“We’ll have men watching your backs for the Shadow Order,” Austin offered.
“Good. Thank you.”
The Crypt Keepers took off for the gunfight, and I sent Austin to lead the backup team. Their job was to keep the Shadow Order off the Crypt Keepers while they carried out their mission. With no bikes to escape on, the Blue Diablos were sitting ducks. Before the night was over, they would be wiped out or at least on the fucking run.
That was one less biker club we had to worry about. Not only would that take care of our Jacob twin problem, but it would send Maxum a serious message. Mess with the Midnight Saints and you get the Crypt Keepers’ wrath. We were solid allies now.
While they were off handling their business, I took Kara to a room. The Crypt Keepers’ clubhouse was no different from ours really. It had a communal kitchen, a living room with multiple TVs and plenty of seating, and two wings with enough bedrooms to house an army. It was a nice place, not like the log cabin clubhouse ours was. It was clear this MC had money. The room I took Kara into was cozy. There was a nice big bed, a dresser, and a TV. We ignored everything but the bed. I had one thing on my mind, and that was getting her naked and spending the next hour or so exploring every inch of her tattooed body.
“So, the field didn’t exactly go the way I had planned,” I said as I shut the door and locked it.
“You had planned that?” she teased, and I couldn't keep the damn grin off my face. I would be catching shit for this for a long time to come, but it would be so worth it.
“Well, not that exactly, but I had wanted to fuck you on the way back.”
“It was fine. It was good till we got shot at, but we’re both alive. It’s all good. Really.”
“Well, I want to make up for it.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Just shut up.” I took her top off and pulled her to me to kiss her. “We have all night, so we’re going to take this nice and slow. Don’t worry, the Crypt Keepers are dealing with Jacob’s twin. Your friend is safe.”
I unbuttoned her pants, and she pulled away just long enough to take off her boots. Then, she let me slide her pants down. She pulled off my shirt and unbuckled my pants, and I stopped to take off my own boots.
She was sexy, I had to admit that. Her tattooed body was the most beautiful work of art I had ever seen. I turned on the light so I could see it all as she lay on the bed waiting for me. “You’re a work of art, you know that?” She smiled and pulled me to her with her feet. My hands roamed her body, and she arched her back and moaned at my touch. I smiled and rewarded her by licking her nipple. She mumbled something about payback was a bitch. “I’m counting on it,” I whispered with her nipple still in my mouth. I touched and teased her body till she begged for me to fuck her, but I wasn’t done exploring every inch of her. I made her my willing slave and I wasn’t going to let her get off that easily.
I fingered her, shoving my finger deep inside of her as I continued to nuzzle and tease her nipples till they were hard and like little soldiers standing at attention. My cock was doing the same, eager to be slipped into her pussy, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. For now, my finger was enough inside of her.
She let out a big moan and I felt a rush over my finger. I kissed her flat, tight belly. Someday, I hoped it would have a baby inside it, our baby. I was starting to get jealous of Seth— he knew what he wanted, and he went after it, and now he was the one who had it all.
I fought my urges for so long, I nearly lost Kara. I wasn’t going to make that mistake again.
Chapter 18
Kara
Tony explored every inch of my body with his hands and mouth. His hot breath felt so good on my bruised skin. He took his time enjoying himself. I kept touching him, reaching for him, but he’d push my hands away. “You’ll get your chance,” he purred.
He kept calling me a work of art as he studied every tattoo that inked my body. He paid extra attention to the ones that covered my breasts. Tracing the lines of the tattoos with his finger and then his tongue. He trailed hot kisses down my body and then spread my legs and started licking my center and sucking on my clit.
He expertly traced the alphabet with his tongue, making me purr and moan with pleasure. I orgasmed over and over as his tongue kept going. There were twenty-six letters of the alphabet, and he was determined to do every single one.
I wrapped my long legs around the back of his neck and dug into his back with my heels as he made me tighten and arch over and over again. I thought about all the things I was going to do to him when I got my chance.
At last, he traced a big old Z across my pussy and lapped at it. Then he trailed wet hot kisses up my body till he found my mouth, giving me a taste of myself.
I pushed him off. My turn.
He obediently laid down and I climbed on top. I trailed kisses over his body, finding every scar and tattoo, though he didn’t have nearly as many as I did. I stopped to admire his Midnight Saints tattoo. I was about to suck his cock, when someone banged on
