Hard as nails Scarlett has been unlucky in love: she’s been burnt, chewed up and spat out. Reluctant to have another relationship, can she keep her wits about her when hot-as-sin Mace walks into her tattoo parlour? Or will he break her down and leave his mark within her ink?
What starts out as a little fun, turns into something so much more.
Can Scarlett look beyond Mace's devastating past or will his demons come back to haunt them both.
Content warning: contains steamy, anything-goes sex, an alcohol induced embarrassing night out and two headstrong lovers taken on a whirlwind of crazy
I pulled up to Trip’s house in my new sleek gun-metal grey Chevy pickup. Jumping down, I saw a familiar pair of legs under the hood of a sweet ride; it looked like an original Cherry red 1967 Shelby Cobra GT500 across the road. I watched as a stunning pair of legs slipped out, joined by the rest of a stacked female body which belonged to none other than the star of my dirty dreams the previous night. Scarlett pulled herself out from under the Cobra, clad in a pair of army boots that made her look adorable, tiny denim cut off shorts - that barely covered her perfect ass - and her fantastic tits were strained against the thin cotton material of a grey tank. Her hair was piled in a messy bun on her head; the red from her hair was now gone, replaced with bright blue streaks. Her pretty face was completely void of make-up.
Shit, I got hard just looking at her.
She’d spotted me, a gorgeous smile forming on her face, causing my groin to throb even more; fuck, she was beautiful. I walked up her drive and noticed Daughtry was playing from somewhere in her open garage. My respect for her had just jumped another notch.
Scarlett tilted her head up to look at me while she wiped her greasy hands on a rag. Picked up her bottle of beer, she took a long pull as a droplet of sweat ran down her cleavage. My gaze immediately snapped to her neck as I watched the movement of her throat while she swallowed; the cool amber liquid sending my thoughts careening towards what else I would love to see her swallowing with that perfect mouth.
I snapped myself back to reality, and leaned in close to her. She’d shut her eyes, her breathing instantly picking up. She squirmed as I reached a hand out and wiped her cheek. She looked up at me confused. My eyes crinkled as my lips formed into a small grin. "You got grease on your pretty face."
Scarlett took a small step back on wobbly legs. I nodded toward her boots and observed, "Got a pair just like those. Never seen ‘em lookin’ like that though."
Sauntering away from her, I smirked. "Sexy as fuck."
Needle's kiss series Book #1
by Lola Stark