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

my mouth, and my dick rock hard now was sending almost excruciating pain to my balls. I had been teased for years, and this was just adding to my advanced case of blue balls.

I picked her up and let her legs wrap around my waist. She was now sandwiched between myself and the wall. My hands could roam freely over her body, and that was exactly what I’d planned on them doing.

I pulled at her shirt. “Take this shit off. Now,” I ordered. My voice clipped and highly impatient.

She didn’t hesitate for a second, she grabbed the bottom of the sweater and pulled it over her head. She had a small black camisole over a bra that barely held her large breasts.

“Fucking hell.” I pressed her hard against the wall time as I pulled the top down and her large, heavy breasts sprang free from both the small shirt and bra. I licked my lips in lustful hunger as I saw her nipples were pierced with a simple silver hoop in each. I lifted her breast to my mouth, and engulfed her tight, hard nipple in my mouth, sucking on it hard and letting the jewelry imprint on my tongue.

She moaned and dug her nails into my arm. I stilled for a second. The moment of pain was trying to push me back into that room with Ruby. “Ink, more. Please.” Her pleas and panting breath in my ears enough to keep me grounded.

I let the nipple fall out of my mouth before I switched over to the other side and lapped at its twin.

She softly ground her core down onto my achingly hard cock, different feelings of both pain and need building inside of me. I moved back up to her neck and sucked on the skin over her rapidly beating pulse. She purred and dropped her warm core harder on my barely clothed cock; her yoga pants and a towel, the only things keeping me from being buried inside of her. I banged hard on the wall near her head; I was about to lose my shit. She purred and rocked her hips hard.

“Inkpop!” Angel’s scared voice screeched high from the connecting room. “Ink!”

I dragged my face away from Jazmine and dropped her quickly to the floor. “Angel?” I clutched the towel to my waist and ran to the sound, thinking the absolute worse. Did someone follow us here? Did Ruby or Harrington find out where we were? “Angel!” I swung the door open and could see Angel still on the bed, her head turning side to side in a panic looking for me.

“Angel. You’re okay.” I walked over to her quickly so she could see me. “It’s okay. I’m here.” She jumped to her knees and wrapped her arms around my neck, squeezing tightly.

“I couldn’t find you. I didn’t see you, where did you go?” She cried pitifully against my neck.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. I just was taking a shower. I’m right here.” I cooed as I gently rubbed her back with my free hand.

She pulled her head back and looked at me strangely. It was the first time in a long time she’d seen me without long straggly hair and a fucked up beard. She giggled into her hand.

“What the hell is so funny?” I asked, moving away from her, my eyes squinting in her direction.

“Inkpop, your head is so big!” She put both her hands on the side of her head and exaggerated the size.

A cute laugh sounded from behind me, and I turned to see Jazmine laughing at the joke Angel had just made.

I turned back to Angel, “Oh, you got jokes, you little mouse.” I quickly put my free hand to her stomach and began tickling her. She laughed loud and free, falling back on the bed until quite drastically, the laughing turned into violent coughing. I patted her back, but no matter how much she tried to relax, she just kept coughing, finding it harder to catch her breath.

I sat next to her and did what I could to calm her, every gasp of breath, scaring the shit out of me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she calmed down enough to lay back.

“Inkpop,” Angel spoke softly.

“Yeah, kid. What’s up?”

“Who is that? Did we go back?” She asked, looking at Jazmine.

“You don’t remember her?” I asked, confused.

Jazmine walked closer. “That’s okay. My name is Jazmine David. No, you’re not back in that awful place. You guys were in my shop, and I thought I would help you out a bit.”

“Oh, your place…” The little girl looked over to the side for a second as if she were trying to remember. “I remember pretty pictures, so many colors. Even my covers were colorful. Is that right?”

Jazmine smiled brightly, “Yes, I’m an artist. You probably saw some of my pictures.”

“She has been taking care of us since we’ve been here,” I said, moving her sweaty blond curls away from her face. She was already on her way back to sleep. It was like her body was trying to make up for all those years. She was just exhausted.

“These things keep happening,” Angel mumbled as she snuggled down into the bed, her hand coming up and draping over my calf. I had to bend closer to hear her.

“What keeps happening, Angel?” I asked, always curious to know what she was thinking.

“Miracles.”

Chapter 12- Wire POV

Wire POV

I was getting fucking tired of this shit. It seemed like the bullshit never stopped coming for us. Just when I thought maybe I’d get to spend a few days relaxing with my family. Maybe teach Lily how to ride a two-wheeler, or have a drink with my wife. Some shit had to pop off. Being President of a motorcycle club was never my wish, but it's what I have to deal with.

We made a pick up two nights ago at one of our bars in town, and shit went by without a fucking hitch. However, the