didn’t know what she was trying to say or ask, so she let the words trail away.
“It could be,” Gus said softly. “It could be that your bear recognized mine or mine yours. I’ve never believed in the fates and mates. I was raised to believe it, but I always had more doubts than faith that it existed.”
“And now?”
“Meeting you? Yeah, I think it does exist.” He kissed her, open mouthed and hungry. His fingers dug into her skin and Bex let herself get swept up in his arms, her fears momentarily forgotten.
Gus eased her onto his thigh, her legs spread over it. His hand moved to her ass and pulled her up high with her knee pressed to his cock. They were still fully clothed, but it didn’t seem to matter. Her body reacted and she rode his leg, bearing down with her hips. He held her to his mouth with his other hand at the back of her neck.
She lost herself in the sexual tension that built low in her belly. She lost herself in the look in his eyes when she opened hers to find him watching her through their kiss. She lost herself in the knowledge that he was there, he was hers, this big man-bear with the tattoos and the larger than life presence. She lost herself in who she was with him.
“Gus…” she whimpered into his mouth, her vision dimming at the edges as the orgasm crashed through her. He guided one of her hands between his legs and pushed her palm against his erection, pumping his hips in small, sharp thrusts before groaning. He pulsed inside his jeans and against her hand. He came and she couldn’t stop the moan from her throat or the smile on her lips.
They’d dry humped each other like a couple of teenagers. He took her mouth again, tangled his tongue with hers, and hugged her to him. “What that what you meant when you said under your hands?” she asked when she could form words again. He chuckled and it warmed her from the inside out.
“No. What I’d meant was that I wanted to finish the tattoo I’d started on you. It’s always how I dealt with things I didn’t know or understand. I’d get inside my head with my art, with the tattoos. It was my distraction until I could figure out what I was supposed to do.”
“Was?”
“Maybe you’re my distraction now.” He pierced her with his dark eyes. “No, scratch that. There is no maybe about it. You are a delicious distraction to me. I still want to ink you, though. I still want to put my mark on you. I still want some part of me permanently on your skin.”
“You are on my skin.”
“I want it visible, so everyone can see.”
It was important to him, which made it important to her. “Okay,” she agreed. “Then I want it too.”
“Okay?” He appeared shocked and wrapped his hands around her waist, giving her a slight shake. “That’s it? Where’s your excitement?” Bex shook her head, confused.
“I don’t —”
“You’re getting a tattoo from one of the best traveling tattoo artists in the Southeast and all you can say is Okay?”
“Well, when you put it that way…” She smacked his lips with her own. “How could I not be excited? After all, my panties are wet.”
Chapter Six
Gus stroked the smooth skin of his lover’s thigh. Just an hour ago, an injured wolf had laid on this same massage table as Gus extracted a bullet from his leg. Now, Bex lay perfectly still as he applied ink to her body.
It was the wrong time to be giving her a tattoo. There was no telling what was going to happen in the next two to three hours, but he needed something to distract him from the impending danger. He needed something to distract him and it was either fuck her senseless or create art.
It’s why he made her ride his thigh. He smiled at the memory of her coming undone on his leg, both of them still clothed and standing in front of the window. He wasn’t big on sexual displays, but taunting whoever was watching, showing them there was no visible fear, and just her, just Bex… Gus knew how damn
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