A Sinful Vow: Inked Angels MC (7 page)

She turned on her heel, walked slowly to the salesman, and gently plucked the leather garment from his grasp. Then she went into the changing room and shut the door behind her. I looked at the sales guy.

“We just got married,” I said with sarcastic enthusiasm, that thousand-watt grin beaming from my face. He looked like he’d just shit himself.

“Con-congratulations,” he stuttered. “If-if you’ll excuse me.” He scampered into the backroom, desperate to get away from me.

I tapped my foot and waited. I ignored the voice chirping in the back of my head. I almost regretted the display I had just put on, and then I caught myself.
What was happening to me? Was I getting soft already?
I resolved to squash these stupid fucking doubts I kept having. Of course I was going to fuck her. She was my old lady. That was my right.

And as if all the cat and mouse games with Olivia weren’t enough to do a complete fucking spin-job on my head, there was the mission at hand, too. I had to keep focus. If Luke was conspiring to fuck over the Houston charter, then I had to find out about it and do whatever it took to stop an entire fucking war from erupting. I didn’t think he was stupid enough to actually ally with any of the cartels, but there was always the chance that he was trying to plot some overly ambitious backdoor deal that would expose us to the threat of more bloodshed.

Croak was right. He’d seen enough good men die during our last war with the cartels. The last thing we needed was another repeat of that ordeal. That was the most important thing—protect my brothers. But in the meantime, there was this sassy bitch begging to be taken.

The door to the changing room creaked open. There was a pause, then Olivia slunk out.

Goddamn.

I’d seen plenty of girls in my lifetime. The patch drew them in—girls who wanted so badly to be looked at, to be admired. But I’d never seen one yet like this.

Her pale skin shined brightly between the black leather straps that crisscrossed her body. The leather swirled up her legs, around her hips, and ducked between her legs, just barely hiding her slit from view. Her flesh was bare almost everywhere, save for where the lingerie lay over her nipples and fastened behind her neck. The black material against the white of her skin was an intoxicating contrast. She wore the whole thing with a defiant glare that only made it sexier. She glared at me, but even behind the anger in her eyes she knew that this was how she belonged—bare and in front of me, ready to be screaming with pleasure.

“That’s exactly how you should be,” I said to her. “Walk this way.”

Her black heels clinked against the ground as she strutted over to me. She let her hips sway while she walked, sending her ample curves swinging side to side and putting her in danger of slipping out of the garment entirely. I wouldn’t have minded that sooner or later, but there was a time and a place, and right now, this moment was about drinking in the woman standing in front of me.

She crossed the distance and stood up straight, mere inches away. I could feel her breath against my chest as she looked up at me.

“Do you like it?” she whispered seductively. I wondered if she was trying to play some game with me.

“Spin,” I commanded. She looked like she wanted to argue back, but I stared her down until she started to rotate. I watched her ass come into full view. It bulged against the leather that could barely contain it. That swooping downy skin. I took one broad hand and struck it lightly across one cheek.

She let out a squeal and whirled back around to face me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of her hands swinging towards me, trying to hit me, but I shot out and seized her wrist. “You asshole!” she yelled as she tried the same thing with the other hand, but I wrapped that up, too.

Slinging a foot around her legs, I knocked them out from under her and dropped her to the ground.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she yelled as we fell to the floor. I braced myself above her so that she was surrounded by me as she lay on her back on the carpet. I put my chin against her throat and whispered in her ear.

“You beautiful girl, this is where you belong. Under me, exposed. You’re my wife now, goddamn it, and it’s time you stopped trying to fight that.” I pulled back a little so that I could stare her in the eyes—one green, one blue. Her pupils were dilated, whether in anger or arousal, I wasn’t sure. A little of both, I hoped—that made for better sex.

“Tell me you understand,” I ordered her. She sucked in a breath, but said nothing. I repeated myself, firmer. “Tell me you understand.”

Her eyes searched my face. “I understand,” she finally whispered. There was a flutter on the edge of her voice that I couldn’t wait to explore further.

I’d forgotten everything I’d said about letting her be, about not touching her, not trying to fuck her. There was no way in hell I was letting the opportunity to fuck Olivia slip through my fingers for a second time.

I planted a crushing kiss on her. Our lips crashed against each other, my tongue aggressively lancing against hers. She fought back in kind, with a ferocity that refused to be extinguished.

Fuck yeah, this was right.

I rolled over and flipped her on top of me. There were mirrors surrounding us, and I grabbed her face and twisted her to look gently in one of them.

There we were, reflected, crystal clear. The leather lingerie clung delicately to her, but the tiniest of tugs would have left her naked on top of me and quivering with desire.

“Look at that,” I gestured to the red hand print outlined on her ass. “The first of many,” I continued. “I want to spank you raw tonight.”

“You
are
out of your mind, Blaze,” she said. I grinned. If only she knew.

A trembling voice piped up from the far corner of the room. “Are you, um, finding everything okay, sir and ma’am?” the salesman asked nervously. “Can I help you with anything else?”

I thrust my head over Olivia’s shoulder and gave him the maniac grin that had sent him skittering away the first time.

“We’ll take what she’s wearing,” I told him. “And then we’ll be on our way. Lots of things to do.”

In the mirror, the hand print gleamed.

* * *

Back on the motorcycle, Olivia’s hands were wrapped around my waist. I didn’t even think she noticed the way she was feeling my abs tense against the bounce of the road, or how her fingertips played absentmindedly on my thighs.

I noticed, though.

“Where are we going?” she asked into my ear against the loud wind that screeched past us.

“You’ll see,” I called back over my shoulder.

A few minutes later, we pulled up to a secluded bed and breakfast on the outskirts of town. The dusk was purple in the flat distance. I took off my jacket and stretched out the kinks in my muscles. Olivia eyed me curiously while I moved, tracking my every motion. Wondering what I was thinking, most likely. Oh well, let her keep guessing.

I couldn’t show her, but I was all fucked in the head. She’d look so damn fuckable in that lingerie back in the store. My dick was still sore from how bad I’d wanted to bend her over in that changing room and make her watch herself moan in the mirror while I drove into her from behind.

More accurately, it was sore from not getting the chance to do that.

Of course I wanted to fuck her. What red-blooded man wouldn’t? The way her body rolled from tits to that skinny little waist that was just crying out for my hands to grip it, that ass that even now probably still had a little bit of the shine left over from that tasty spanking I’d laid on her.
Mmm.
Too much to ignore.

If she’d been any other slut, this would have been a no-brainer. I wouldn’t have had a single issue just emptying my balls into her a few times, then tossing my jacket on and strolling out the door. Game over.

But this wasn’t any other slut. This was Olivia. This was the girl who’d blossomed next door to me, the one I’d taken a bullet in the leg for, the only chick to whom I’d ever given a second thought. She stirred up these crazy thoughts in my head like no one else I’d ever come across.

This shit was insane. I was Blaze, not some love-struck goon.

But this was Olivia, not some slut.

Our names had been swirling back and forth in my head like that throughout the whole ride, and by the time we’d dismounted, I was dazed. This was all new territory, and it was confusing the living hell outta me. I needed to get the hell away from her.

“Tell me where we are,” Olivia demanded as we walked towards the front door. I spun around to face her.

“This is where we’re staying tonight,” I said. “Is it good enough for Your Highness?”

She scowled back. Damn, I loved that sexy pout. Those lips could be put to such good work. “I’m not fucking you, you know,” she informed me.

“Is that so?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, it is,” she retorted. “I don’t give a flying fuck what I said up on the altar. I don’t give a fuck what I’ve told you ever. I’m not yours and I never will be. And that means I’m definitely not fucking you tonight. End of story.”

Something in her eyes glinted a little harder than it had before. I wondered if I seemed like a monster to her. Fuck, not even one day into holy matrimony and my wife hated me already? I wasn’t cut out for this shit. Certainly not with her.

“You know what, you’re right,” I said suddenly. She looked confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“Let’s go.” I grabbed Liv’s hand and tugged her inside. A bell tinkled as we entered the front door, drawing the attention of the old lady behind the desk.

“Ah, welcome!” she said cheerily. “I’m assuming you would like a room for two?”

I looked Olivia dead in the eyes as I replied, “Just for one, actually. I won’t be staying here.”

The old lady apologized for her assumption and started fiddling with the cash register. Olivia, on the other hand, practically exploded.

“What the hell are you doing, Blaze?” she asked. “Where are you going?”

I unleashed all my anger and confusion on her. I was sick of this tug-of-war we were having. This wasn’t a marriage I wanted to be any part of. Not if it was going to keep being like this.

“Look, I’m tired of struggling with you. I’m pretty fucking fed up with the whole thing. If you wanna be this ice queen, go fucking right ahead, but I’m not having any of it. I was planning on having a quiet night here; wasn’t gonna touch you at all, actually. But fuck that whole idea. You stay here, and I’ll have Steezy come get you in the morning. He’ll take you back to Austin and that’ll be that. This won’t be anything like a real marriage.”

With every successive word raining down on her, Olivia looked more and more confused. She hadn’t expected this sudden turnaround. To be honest, I hadn’t been expecting it either, but I was just finished with her bullshit. It was all fun and games up to a point, but we’d reached it now, and I was getting off of this goddamn roller coaster before it drove me insane.

I went on. “I’m an Inked Angel, yeah, but I’m not a fucking rapist. I won’t lay a fucking finger on you. I’ll be a gentleman from here on out. So here’s your key, go to your room, and have a nice fucking life.”

I didn’t wait for her to say anything back. I turned and stormed out of the place, leaving her staring, wide-mouthed, at my back as I mounted my bike and took off steaming down the road.

* * *

Damn, it felt good to put distance between me and that nightmare scenario. It wasn’t that she’d put up such a fight—that was all part of the fun. But I just didn’t have the stomach to do that with her. With anyone else, yeah, but not with Liv. There was just too much shit there. Too much lead in my leg, for one thing.