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I traced over the dark tattoo etched on his forearm before reaching up to rest my palm over his heart. “Maybe you could return the favor someday and take me missionary while I can see my name on your chest.”

“You want to be inked on me?” he growled as he shoved his pants and boxers down his legs and kicked them off. His dick was already hard—long, thick, and ready for me.

Precome dripped over the metal balls of his piercing, and I licked my lips again as I sighed, “Yes, I’d freaking love that.”

“Done.” He crawled on top of me and claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss, leaving me breathless when he finally lifted his head again. “I’ll sketch the tattoo out and show it to you soon.”

Whoa. I hadn’t expected him to agree so easily. “Are you sure you want to do that so soon? We’ve only known each other for a day, Patrick. I’ll totally understand if you’d prefer to wait a little before doing something so permanent.”

Moving to his knees, he gripped the edges of the opening of my vest and tugged until my back lifted off the mattress. There was a possessive gleam in his blue eyes as he growled, “Inked into my skin or not, we’re already set in stone, Cherry. That happened the second you let me into your sweet pussy, baby. Before you accepted my property patch, which there’s no going back from. You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go.”

“Really?” I whispered, staring up at him in awe. Since my parents died, nobody had really wanted me. My sister and Razor had tolerated my presence, but that was it.

He hefted me higher, until I was straddling his upper thighs, my core pressed against his hard length. “Don’t you get it, baby? I fell for you back at Hell’s Kitchen, before you even climbed on the back of my bike.”

“By fell for me, do—” I had to swallow the lump in my throat before I could get the whole question out. “Do you mean that you love me?

“Yeah, baby. That’s exactly what I mean.” His lips curved into a smile before he brushed his mouth over mine. “I love you, Erin.”

Everything had happened so fast between us, but I didn’t have any doubts about my feelings for him. “I love you, too.”

“That’s good.” He flipped me onto my hands and knees, giving my butt a little swat before adding, “Because you’re stuck with me forever, baby.”

Pressing his palm against my upper back, he pushed my shoulders against the mattress while raising my butt high into the air. Then his hands traced the writing stitched on the back of my vest before they drifted down to my rounded butt cheeks, and delivered a spanking to each side. I jumped a little at the first, but when the moment of pain sent a shock of pleasure straight to my core, I pressed into the second swat. When his fingers slid between my slippery folds, I let out a needy moan. “Please, Patrick.”

“You’re drenched, Cherry.” He thrust a finger inside me and swiveled his wrist to hit my G-spot. “I bet you’ve been waiting all this time for me to come back and lick your juicy pussy. Haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I hissed as I felt his hot breath against my damp skin. Then his tongue darted out to circle my clit before sliding between my pussy lips to dip inside me. I fisted the sheets in my hands, unable to move my hips to meet the strokes of his tongue with the way he was holding me still. I was right at the brink of an orgasm when he pulled away, making me cry, “No. Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“I know, baby.” He rubbed his hard-on through my wetness and tapped my clit with the tip. My entire body tightened when that cool metal hit my engorged bundle of nerves, making him chuckle. “But the first time you come with my patch on your sweet body, it’s gonna be with my cock deep inside your pussy.”

A hungry noise rattled up Patrick’s chest as he nudged my entrance with his dick. His fingers dug into my hips, and fireworks went off behind my eyelids as he slowly pulled me back onto his hard length. My inner walls fluttered around him, and I gasped, “I don’t think you’re going to have to wait very long for that to happen. Holy crap, you’re hitting spots I didn’t know existed in this position.”

With the way he filled me, he seemed even bigger than before. He gave me a few long thrusts, and I felt every inch as he slid deep then withdrew. “You’re so fucking tight like this.”

His hands stroked my butt and thighs as his hips found their rhythm. Then one hand left my hip to reach around and tease my clit. My pussy clamped down on him as I moaned, “Oh, yes. Please. More.”

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