Page 85 of Ink

“It’s a pile of shit. You’re getting somethin’ else. It’s not worth putting any more money into.”

I pause my doodling on his chest. Damn. I was really hoping it would be somewhat fixable.

“I was going to start looking at apartments so you can tell the guys to forget about the car. I’ll pay them for looking at it, but I’m not getting something else right now.”

“Yeah, about that, you’re not lookin’ at places.”

I roll my eyes because of course he’d say that.

“I can’t stay with Evan forever, Ink. I’ve only been here a few days, and I already feel like I’m intruding.”

“I know. You’ll be with me.”

Um, what?

“You? At the clubhouse?” I ask, confused about where this is going.

“Yup. We’ll find somethin’ together if you don’t want to live there. We’ll always have a room there.”

“Isn’t this all a little… soon?”

Ink shrugs underneath me. “To anyone else, yeah. But you aren’t just anybody, are you?”

Strike me dead.

“What?” I ask, sounding breathless.

“Where am I?”

“In my bed,” I respond, stating the obvious.

“Right. It can’t be lost on you that my space is right next door.”

Holy crap.

He’s only here because I’m here.

“Ooh,” I drag out, it’s finally all clicking.

“She’s finally cluin’ in.”

“I think I got it now.”

“You better latch on and never let it go because it’s not changing, not now or ever, bunny. Got it?”

I nod my head against his chest. “I got it.”

Ink couldn’t be more different from Zach. He’s controlling and stubborn, but not in a way where I feel unsafe. I’ve actually never felt more safe. I know I could give this man the reins and let him lead for the rest of my life, and he would never make me do something I wouldn’t want to do.

“Good, baby,” he rumbles, the vibrations in his chest tingle against the side of my face. “Sleep. I’m fuckin’ beat.”

His arms tighten around me, as if he’s afraid I’ll leave him while he isn’t awake. I could never leave this warm embrace in a million years.

A warm, lapping sensation between my legs has me stirring in my sleep. I’m stuck in that weird space where you feel like you’re drifting between fully asleep and not fully awake.

“Stay still,” a deep voice rumbles at the same time two hands press my hips into the mattress, holding them in place. “Your boss is hungry.”

My eyes fly open just as his tongue dances along my clit, making me cry out. My legs have a mind of their own, opening wider for him as each knee touches the bed.