Burn: Men of Inked Heatwave #2 Page 10

  “You like wearing orange?” I snap at her.

  She wrinkles that cute-ass nose on her beautiful face. “I hate it, but it looks great with my complexion.”

  There isn’t a color that looks bad on her with her deep olive skin, a perfect mix of her Italian father and African American mother. She looks perpetually suntanned, while I, thanks to my fair-skinned blond mother, don’t.

  “If you keep touching him, you’re going to wind up behind bars since he’s seventeen.”

  Austin throws his arm around Tamara. “Nah, babe. I checked the laws. We’re good.”

  Tamara’s gaze slowly slides to Austin. “It’s never happening, kid.”

  Austin shrugs. “I can wait a year.”

  Tamara smacks his chest, giggling again because she’s drunk and an idiot. “You’re such an asshole.”

  “Stay here so I don’t murder him,” Pike whispers, his mouth right next to my ear.

  I giggle, sounding just like my moronic cousin, and turn my head so our lips are almost touching. “Don’t worry. She likes her men a bit older, baby.” I waggle my eyebrows because by older, I mean older. “She’s just being a pain in the ass.”

  “Tamara can take the spare.” Pike frowns, catching himself because we all know it’s not spare anymore. “I mean Austin’s room, and Austin can sleep on the couch.”

  “And Gigi?” Austin asks, raising an eyebrow, chin lifted, just trying to give Pike a hard time.

  “I’ll sleep with Tam,” I say quickly, ending whatever game Austin is trying to play.

  Pike grunts. “Fucker.”

  “Ooh. Let’s make popcorn and watch a romantic comedy, yeah?” Tam asks, popping up from the couch and clapping her hands. “Like old times, Gig.” She bumps my shoulder with her hip, knowing I’m an absolute sucker for anything romance.

  “I get my own bowl,” Austin announces, lifting his shirt with his fingertips and scratching at his six-pack. “I don’t share.”

  “Shocking.” Tamara winks at him.

  “What can I say?” he asks, lifting his shirt even more, flashing the entire room. “I’m greedy.”

  I roll my eyes.

  “Everyone can have their own bowl,” Pike says easily, like he’s not so freaking tense he could shatter. “Guys on the floor, girls on the couch.”

  Austin looks cross-eyed at Pike.

  “I don’t want any hands wandering,” Pike grumbles.

  Tamara leans forward, bending at the waist, and loses her shit in a fit of laughter. “Listen…” She slaps her knee, snorting. “Austin is cute and all.”

  “Cute?” His eyes widen like he’s truly offended. “I’m hot, TamTam.”

  “Whatever,” she teases, waving him off, “but I like my guys with a little more…” She pauses, eyes sweeping over him and the six-pack he’s still showing. “Hair on their chest.”

  “Baby,” Austin quips, that smug grin right back on his lips. “I got all the hair you could ever need.”

  I snicker at the insanity of the entire situation, and I figure it’s best I just throw her business out there so there’s no room for misinterpretation. “She likes ’em old, Austin. Real old.”

  Tamara rears her leg back and kicks the side of my calf. “Don’t be an asshole. Pike isn’t a youngster.”

  I rub the spot that will no doubt bruise from her bony-ass toes. “Pike’s only five years older than me. How old was that one guy?” I ask her, forgetting his name because he wasn’t around long enough for me to even memorize it.

  “Marcus?” she asks, tapping her chin with her index finger.

  “No. I remember Marcus. That other one. The one with the gray hair.”

  Austin’s face pales, and he looks like he’s going to puke. “Tam. Why you hittin’ the old shit?”

  She smacks him right upside the head without giving two shits if it hurts him or not. “Shut your hole, li’l boy. And his name was George.”

  I snort. “George.”

  “Yup.” Austin slowly shakes his head, touching the spot where she just smacked him. “George sounds like an old-ass fucker.” He moves, flinching as she reaches back, ready to hit him again. “Don’t do it, woman,” he warns her, but there’s a playful smirk on his face. “You’ll be sorry, old-man fucker.”

  “Dear God,” Pike mutters at my side, and when I turn to face him, he has his eyes closed, nostrils flaring like he’s just smelled the biggest pile of shit.

  “Can we just watch the damn movie?” Tamara asks, crossing her arms and dropping one shoulder, clearly not liking us talking about her choice in men.

  “Your dad know about the old guys?” Austin asks, not reading her body language at all.

  “Nope, and if he finds out—” she bends down, getting right in his face “—you better sleep with one eye open, Aussie.” She ruffles his hair when the look of horror flashes on his face. “Now.” She clears her throat and straightens, putting on a big smile. “Where’s the popcorn?”

  This is going to be a long-ass night.

  11

  Pike

  “The kids are still asleep,” I whisper in Gigi’s ear as I cage her in with my arms.

  She leans forward, resting her hip against the kitchen counter, her fingers wrapped around the coffee mug as she gawks at me. “Kids?”

  I nod. “Yep. Tam and Austin are out cold. I’m sure we have a little time before they wake up.”

  “Time for what?” She lifts an eyebrow.

  I waggle mine, sliding my hand to her hip and squeezing. “You know.”

  She glances at Austin on the couch, his mouth hanging open with his arm slung over his face. “We can’t. What if they hear?”

  “Fine, at least take a shower with me,” I plead, knowing once I have her naked, all bets are off.

  She eyes me for a moment, studying my face, but I’m not giving in. “Well, I do need a shower, but Tam and I are going shopping soon.”

  I grab the coffee from her hands, setting the cup on the counter. “She’s dead nuts asleep. You aren’t leaving anytime soon, and I know how to be quick.”

  “You better behave,” she tells me, poking me in the chest.

  I smirk. “When don’t I behave?”

  She rolls her eyes. “Always.”

  In one quick motion, I find the elastic at her waistband, dipping my fingers inside enough to find the patch of skin that always drives her wild. “Scout’s honor.”

  I tug her down the hallway toward the bedroom before she has a chance to protest. She pauses just outside Tamara’s doorway, glancing around the corner to make sure she’s still sleeping.

  Tugging her arm again, I pull her toward my bedroom. “Stop wasting time, darlin’.”

  I push the door closed with my ass and hook my fingers into the top of my sweat pants, quickly removing them.

  She shakes her head, giggling a little bit and blushing like she hasn’t seen my cock before. “We seriously can’t do this.”

  I pitch my thumb toward the door, my pants down around my ankles and my cock standing at full attention as I move us into the adjoining bathroom. “They won’t hear a thing. Turn on the water.”

  She reaches over me, doing exactly what I ask. Before she has time to make another excuse, my hands are at her sides, lifting her tank top over her head, exposing her beautiful breasts. “God, I’ve missed these.”

  She cups her breasts, taunting me as she runs her thumbs over her hardened nipples. “You make it sound like you haven’t seen them in ages.”

  My cock bobs, doing its own thing, as happy as the rest of me to see my girl naked again. “It feels like forever. Last time, it was dark.”

  She reaches down, her eyes on me, and pulls down her shorts, kicking them off to the side. “Lock the door. I don’t need them walking in on anything.”

  I reach back, not taking my eyes off her as I engage the lock, making sure no one can walk in on us. “They have their own bathroom.”

  She gives me a look. One I can’t really place, but I know s
omething I said is wrong. “They better not be fucking in their bathroom too.”

  “God. No,” I tell her, because I’d had that talk with Austin last night once his dumb ass finally sobered up. He wasn’t laying a finger or cock on Tamara Gallo or any Gallo, for that matter. Ever. “That’s not what I meant. Now give me your mouth. You’re wasting time.”

  She steps back into the warm spray, motioning for me to follow her. I don’t hesitate as I step into the tiny shower, the hot water streaming over my skin as I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her body to me.

  “I’ve been waiting for this,” I murmur against her lips, having missed her mouth. Her warmth. Her touch.

  She pulls away, kneeling down as her hand wraps around my cock, stroking it. “I’ve been waiting for this.” She licks her lips, inching toward my cock as it takes everything in me not to grab her head and shove my dick right into her mouth.

  Her lips close around the head of my cock, and I thrust my hips forward, begging for more. She moans, her hand working up and down the shaft, and I close my eyes to stop myself from coming. Seeing her kneeling before me, sucking my dick, is more than I can take. The last thing I want is to be a two-pump chump, coming in her mouth before she’s barely had a chance to get started.

  The heat of her mouth mixes with the warm spray of the shower, setting my entire body on fire. I comb my fingers through her hair, touching her head gently as I rock my hips forward, wanting her to suck me deeper.

  She hums her enjoyment, probably getting off on the fact that my legs are almost shaking. With one hand on the wall, I try to steady myself, locking every muscle in my body to stay upright.

  “Am I doing this okay?” she asks, stopping her sweet sucking and causing me to open my eyes.

  “Perfect, darlin’. Just fucking perfect.”

  She smiles up at me, stroking my cock with one hand and placing her other hand between her legs.

  Sweet Jesus. I can’t wait. I can’t. But goddamn do I want to. I drop my head, back pressed against the wall, watching her fingers play with her pussy as her lips close back around me.

  If this isn’t heaven, I don’t ever want to go. The beautiful creature before me, all sweet and good, has a dirty streak that makes my dick hard without even trying. But having her on her knees, water cascading over her breasts, fingering her pussy, is nothing short of the most perfect moment of my life.

  “Stop,” I moan, barely able to take it anymore. “I can’t…”

  She looks up, my cock between her lips, eyes wide. “What’s wrong?” she asks, but it’s barely audible as she speaks around my dick.

  My hands are under her arms, hauling her upward until she locks her legs around my waist. “It was too much. Too perfect,” I tell her when her eyes flash with worry. “You said you’d behave, and you lied.”

  She smirks, biting her lip.

  Reaching between us, I grab my cock, lining it up perfectly with her greedy, beautiful cunt. “No moaning.” I motion toward the bedroom with my head, reminding her we’re not alone.

  “Kiss me, then,” she breathes.

  I take her mouth with mine, sliding my cock into her slowly, taking what’s mine.

  12

  Gigi

  “Well, someone looks satisfied,” Tamara teases over the brim of her coffee mug, sitting at Pike’s kitchen table and quirking an eyebrow.

  “Shut up.” I wave her off, feeling the heat creep up my neck and settling on my face.

  Her eyes never leave me as she sips her coffee and tilts her head. “I’m really impressed. I thought you’d be a loud one for sure.”

  My fingers bunch around the dish towel on the counter before I hurl it in her direction, catching her off guard. It slaps her in the face but luckily misses her coffee. “Nice,” she taunts, tossing the cloth onto the table in front of her. “You’re so fucking chatty sometimes, I figured when you were getting it, you’d be all oh yes or harder.”

  I narrow my eyes on her because the way she said those words was pretty fucking loud and sexy as hell too. “I never sound like that.” I stick out my tongue, going back to the cup of coffee I started an hour ago.

  Her finger taps against the mug as she studies me, but I do my best not to look at her. “So, you’re the silent type?”

  I roll my eyes as I reach for the coffeepot, topping off what’s left in my mug. “You don’t need to know how I am in the…you know.”

  Tamara laughs, shaking her head at me. “You’re so lame. Beyond lame.”

  Leaning forward, I wrap my fingers around the mug, gawking at my smartass cousin. “Do you screech like a howler monkey?”

  She smirks. “Since we’re going to be roomies, you just may find out.”

  I hold in the gag that’s building in the back of my throat. “What happened to your guy?”

  She shrugs, twisting her lips. “I kicked his ass to the curb. I was done playing with boys, and it’s time I find myself a real man again.”

  “A real man?” I lift an eyebrow, looking at her in her pink bunny pajamas as she talks about the difference between men and boys. “Cute pjs.”

  “Shut your mouth.” She glares at me before barking out a laugh. “They’re comfy, and I didn’t have time to get all the shit out of my car. They were the first thing I found.” She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table and lets out a loud sigh.

  “So, what really happened to him?” I’m talking about her boyfriend, and she knows it.

  “He was getting a little too territorial, and I’d had enough. Sometimes, it’s cute, but then other times…” She looks up at me with her hazel eyes blazing. “I knew when I wanted to suffocate him in his sleep, it was time to go.”

  I nod, knowing once murder comes into play, it’s time to pull up stakes and move on. “You finally came to your senses.”

  “And you know what they say?”

  I shrug, because she could be going anywhere with this statement. Anywhere.

  “Tattooed boys are my favorite toys.” She smirks.

  I roll my eyes again. “You’re such a weirdo.”

  “Pike has tats,” she reminds me like I’ve forgotten.

  “And?” I snort.

  “He’s a great toy, isn’t he? Better than what’s his name?” She taps her chin like my list of guys is so damn long she can’t remember.

  Bullshitter.

  “Erik,” I croak, even though she hasn’t forgotten.

  “And that dipshit Keith. Neither were real men. But Pike…” Her gaze shifts to behind me, and I know he’s there. I feel his body heat and presence before he can say a word. “…is all man.”

  Pike grunts, pulling the cup of coffee from my hand and lifting it to his lips. Before I can warn him, he takes a large gulp and immediately winces. “Jesus, darlin’. This tastes like shit.”

  I reach out to take the mug from him, but he dumps the contents into the sink before I can rescue my cold coffee. “I was enjoying that,” I whine.

  “It was cold and the amount of sugar in it…”

  “I like my coffee sweet.” I snarl because I needed caffeine, and twice now, he’s denied me. First with sex, not that I’m complaining, and now, by throwing it out like it wasn’t any good, which it was.

  He doesn’t speak as he turns his back to Tamara and me, busying himself with making us a new pot of coffee.

  “He’s so hot,” Tamara mouths, totally checking out his ass. Her eyes are hungry as they travel upward, taking in the bare skin of his back, which does, in fact, have ink too. “So freaking hot.” She hoists two thumbs in the air, lifting her eyebrows with the biggest damn smile.

  “What’s on tap today?” Pike asks, turning around just as Tamara’s putting her hands down, and he’s completely oblivious to the fact that she was just treating him like a piece of meat.

  “We’re going shopping,” I tell Pike, leaning against him as the coffee starts to brew behind us. “If I can ever finish a cup of coffee.”

  His hand is on my waist, squ
eezing ever so gently. “I’ll take you guys.”

  “No,” Tamara declares, shaking her head quickly. “I want a girls’ day. We have so much to catch up on.”

  Pike glances down at me, and I shrug because nothing had been set in stone. “So, you two are going to talk about me?” he asks with a tiny smirk.

  “Pretty much,” Tamara answers, rising from the table to come stand at the other side of the countertop. “And it’s going to be pretty damn hard to get all the juicy bits if you’re there.”

  “There’re no juicy bits,” I lie because, holy freaking hell, there’s so much to tell her.

  Her eyes rake over him again, but now she’s checking out his chest, the tats, all the way down to his happy trail. “Girl, if you don’t have a juicy bit to share, then you’re clearly doing something wrong.”

  She is such a ho. “Go get dressed before you embarrass yourself.”

  “Mornin’,” Austin drawls as he saunters into the kitchen, his eyes little slits as he scratches at his stomach like he has a rash. “What time is it?” He blinks slowly as he takes in Tamara in her super-short shorts and bunny tank top that hugs every curve and nipple the girl has.

  “Noon,” she answers, eyes moving to him for only a second before coming back to my guy. “They’ve been up for a while.”

  My hand is around whatever’s in front of me, sending it flying through the air and, again, hitting her straight in the face. She pulls the oven mitt away, tossing it back, but I catch it. “Why don’t you go get dressed, Tam?”

  Austin’s just standing there, watching us, eyes wide and totally zeroed in on her hard nipples. “Don’t get dressed on my account,” he teases with a grin.

  I’m pretty sure if I looked close enough at his face, he’d be drooling.

  Pike slides a new cup of coffee in front of me, the steam rising above my face. “Austin and I have some shit to do today too.”

  Austin’s eyes finally leave Tamara’s tits and look at his brother as he plops onto a stool near the counter. “Like what?”