He nods.
Victory.
He releases me, pushing me towards the hall and swatting my butt. “Go change into the leathers in the wardrobe.”
I don’t argue. I’m taking the win.
Eli
“What the fuck?” Tyler whispers the second Emily leaves the room. His hand connects with my chest in a sharp thwack.
“What?” I shrug, feigning confusion.
“You have a girlfriend?” His eyes go comically wide. “An actual, living, breathing girlfriend?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes.” He doesn’t need to know the truth. And anyway, is it a lie? Emilyismine. A fact I think she’s starting to accept.
“What’s the job?” I ask, trying to distract myself from thinking about Emily undressing upstairs right now.
“Karl wants us to tail Kevin James, see what we can dig up.”
For fuck’s sake.
“And you couldn’t do this alone?”
Tyler grins. “Maybe he wants us to do a little more than follow him.”
Tattooing might be my job, but this—this is my other role. I ran into Karl not long after escaping the gang I’d been involved with as a teen. He runs the shop I work in, and he saw something in me that made him bring me into his other business.
I suppose I just swapped one gang for another. But I don’t see it that way. Karl gave me a life worth living.
Emily’s footsteps sound on the stairs.
When she comes into view, I open my mouth to tell her I’vechanged my mind about her coming with us—but the words vanish when I see her.
Leather trousers mould to every curve. A cropped leather jacket with my surname embroidered on the back—because of course I did that.
The hope, the excitement, the light in her eyes stops the protest in my throat.
Guess she’s about to get a real taste of who I am.
Let’s just hope it doesn’t make her hate me.
It’s silent as the three of us file out of the house. Tyler heads to his bike. Emily shifts from foot to foot until I motion her over to mine.
“Come on, Angel. Time to go.”
She hesitates for only a moment before swinging a leg over the bike, settling against the backrest. Her front presses to my back, her warmth making me want to drag her off and take her right here. I’ll never stop wanting her.
Someday—soon—I am going to bury my cock into all her tight little holes and have her screaming my name.
But first, business.
The ride is quiet. At first, I try to get Emily talking, but her answers are short, distracted. I can’t read what’s going through her head.
It’s only as we near our destination that she finally speaks.
“What are we actually doing, Eli?”