“House of Ink Tattoo?” She’s looking at me with a sadness in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

“Welcome to McMinnville, Tennessee, Doll. House of Ink Tattoo is owned by a buddy of mine.”

“Of all the places you could take us, we come here? Why would we come here? You’re not seriously going to get inked while we’re on this trip are you?” Her irritation is obvious as she questions me.

“Because it’s safe, that’s the fuck why.” My aggravation at her questioning me is something I don’t even try to hide. I climb off the bike, stretching.

“I’m sorry. I’m not trying to piss you off. I figured we would be staying at hotels.” She steps closer to me with only inches between us; I let out a long breath.

“Hotel? Really? You’ve been sheltered too damn long, Doll. Hotels want names, IDs, credit cards; all of those mean paper trail.”

“We have fake IDs, credit cards, all of that. Hell, you’re still wearing your cut. We can’t be trying to hide too seriously.” She says with a touch of venom in her voice at the mention of my cut.

“We’re staying in places that give us extra fucking eyes. Places where I can get a little sleep so I can keep driving. If Delatorre is following us, we don’t want it to be obvious why we took you away from the coast. Watch yourself, Doll. My cut is my god damn life, don’t you ever fucking go there.”

Not one to back down, she’s looking at me in sheer defiance. Is she trying to get me going? Does she realize she’s playing with fire? Stepping up to me, her breasts are rubbing against my torso as I tower over her because of my height. My dick twitches in my jeans at the feel of her hard little nipples pressing into me.

“How is this place safe to rest? Anyone could come in claiming to want ink.”

“Jared won’t let that happen.”

Pushing into me now, she’s wound up looking for a fight. Damn, she’s fucking hot when she’s all revved up. It’s making my dick hard like nothing else ever has.

“Jared? Who the fuck’s Jared?”

“He’s fucking good people, Doll. I trust him with my life. He’s not gonna let anyone get to us.”

She licks her lips and I’m done for. The stress and want all tangle together in the form of irresistible desire. Wrapping my hand to cup the back of her head, I run my fingers under her braid, my other hand resting on the small of her back. Tilting her head to face me, I lean down and I kiss her. She melts beneath me with one sweep of my tongue across her lips. Anger, lust, frustration, desire, compassion, yearning, and so many more emotions run a marathon through my system. Pulling her firmly to me, I devour her mouth as if it’s my last meal. Leaving no millimeter undiscovered by my tongue, I continue my onslaught. She moans beneath me as her hands reach up around my neck, snapping me back to reality.