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“Thank Christ for small favors,” Gate muttered, turning to Brick. “Any word on Spider from the docks?”
“Nothing. Dude’s gone ghost,” Brick said on a frown, streaming smoke. “I don’t like it. That shit with Talon was way too in your face for him to disappear now.”
“Agreed,” Gate said.
“Whores are tight,” Talon said. “At least he’s leaving them alone.”
“For now,” Gate agreed, pulling sunglasses from his pocket and sliding them over his eyes. “I’m on the road today. Meeting up with Maker in Hardeeville. Gonna see what he knows.” Gate faced Talon, “Hold it down while I’m gone. Yeah?”
“Will do, boss,” Talon said, as Gate turned for the parking lot.
“I fucking hate it when you call me that,” Gate said over his shoulder.
“Why do you think he does it?” Brick called out, laughing.
Gate flipped them off, “Fuck both of y’all.”
Their laughter followed him to his Harley.
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Jenna
Stumbling down the steps, I followed the scent of coffee and cinnamon to the kitchen and found Ryder standing in front of the toaster wearing low slung jeans and nothing else, his back on full display.
And that’s where I found all his ink.
The night before, I’d intended further exploration, but after the alcohol, long night, and amazing orgasm, I’d fallen asleep.
Which brought us to now.
And in thenowthat was all Ryder standing shirtless in the streams of sunlight that filtered through the kitchen windows, I couldn’t even be mad at what I’d missed the night before, because the morning show was worth the wait.
“Wow,” I breathed.
Ryder looked over his shoulder, his eyes taking me in on a slow glide up and down.
I stood at the edge of the kitchen island, still dressed in his tee and a lot of skin.
“That a good wow?” he asked.
“That’s a crazy impressed wow,” I said. I crossed to him and reached out a hand, “May I?”
Ryder’s eyes darkened, “You can do anything you want.”
I felt my face go warm and could tell from Ryder’s smirk that he noticed, but I ignored him and reached out, tracing his Iron Dragons ink across the dips and valleys of muscle that blanketed his back.
Face turned my way, he watched me while I watched him.
“This is amazing,” I said finally. “Who did it?”
“Guy down in Tallahassee. Calls himself Old Man. He’s not that old, but he lives off the grid like an old timer. Kind of crazy, but his work is top notch.”
“Beyond top notch. Amazing,” I said, propping against the counter.
Ryder rested a hand on either side of my hips, caging me in. He dipped his face, eyes on me the whole time.
I saw the flicker of a smile just before his lips hit mine.
