Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Nitro, Wraith and Tank might only be mine for now, but right now is all I can worry about. They’ve rescued me twice and I trust them to keep me safe. It’s better that people worry until I come back, than that I don't come back at all.
Nitro parks his bike around the back of the building alongside two other motorcycles that must belong to Wraith and Tank. He helps me off, putting us face to face a moment, just long enough for me to appreciate the deep green of his beautiful eyes, then puts me down with ease. I keep forgetting how strong these guys are. I shouldn’t be greedy, but now that the ball's rolling, my imagination's already coming up with lots of ideas of what it would be like to explore his powerful torso.
All three of them are fantasy-worthy, and it’s hard not to have those fantasies when his hand is resting possessively on my hip as he guides me towards the back door.
God, and here I was worried that I wasn't adventurous enough? I let out a little sound that makes Nitro pause. “Something funny?”
“Ummmmm, is Alessa with both Viking and Bear?” I blurt out, covering my spicy train of thought with something else that’s been on my mind.
“And Snark and Hawk.” He says it so matter of factly that I nearly stumble over my own feet on the way into the tattoo parlor.
“What?”
God, before yesterday, the idea of more than one guy at once was as foreign as banana on pizza. I was shocked at two, and Alessa has four? Jeez, I don’t feel as strange for fantasizing about what it would be like for Nitro to join in now. The usual rules and restrictions don't apply with these people.
“Yeah, and Wild Child? The one with the baby girl? His old lady Emily has him, Hero and King,” he says as he guides me into the room where Wraith and Tank are. The same room I was interviewed in.
“Is this a biker thing? Do all the women have a whole bunch of guys?”
“Nah, not everyone. But a lot do, or at least it’s turned out that way in the Screaming Eagles,” Wraith says, rolling his chair back from a desk in the tattoo area. He has a sketchbook in his lap and a drawing pencil in his hand. “I’d tell you the benefits, but you already got a taste, didn’t you?”
Nitro chuckles, as does Tank who’s flipping through a book with pictures of finished tattoos.
I spin around and look at Nitro. “You know?”
“About them helping you relax? Fuck yeah, and I’m jealous as shit. I was stuck doing dumbass riding drills with the prospects.”
“Can I ask you guys a question?” My face is on fire but I have to know. “What do the guys get out of it?”
Tank snorts. “You joking?”
“No. I thought all guys want a bunch of girls to like, fawn all over them and do stuff to each other.”
Nitro leans in close. “Some do, but fucking serious, I’ve only got one dick, you know? It’s a lot more fun to make one woman lose her everloving mind over and over until she can’t remember her own damn name.”
“And we’re talking about women who have been fucking claimed,” Wraith adds. He puts his sketchpad down and stands up, walking over with a heat in his eyes that promises something more sinful than just a little fun.
“Does that make it different?”
“It makes all the difference, Trigger,” Tank answers. “Nothing wrong with fucking around for fun, but claiming someone is about absolute fucking loyalty. Any woman we claimed would be ours. Ours to protect and ours to make scream.”
I really like the sound of that while they’re all looking at me like they want to tear my clothes off, but the irrational idea that there might be a nameless, faceless woman in the future that would have all this energy devoted to her? I want to claw her eyes out and she doesn’t even exist yet.
“Did you ever want a tattoo?” asks Wraith, changing the subject, his eyes crinkled in amusement.
“I’ve always thought they looked cool, but watching you tattoo Tank was a lot more intense than I expected. I’m fine with a piercing gun, but something about the buzzing and stabbing…” My stomach twists just thinking about it.
“How about this?” He takes a marker from his tattoo station. “I use this to put down a template when I'm free-handing, and there's no canvas I'd rather fucking draw on than you. You're a piece of art, sweetheart.”
Oh. Wow. “I guess that should be fine. What am I getting?”
He grins like I just gave him an early birthday present. “Artist’s choice.”
“I’ll make sure she sits still,” Nitro says, pulling me into one of the chairs right over his lap. He puts his arms around me, and as I wiggle to get comfortable, I notice I’m not the only one that found talking about sex a little exciting. Is packing serious heat a biker requirement or something? My first instinct is to move away, but I’m feeling naughty enough to wiggle again and I'm rewarded with a soft groan and a quick, “Fuck,” breathed into my ear.