Acid (Black Hearts MC #7)

Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

RHEA

It had been a week since that awkward conversation, and to be honest, I was starting to think they had changed their mind, which I couldn’t be mad about. I still found it bizarre that they wanted a sexual arrangement with a 30 year old mom.

I was sat in the back of the studio practicing different tattoo designs when the bell went. We weren’t opening for another 3 weeks. We had interviews scheduled this afternoon, and Star was going to come over and help me conduct them. She didn’t take no messing, and I valued her opinion. I stop what I’m doing and walk through to the front, not looking up.

“Sorry, we aren’t open for another few weeks yet,” I state as I remove the black disposable gloves from my hands.

“That’s good then. Gives us time,” a deep voice states. I look up and see Scar stood there, his hands in his jean pockets, and a fitted black T-shirt stretched across his muscled tattooed arms. The way it fits his body, just hinting at his broad chest and toned body. The memory of him flashes through my mind.

Coughing, I clear my throat, finally make eye contact with him. His eyes spark with amusement knowing what was going through my mind. “Hey, are you needing something?” I ask.

He turns and locks the door before closing the distance between us. “Oh, I’ve come for something,” he growls, his voice deep with a predatory promise.

“Oh,” I breathe in realisation. “Star is coming over,” I state.

He stops before me and glides his fingers along my jaw to the nape of my neck, where his fingers thread through my hair. Grabbing a firm fistful, he yanks my head back, tilting my face up to his.

“When?” he asks, our breaths mingling.

“After I’ve picked Oliver up,” I state.

He smiles. “That gives us...” He pauses, looking up at the clock on the wall. “Four hours.” His eyes flicker to my lips, waiting for my protest, waiting for me to stop him. Heat pools at my core, the surprise of him being here now gone. His other hand slowly glides under the hem of my top, his fingertips delicately grazing across my skin, leaving a ripple of goosebumps in their wake.

“You could have called,” I breathe.

“I did. No answer,” he replies, our mouths still millimetres apart.

I run my tongue slowly across my bottom lip. “Oh,” I breathe.

“Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you,” Scar demands.

What did I want? My heart pounds in my chest while heat pools at my core. The scent of him this close has desires surging through my body. I wanted to tell him that I want his mouth between my legs. I want his beautiful cock in my mouth and then inside me, but this was new to me. All of this was exciting and terrifying.

“Yes,” was all that came out of my mouth.

Scar smiles a knowing smile, like he’s not done toying with me. He moves his lips closer, brushing against mine as he talks. “Yes what, Rhea? Yes, you want my mouth on your lips, between your legs? Or do you want my cock in your mouth until I explode down your throat? Or did you want my cock thrusting in and out of your delicious pussy? Which is it, darlin’?” he growls, fighting to hold back.

That I can manage to answer. “Yes. To all of it,” I breathe.

His mouth slams onto mine, his tongue invading my mouth, stroking against mine. A whimper escapes me when I feel his hard body, his mouth and his hardness pressing against my stomach. My hands eagerly move, as if they’re desperate to touch him. I press my palm over his bulge in his jeans. He groans, breaking the kiss as I glide my hand up and down.

“Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on,” he orders. I do as he asked, and his hand grips my behind, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, trailing my mouth along his neck. His fingers fig into the flesh of my behind as I bite then swirl my tongue over that very spot. He starts walking us up the stairs to the apartment, but we only make it halfway until he places me down. “You continue to do that, I’m going to fuck you right here, right now on these fucking stairs,” he growls in warning. He leans back as I sit up slightly, lift my top over my head and throw it.

Feeling bold, sexy and desired, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. Scar’s eyes roam over my bare chest, a deep rumble coming from within his chest. I don’t stop. I start unbuttoning my jeans and Scar steps back slightly to allow me to wriggle them down and off my legs. Thank fuck I had decided to wear my lace French panties rather than my comfy thread bare cotton ones. His eyes once again roam over my body and my skin prickles, like I can feel his touch.

When his eyes come back to mine, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom. He unbuttons his jeans, yanking them down to his thighs, freeing his large thick cock. a bead of moisture glistens at the tip and I lick my lips, remembering how good he had tasted last time. He rips open the condom wrapper with his teeth, then slides it slowly down his length. I can feel the wetness pool between my legs. He pushes my legs further apart and runs a finger over my lace covered seam.

“How much do you like them?” he asks

I shrug, and that is enough of an answer for him, because the next thing he does is yank them hard, ripping them clean off my body. I gasp, watching as he strokes the tip of his cock up and down through my seam. I moan and try to lift my hips, slightly desperate to feel him inside me.

“Look at me,” he demands as he slowly, inch by beautiful inch, slides inside me until he’s fully seated. His muscles in his jaw tense as he stills. I try to move my hips, but he holds me still. “Jesus fucking Christ. You feel so fucking good,” he grits through his teeth. “I’m going to fuck you now, then I’m going to take you upstairs and fuck you with my mouth, while you choke on my dick. Then I’m going to take my time fucking you again,” he warns through gritted teeth. My lips part at the thought. “Brace yourself, darlin’. Things are about to get rough,” he warns with a smile. He pulls back nearly all the way, then slams himself inside me.

I cry out as he does it again and again and again. Each thrust of his hips is powerful and precise as he hits the spot, filling me to the hilt each and every time. He places a hand on the step by my hand and relentlessly thrusts into me. My nails dig into his back, and I lift my leg, anchoring it slightly around his waist, taking him deeper. The carpet burns the skin at my back, but I don’t care as pleasure builds within me. My thighs tighten around him, holding him there. He growls as he feels my walls beginning to tighten around him.

“Fuck, yes!” I cry out as my climax explodes. He continues to relentlessly thrust inside me, so close to his climax. His head tilts back as he slams inside me one last time, groaning as he cums.

“Fuck!” he pants. I smile as he looks at me. “Get your ass upstairs, darlin’. I am fucking famished after that,” he states, a predatory smile growing on his lips.

I can feel him beginning to harden inside me. I raise my brow. “Already?” I ask, stunned.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for the past week.” He smirks.

We didn’t make it to the bed. Scar ended laying me down on the couch, unable to wait. He devoured me on the couch, and when I had tried to return the favour, he had just pulled me onto his lap and in his words ‘told me to ride and bounce my beautiful tits in his face. Now utterly spent, my body exhausted in the most fantastic way, I’m lying there on top of Scar as his strokes his fingers up and down my spine.

“Hhm,” I hum sleepily. I lift my head off his chest, looking at him as I rest my chin on his chest. “What made you come today?” I ask. A filthy smile spreads across his mouth. I roll my eyes. “Not like that. You know exactly what I mean.”

His fingers gently stroke my hair away from my face. “Because I wanted to give you time, and I wanted to see if you would message first. Then when you didn’t, I decided I couldn’t wait any longer. So, I called and messaged this morning, got no response, so I figured I would just come over.” He shrugs.

I smile and his eyes drop to my mouth. “And what if I had said no?” I counter.

His thumb traces over my bottom lip and I playfully nip it with my teeth. He sits up and grabs me under my arms, yanking me further up his body. I let out a little squeal and a laugh, but that soon dies when his lips caress mine. Our tongues duel against each other, stroking, teasing and tasting. I straddle his lap, and he sits up, his hands caressing my back with our chests flush together. I feel him hardening beneath me, and even though my body is exhausted, my core still heats. My hips begin rocking over him, and no words are spoken this time. No smart remarks from him, just him and me in the moment. I lift my hips slightly and reach between us, positioning him at my entrance. I lower myself on him slowly, both of us letting out a groan as I engulf him. Circling my hips, I rise up and down his length, his arms still wrapped around my body, keeping us pressed together. He bites down on the crook of my neck, pulling a deep moan from me as he swipes his tongue over the same spot. I pick up my rhythm, moving faster as I chase the pleasure building within me. Scar lets out a deep groan and moves quickly, lifting me while still keeping us connected. He flips me over onto my back where he takes control, fucking me without abandon. He lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder, deepening his thrusts. My orgasm arrives without warning, like a bolt of lightning striking my body. My back arches, and my walls clamp tightly around him. I cry out and Scar’s entire body tenses as he groans his release, burying himself inside me. He releases my leg and carefully lays himself down on me, still connected. Leaning on his elbows, he looks down at me with such affection. I smile and tuck a wayward strand of his mid length hair back behind his ear. I’m about to say something when there is a loud knocking on the shop door. My eyes go wide as I look at the time, 2pm.

“Shit!” I hiss. “Star!” I say, panicked. Scar gets off me and helps me to my feet. I press my hands to my face. “Oh god, oh god, she’s early! My clothes are at the bottom of the stairs. She could see me getting them,” I breathe.

“Go get fresh clothes on. I will get dressed, you go and let her in. Hide the clothes somewhere. I will make out I’m here fixing a bulb or some shit. We locked the door as we were both up here,” Scar suggests.

I nod and smile, pacing back and forth. “Yes.” I point at him. “Good idea.” I nod.

“Darlin’.” He smiles.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Clothes,” he reminds me.

“Right.” As I go to move, I feel wetness trickle down my legs. I pause and look at Scar.

“What?” he asks.

“We didn’t use anything.” I state, pointing to the wetness at the top of my thighs.

His jaw sets tight, his eyes heating. “I’m clean. Are you on anything?” he asks.

“Yes,” I sigh.

“Then you’re fine. Go and get changed before I bend you over that fucking couch and fuck you again,” he threatens.

I frown. “Really, why?” I ask, confused.

“Darlin’, you are stood in front of me completely fucking naked with my seed trickling down your thighs,” he states. When my frown of confusion doesn’t disappear, he just says one word. “Mine,” he growls.

Star knocks again and I jump and run to my bedroom, grabbing some clean clothes before running across the apartment to the bathroom. I do my best to clean up in a hurry and chuck my clothes on. I spray on some perfume then run back out to the living area and toss my perfume at Scar.

“What’s this for?” he asks.

“To mask the smell of sex!” I yell over my shoulder as I run down the stairs. Scar’s laughter echoes behind me as I run down the stairs. Skidding to a stop, I pick up the clothes and quickly chuck them in the back room. I can see Star stood there, peering through the glass window. I take a breath and smile, waving as I approach the door and unlock it. “Hey!” I sing cheerfully, probably a little too high-pitched.

Star eyes me. “What took you so long?” she asks.

I shut the door behind her and lock it. “Sorry, just upstairs. Scar is, er, fixing something,” I lie.

Star raises her brow. “Fixing something?” she asks.

“Yeah, silly really. He told me to keep the door locked for safety. That’s why I’m not down here,” I ramble. We make our way through the studio to the stairs, and it’s then that I notice the used condom hanging off the railing. “Holy shit, look at that!” I screech, pointing back through the shop to outside. Star looks in that direction and I quickly grab it, throwing it in the back room.

“What? I don’t see anything.” Star shrugs.

“Oh, it was a flasher.” I fake a laugh. “An old wrinkly flasher.” Star’s about to say something but I grab her arm and lead her upstairs. “Come on!” I yell loudly, giving Scar enough time to make sure everything is clear.

“Why are you shouting?” she asks.

I stick my finger in my ear and wiggle it. “Sorry, bit of a blockage.”

I look away, wanting nothing more than to bang my head against the wall right then.

As we enter the apartment, Scar is up on a ladder changing, or at least pretending to change the light bulb. I look left and right. Where the hell did he get a ladder from?

He casually looks over his shoulder at Star. “Hey darlin’, do us a favour and flick the switch.” He points, gesturing to it. I just stand there with wide eyes, still wondering where hell he got a ladder from.

Star moves and switches the light on and off. “There we go, all good.” Scar nods as he climbs down the ladder. I’m still busy looking everywhere wondering where the hell he got the fucking ladder.

“Thanks Scar,” I mutter, still looking around the apartment.

Star places her bag down on the kitchen counter. “Are you ready for these interviews?” she asks.

“Huh?” I ask, spinning around to face her.

“The interviews,” she repeats.

“Oh yeah, I will let you lead them,” I suggest.

“Okay, but you are the tattooist. You know what to ask,” Star reminds me.

“Right, right.” I nod eagerly.

Star eyes me. “You alright?” she asks.

“Yes!” I screech. I cough and clear my throat. “Sorry, something is stuck in my throat.” Scar walks towards me and pretends to rub my back, but instead he glides his hand down over my behind. I stiffen.

“I’m going to head off. The prospect will be watching out the front,” he states. “Need anything, just message me,” he says before placing a kiss on the top of my head, while giving my ass cheek a little squeeze. My entire body tenses and I try my best to keep my face neutral. I would be texting him tonight and give him a piece of my mind.

He walks out of the apartment closing the door behind him. I hold up my hand to Star. “One moment, I forgot to pay him.” I rush out the door and down the steps to him. “Scar!” I hiss. He stops on the bottom step and turns to face me, a big shit eating grin on his face. “Do not smile at me like that, and stop touching my ass and kissing my head in front of other people,” I hiss.

He grabs my top in his fist and yanks me forward, crashing his mouth down to mine, kissing me breathless. He breaks the kiss, and I have to grip hold of the railing to steady myself. He just flashes me a smile.

My brain takes a moment to kick back in before I remember. “Condom!” I hiss loudly, pointing in the direction of the back room before running back up the stairs to Star.