Ink: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Rae Lake (classic reads .TXT) 📗

pretty raw. The water by itself was enough to have me jumping back in pain. I took it though and made sure there were no deep gashes or cuts that needed more attention. My cock was still in one piece, but it was really scarred up. I would take a scarred dick versus a missing one, though.

After a long while of just reveling at the way the water hit my body, I stepped out of the shower and used one of the towels in the bathroom to wrap around my waist.

“Hey.” There was a timid knock on the door. “Don’t dry your hair all the way, ok, if you still want me to cut it for you.”

“Uh, oh, yeah. Okay,” I opened the door to her and watched as her eyes lit up.

“Oh my..” She looked at my body, trailing her eyes slowly from my belly button up over my chiseled abs and chest. All those stall brawls had a way of putting some real muscle on your body. Her eyes came up to my face, and I gave her a long-overdue smile. It was a while since a woman had so blatantly admire me, at least one who wasn’t sick as fuck.

“Oh. Jeez” She reached a hand up, and the smile dropped from my face, as I watched the hand come closer to me. “Relax, it’s just me. Just Jazmine.” She put a steady hand on my face before she stood on her tippy toes and dragged her hands through my hair.

“Yeah, I bet you used to drive all the girls wild.”

I smiled again, “Not even a little bit, the only thing I had were these tats. That was my one and only talking point. If they were looking for anything else, I was shit out of luck.”

She giggled and turned to get one of the chairs out of the main room. I watched as she pulled out a small case from under the sink and opened it up.

“There are scissors in here, a straight edge and some clippers. Do you want to see it?” She asked, not even a drop of judgment in her voice.

“No, I’m good. Just don’t cut me, please.” I sat down heavily in the chair and let her take care of me.

I watched in awe as she used the straight edge and some shaving cream to give me one of the best shaves I’d ever had in my life. All the patchy hair was sliding off my skin like butter. Then she moved on to my hair. She was expertly cutting all my long uneven strands. I watched as the hair floated to the floor, feeling like a massive chunk of my past was being discarded. It felt good.

“Ok, I am going to work on the front now. I think we should keep some length on top, line you up real good, and shave the sides down a bit. You could even get away with a part if you really wanted to. What do you think?” She stood in front of me, bending her head to catch my gaze.

“There is no fucking way I’m getting a part, do what you think looks good just no part.”

“You got it.” She moved in closer, her ample chest grazing over my freshly shaved face.

“Oh, crap. I’m sorry.” She tried to back up a bit, so her tits weren’t pushing up against me. All I wanted to do was bury my face in her chest.

She began cutting and shaping the front, and slowly, she began to move closer to me. When I grabbed her thighs, and she didn’t push me away, I knew I was lost. I buried my head closer into her body, smelling all of her, feeling how her smooth skin felt like silk under my fingertips, how her breath would hitch as I trailed a finger over her hips.

Fuck how I missed this shit.

“Okay, Ink. You’re all done.” She said, her voice breathy and stilted.

I stood abruptly, and she dropped the scissors and comb in surprise.

I didn’t say a word as I took a step forward.

She took half a step backward. “You know I think I did a pretty good job; I could be a pro.” She said, a giggle leaving her mouth. She fidgeted and tugged at the hem of her large sweater.

I took another step toward her, watching her face flush, and her breath coming faster. She was as turned on as I was. The air in the small bathroom felt thick, or it could have just been me. It felt like I couldn’t breathe like I was being suffocated by this need, and her body held my freedom.

“I think I’ll take my payment now.” She put her hand out playfully.

I took a step forward, her hand bumping into my stomach. She turned it, and her fingertips just grazed my chest. That one swipe sparked every dormant nerve ending in my body, and I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to. I pushed her hand away and dropped my head, my mouth attacking hers with a passion I didn’t realize I could possess.

“Oh shit.” Jazmine grabbed my head, using my freshly cut hair to hold onto.

A deep rumble made its way up my throat, echoing loudly in the small room. My cock sprang to life immediately. If I had any doubt I’d be left with some type of erectile dysfunction because of the torture, I had my answer. It stung a little; the sudden stretching of the badly traumatized skin, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. I let my tongue swipe against hers, and my teeth bit into her lips softly, I sucked on each one. Even though she was considerably shorter than me, I didn’t want to stop kissing her. Fuck I never wanted to stop kissing this woman, I was having a hard time getting a good grip on the rest of her. I pushed her backward roughly until her back hit the wall.

“Mmm, Ink. Oh.” She moaned into