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He finishes some detail on the shoulder he is tattooing and rises, snapping off his gloves and dropping them into a trashcan near his station. Disappearing into one of the doors at the back of the parlor, he reappears a minute later, holding a small tube. Thank goodness.
Handing it to me, he grins, his eyes trailing over my body. Well, my arms and ankles, the only exposed skin you can see.
“Don’t forget, tattoos are on the house if you work for the Wild Hawks. Come see me sometime.”
I smile, nodding noncommittally. Tattoos are more Joey’s thing. It would need to be something I really wanted to mark myself with to get me to sit on one of their black benches.
“Thanks for the cream!” I call, waving over my shoulder as I walk out the door, heading back to the clubhouse.
I’m about halfway there when the roar of a motorbike fills the otherwise industrial-sounding street. I glance around – out of habit – and blink in surprise when it pulls up at the curb next to me.
“Peaches,” Viper grunts, shutting off his engine and climbing off his bike. “Going for a walk?”
I stop, turning to him with a small smile, holding up the tube from the parlor.
“We ran out of cream for Simon Killen’s eczema. I volunteered to find some more. They didn’t have any at the clubhouse or the café, but Hawks Ink had some.”
Viper comes to a stop beside me, and I have to tip my head back to keep my eyes locked on him.
“I see,” he rumbles, my stomach clenching. He plucks the tube out of my hands, reading it and tucking it into the back pocket of his jeans.
“I need that. I’m returning now so Shelley can put it on his arms.”
“I’ll give you a ride back to the clubhouse in a second.” His voice is low and firm, and his eyes are flashing. My breath catches, and my inner muscles clench. I know that look. I have been on the receiving end of that look several times this week. Starting with when I came back from the diner with Shelley on Saturday.
Viper’s arms come around me, and he walks me backward until we are in a small alleyway between two industrial warehouses, out of view from the street.
“Peaches, Peaches, Peaches,” Viper breathes, spinning me around and tugging down my yoga pants and panties. I brace against the concrete wall with both hands, my breath coming out in little pants, the anticipation making me wet between the thighs.
“What am I going to do with you?”
His voice is still soft and smooth, and there is the telltale crinkling of a tearing condom wrapper before Viper’s hands grip my hips, thrusting into me with a grunt.
I moan at the feeling of fullness, the anticipation of pleasure, and the tiniest bit of embarrassment. We are outside in the middle of the day. Sure, we are out of view of the street, but what if someone walks past and looks down this alleyway?
Viper’s hands leave my hips, one landing on the wall near mine beside my head, the other snaking around and flicking my clit in time with his punishing thrusts. His breath tickles the back of my neck as his lips drop kisses there, exposed as it is by my ponytail.
“You’re going to need to come quickly, Peaches. The sight of you like this…I’m not going to last forever.”
He is flicking my clit harder now, hammering into me. I can feel my orgasm building, and I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on it, willing it on.
My eyes fly open as he pinches down hard, slamming into me with enough force to press me against the wall.
“Vi…per,” I squeak, my muscles clenching around him as I come, my knees shaking and my forehead pressing against the wall.
“Good girl, Peaches,” he groans, slumping against me as he comes.
I don’t move. I saw the look in his eye before. This isn’t just about having amazing sex. This is how he delivers messages. Hopefully, I’m the only one he uses this delivery system for.
Sure enough, still buried inside, he tips my head back, looming over me so our eyes meet.
“Don’t walk around this area by yourself, Peaches. Even in the middle of the day. Someone could have given you a lift, or one of the boys could have come and picked the cream up for you.”
“Okay,” I breathe. Satisfaction crosses Viper’s face, and he steps away from me, my head tipping forward again. I hide my smile. I like that he doesn’t tell me what to do until he’s screwed me senseless. It feels less like an order and more like sealing an agreement. I get an orgasm, and he gets to lay down his law. Plus, he calls me Peaches. I like when he calls me Peaches.
VIPER
Striding along the hallway, my cock twitches in my jeans. I think I’m getting addicted to fucking Naomi. I’ve been buried balls deep in her many times this week, and I can’t get enough of her. She tastes so good. She smells like peaches and feels so amazing on my cock.
