Jason walked up to the solid oak door and banged on it.
A big guy answered the door, not quite as tall as Jason, but the man was fairly built. Rage simmered in his veins. This was the piece of shit who hit a woman as small as Casey.
“Are you Greg?”
“Who wants to know?”
“The Rolling Devils.”
And then Greg was on the floor, jaw clutched in his hands.
“Keep the hell away from Casey.”
“She owes me rent.”
Jason bit back a laugh at the audacity of this asshole. “If I catch you anywhere near her, you’re done. If I find out you’ve been bothering her at work, you’re done.”
“Fuck you.”
Jason just laughed as he headed back to his bike, flexing his hand. If Casey found out, she would be pissed, but he felt a hell of a lot better having dealt with this loser. He couldn’t stand guys who messed with women.
“Everything all right?” Shaw asked. The guy was always itching for a fight.
“We’re good here. Thanks, brothers.”
Chapter
Nineteen
Casey
The cabbie pulled up to Illustrated Ink. After paying her fare, Casey stepped out onto the bike-lined street. It looked more like a clubhouse than a tattoo parlor.
A bell chimed when she stepped inside. There were a few guys playing cards who glanced up at her, but her attention was caught by a burly man, complete with black beard and bald head, who stepped out from the back to greet her. He had the same demon tattoo as Jason on his shoulder.
“Welcome to Illustrated Ink,” he said. “I’m Aaron.”
“Hi. I’m looking for Mr. Campbell.”
Aaron chuckled. “Jason?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No, I…” A huge part of her wanted to run out the door. She was way out of her element here. Aaron probably thought she was just another groupie.
“Quick fucking with her, Aaron.”
Jason walked out from the back, pulled off a pair of black latex gloves, and pulled her into his arms. He leaned down to kiss her lips and smiled at her. “Hi, baby. You decided on the piece, huh?”
“I just wanted to say hi.”
Jason laughed. “Well, hi. I have about ten minutes left of a backpiece I’m working on. Do you want to come back? Rocky won’t mind.”
“Rocky?”
Jason grinned. “You’re so damned sweet. Come on.”
Casey followed Jason down the hall to a smaller room where a large man was lying on his stomach, arms crossed under his chin.
“Mind if my girl hangs out, Rock?”
“Of course not.” Rocky turned to smile at her. “Since when did you have a girl, Campbell?”
Jason winked at her as he pulled on a fresh pair of gloves. “We’re new.”
Casey flushed. “I’m thinking about getting a tattoo.”
Jason pulled up a chair and started back to work, adding white ink to Rocky’s shoulder blade. “This back piece took about fifteen hours and I survived. What are you thinking about getting done?”
“Flowers on my thigh and hip.”
“Sexy. You’ll feel it, but it’s worth it.”
Casey bit her lip as she thought about Jason’s hands on her body, his art on her skin. She walked over to look at Rocky’s back. It was a complex battle scene. Knights or crusaders. “Yours is beautiful. What does it mean?”
“I’ve been ten years sober. The battle represents my struggle.”
“It’s incredible.”
“Campbell is the best. No doubt about it.”
“And you’re finished, man. Go check it out.” Jason watched Rocky walk over to the full-length mirror and study the piece over his shoulder. “What do you think?”
“It’s fucking stellar, man. Thank you.”
Jason taped plastic over the tattoo and walked Rocky out before coming back into the room to clean up.
“You told Rocky I’m your girl.”
“Do you want to be?” he asked.
“I think it might have its perks.”
“Oh, it would have perks.” Jason smirked.
“Really?”
He washed his hands in the sink and walked over to her, wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her close to his body. Leaned in to kiss her. “I thought about you today.”
“Oh, yeah? I thought about you too, Mr. Campbell.”
“About fucking me?”
She giggled. “Maybe.”
“Yeah, you were. Let’s go home.”
“Home?”
“Move in with me.”
“What?”
Jason laughed. “Is that a no?”
“I’m just surprised, that’s all.”
“I want to spend my nights with you. I want to make you breakfast every day. You’re the accountant here. Think of the money you’ll save.”
Casey giggled against his lips. “That was almost romantic.”
Jason slid his hands down her back and squeezed her ass. “I’m romantic.”
“Can you drive a motorcycle with your little friend in your pants?”
“Oh, you want to go for a ride, huh?”
She looked up at his eyes from under her lashes. “Maybe.”
“Goddamn, baby.” Jason kicked the door closed and devoured her mouth, moved his hands up her sides, and then cradled her face with his palms. “Where the hell did you come from, huh?”
Casey couldn’t speak. She was certain she had never been so turned on by the look in a man’s eyes.
“I can’t wait.” The sound of his belt coming loose excited her. The zipper was next. Then hers. “I truly wish you were wearing a skirt.”
Casey stepped out of her pants, assuming she was about to straddle him on his chair, but instead, he spun her around, gently pushed her over the tattoo chair, her breasts pressed to the supple leather, her ass in the air.
“How’s this?” he asked, voice strained, when his cock teased her wet slit from behind. “Okay?”
“Yes.” She had never been with a man who couldn’t wait to take her. The feeling was intoxicating.
He pushed inside her, and she let herself succumb to the deep thrusts of passion.
“What are you thinking about, Casey?”
“You.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He pulled out slowly and then flexed his hips once more, causing her to cry out in sheer pleasure. “My god, Case. I could do this all damn day.”
“I have nowhere to be tonight.” Casey gripped the edge of the seat almost as hard as her pussy gripped his cock.
“Fuck, baby.” Jason’s chest was pressed against her back, his lips were hot on her neck, her cheek.
He pulled out, caressed her ass, then helped her right herself. Jason passed her panties with a wink. “I think I might be too exhausted to drive home now.”
Casey laughed. “Let’s just sit together for a while.”
She patted the chair she had just been taken on, and Jason smiled as he zipped up his jeans. “Sounds good to me. How was work?”