam and grants me passage into the back of the tattoo parlor.
A weird rush of giddiness flows through my bones, twisting my stomach in that feel-good flip that I get right before I walk onstage, as I push the steel out of my way and walk right into the place like I was invited.
Semantics.
Faint light glows in the distance like a beacon calling to me as I maneuver around boxes stacked high and shelves of supplies that make my skin itch for more artwork. Padding my heavy boots across the tile, I don’t try to be quiet. I don’t stop the squeak of my soles or the thud of my steps when I come into the main part of the shop and find Cedar standing in the middle with a goddamn baseball bat perched on her shoulder and a wicked smirk on her lips.
Fuuuuck.
The alluring sight of Cedar before me—her tits pushed out with nipples peaked through her tank and her feet standing shoulder width apart like she’s a warrior prepared to fight for her kingdom with only the weapon readied on her shoulder—has my cock filling completely and my steps bringing me closer despite the neon sight screaming I shouldn’t.
She looks otherworldly with her wide shoulders and tight body, her black hair falling around her in a darkened halo that only highlights her light complexion and makes the ink pop in the faint glow.
Angelic in a way that makes you suspect she’s a demon in disguise.
Stalking right into her space, when I get close enough, Cedar swings the bat. The wood lifts from her shoulder and whips around close enough that I catch the handle, my fingers wrapping around the grip over hers and I yank her whole body by the weapon set to knock me the hell out until her body is crashing into mine and I can wrap my arm around her torso.
Heaving breath scorches down my throat as I bend to look her right in her icy, murderous eyes.
“You left it unlocked.”
Tightening my grip on her, and on the damn bat, I slam my lips to hers with enough force that she’s nearly bent backwards, and I feel it all the way down in my toes.
My cock punches the inside of my jeans when she drops the bat, the thing clattering along the floor somewhere behind me, to push at my chest only to fist my shirt and plaster her supple body to mine.
I know she can feel the heat that races down my spine when those same hands snake up to wrap in the hair on the top of my head and pull.
Just like I know she can feel my hard cock between us, pressing into her belly and begging for attention with each strand of my hair she tugs on.
But when I open my lips, the force of my mouth against hers opens her up to me and it’s like I’ve opened the portal to hell and been granted all my dirtiest, wildest desires.
Her tongue slides against mine with a rush of breath that she loses down my throat. I don’t stop my hands from finding the backs of her thighs and lifting until Cedar’s legs wrap around my waist, my cock throbbing with the closeness of her pussy.
Holding her up with one arm, I follow her lead and wrap my free hand in her dark locks and yank until her lips pop free of mine and a guttural yelp rushes out of her chest.
