Marked Book One
By Gracie Meadows
“Kitten, you’re treading on thin ice. This is my shit. You don’t come into a man’s home and start doing whatever the hell you want. That is just asking to be spanked. I’m going to take a shower. Be ready to leave when I get out,” he snapped and turned. He couldn’t deal with her. She started to show a backbone and snapped at him. And he liked it. He didn’t mind a submissive type of woman, but only in bed. Any other time he liked someone who pissed him off and challenged him. Wait, what the hell was he thinking? He wasn’t into her. Pissed, he grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from his now clean and folded shirts in his drawers. Once inside the bathroom, he showered, dressed, and was ready to go. She too had changed into jeans, the same boring kind, and another ill-fitted shirt. He had to go into work and talk to the girls. Sparkle would help him.
“Ready?”
“Sure, do you think…”
“No, come on.” He walked out the door holding it open so she could step out. She went without a word, down the stairs and to his bike as he locked up.
“Put it on.” Handing her the helmet, he swung his leg on and waited for her to climb behind him. Her heavy sigh made him smile. She was learning. Climbing behind him, he waited for her to wrap her arms around him again. She seemed hesitant. Once she touched him, he took them and pulled tight so she squeaked and smashed against his back. That did make him chuckle. “Hold on tight.” Turning the key, his baby purred to life. It was a nice day out, and a drive might be just what he needed to clean his mind.
Hitting the throttle, he took off letting the warm wind hit his face. It felt great and Faith seemed to mold into his back the more he rode. The vibration from his bike had a soothing effect on just about everyone. He didn’t head right to the shop, as he needed to figure out what to tell Sparkle. She understood shit with the red tape and cover-ups. She might be a smokin' hot woman but she loved conspiracy theories, and this one was a whopper. The truth, but without names, would work, and they could find a way to keep her in the back until he gets this solved. He didn’t want to have to babysit a woman, especially one who annoyed the crap out of him. He didn’t even know if the threat was real, and if it was, what would they actually do to her? He knew thugs and shit like that, but government crap and military undercover OPs were not his thing.
Now determined to get this done and get her out of his life was his motivation to turn around and head to the shop. Pulling in the back, he parked in the spots for the artists. He waited for Faith the climb off before he did. Taking both helmets, he locked them away, making sure she could stand on her own they headed inside. Opening the backdoor, he smiled when Tex was there.
“Oh look, fresh meat. Please tell me she’s a virgin and I can mark her first.” Tex, with his crazy ass southern drawl made Faith jump and hide behind him.
“Shit, I didn’t think about that. Not sure about the virgin part, but marking her, not while she is here. Sparkle in?”
“Yeah, in the front, want me to bring her in the office?”
“Could you?”
“Yup, oh and, Razor, if you don’t want her, I’ll take her. She looks sweeter than a Georgia peach and I bet I can make her cry.” He winked at Faith before leaving.
“What was that about?” she asked. Faith hated people talking about her and she really hated when people assumed she was a virgin. Sure, she was lacking in the sexual department, but the men she worked with thought coitus was only needed to reproduce and not enjoyment.
“Nothing,” he said before pulling her once again into the office she had been before.
“That wasn’t nothing. I don’t like people talking about me, especially when I am standing right there.”
“What about that bothered you?”
“Just parts,” she answered. She didn’t need to tell him specifics.
“Ah, the virgin part. Let me reassure you, kitten, it is not what you think. He didn’t want to know if you had had sex before. He was talking about your skin. A virgin to tattoos and piercings. They are the best to work on. Fresh, clean skin untainted by color and marks. It’s a great honor to have someone do a virgin tat that’s not some stupid butterfly shit.” She blinked a few times, not sure what to say. That was the most he had ever said to her and with his few words she was drawn in. His voice was soothing and hypnotic. She enjoyed his voice when he talked.
“Oh okay.” She lowered her head, unsure of what to say next. She sat down on the chair waiting for, well something.
“Are you a virgin, kitten?” His voice took a husky tone, and suddenly there were parts of her body that sparked to life, parts that that never had happened to before. He looked up then down her body, as if weighing something.
“In the manner of which you are referring to with a tattoo or anything else, then yes. I have nothing on me.”
“And the other.” He practically growled it, she was going to tell him it was none of his business, but the door suddenly opened cutting her off.