There was shock on her face when I used my hands on her hips to lift her, and she groaned as I easily turned her away from me and lowered her on me once again.
One hand caressed her breast, and she leaned her back against my chest as she arched into my touch. My other hand ran along the length of her body before she jumped at the touch of my fingers against her clit, but I didn’t give her time to take another breath as I circled my tongue against her neck to the same rhythm as my fingers.
“Fuck.” Her moan was long and rough, and she moved quicker and quicker against me.
I slammed into her and her body tensed around me as her pussy tightened.
“Hello?” Brandon’s voice called out, and I only thought her body had tensed above me before.
“What the fuck?” she whispered as she tried to move off me, but I kept my hands steady against her and held her in place.
The door to her tattoo room was closed, but there was no lock on the door. No lock to keep Brandon from walking in at any moment.
“Staci?”
Staci glared at me over her shoulder when she tried to get up again and I refused to let her. Instead, I leaned into her and nipped her earlobe before whispering, “You’re not going anywhere.” I thrust up into her to drive my point home.
“Who the hell is already here?” Brandon’s voice came closer to her door, and she tensed even further as I began thrumming my fingers against her clit.
Her head slammed back against my shoulder, and she clamped her hand down over her mouth to stifle her moan.
“You should probably say something so he doesn’t come in here,” I whispered to her without slowing down in the slightest.
She nodded her head against me and I watched her throat bob as she tried to calm herself down.
“It’s me, Brandon,” she called out. She barely managed to get his name out of her mouth as I thrust into her harder and harder. There was something about hearing his name leave her lips while I was inside her that made jealousy spark inside me.
“What are you doing in there?” Brandon said from just outside the door and his knuckles softly rapped against the door.
I rolled her small nipple ring between my fingers and bit down on her shoulder. Her hips rolled against me, begging me for more.
“Answer him,” I growled in her ear, and she whimpered as she continued to move her hips to meet mine.
“I’ll be out…” I slapped her clit softly, and she bit down on her lip. “I’ll be out in a minute. Just give me a few.”
As soon as the words left her, I slammed into her again and again. She turned her mouth into my neck, and her breath crashed into my skin.
“Oh, God. Oh, fuck.” Her fingers wrapped in my hair. “Mason, please.”
I pushed the palm of my hand against her clit piercing and ground her into every hard inch of me as she fell apart around me.
Her body shook, and I thrust into her one last time as I found my own release.
Our bodies were covered in sweat, her floor was covered in ink, and everything that once sat on her work table was now thrown around the room. And for the first time that night, I realized that the girl who was on top of me, the girl who I was still inside, had not only branded me with her art and her ink, but somehow, the fiery girl who wasn’t my type had managed to brand herself somewhere far deeper.
Staci
“Oh, fuck.” Oh, God. “What were we thinking?” This was crazy. I paced around my wrecked room and gripped my hair in my hands.
“Calm down.” His voice was gruff as he buttoned his jeans, and I was momentarily distracted by the deep V of muscles that disappeared into those jeans like a map. I was in so much trouble.
“Calm down? Calm down? I just fucked my best friend’s brother. How am I supposed to calm down?”
He just smirked at me, and even though the damn curve of his lips made my thighs tighten involuntarily, I wanted to kill him for how calm he was.
“You have to get out of here before everyone sees you.” I looked up at the little clock on the wall and cringed. How in the hell had we managed to spend the entire night together when it had only felt like minutes? “Your sister and Parker will be here in an hour.”
He pulled his t-shirt down over his shoulders, and I winced when I saw his tattoo. I hadn’t cleaned it. I hadn’t wrapped it. Instead, I just got on top of him and rode him like I had lost my damn mind.
“Hold on.” I slid gloves onto my hands before grabbing more supplies out of my drawers. He let me lift his shirt, and he only winced slightly when I squirted the cold solution against his skin. He watched me intently as I covered his tattoo and pressed the tape against his skin.
“Here are the care instructions for your tattoo.” I handed him a little card that had all the instructions. “Make sure that you…”
“I’ll leave on one condition.”
My eyes jerked up to his. “What condition?”
“Kiss me.”
God, I watched his lips as he said the words, and there was nothing in the world that I wanted to do more. But that was why this wasn’t a good idea. He had to know. He had to see the damn line we were crossing.
“This isn’t a good idea, Mason.”
“I think it’s a little late for that. Don’t you think?”
I shook my head so I would stop staring at his mouth. A mouth that was surrounded by his scruffy beard. A mouth that I had no business looking at and sure as hell had no business kissing. “I don’t date.”
“Great.” He pulled his boots onto his feet, and I realized I was still standing there in my bra. “Neither do I.”
His grin was so heady that I knew I would easily become lost if I wasn’t careful.
I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped into my jeans. My panties were nowhere to be seen.
“I’m not going to be your fuck buddy.”
He watched me as he leaned against the wall. “Fine. Then we can just be buddies.”
“Buddies.” I rolled my eyes as I slipped my feet into my shoes.
“Yeah. You know? Friends.” His eyes were twinkling, and even though I knew how bad of an idea this was, my blood heated at the mischief that sparked in his eyes.
“Friends sure as hell don’t kiss each other.”
“You’re right.” He nodded his head slowly. “Just give me one last kiss then we shall enter the friend-zone that is impossible to escape.”
I took a tentative step toward him and his grin only widened.
“One more kiss.”
He watched every step that brought me closer to him. “That’s all I’m asking.”
“Then this little game that we’ve been playing is over.”
“Done.” He reached his hands out and gripped mine as he jerked my body roughly into his. My core tightened and he knew. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
He dipped his head low, and he ran his nose along the skin of my neck. Chill bumps broke out across my skin. His bottom lip touched the edge of my earlobe, and I bit down on my own lip because I refused to give him even one more whimper.
“I won. You know?” His teeth bit down on my earlobe.
“You ass.” I pushed my hands against his chest to get away from him, but he wasn’t having any of it. Instead, his fingers slid to my jaw, tipping my face back so I had no choice but to look up at him.