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  “You have a problem with that?” He hoped as hell not, considering he was bisexual.

  She held up her hands. “Are you kidding me? Two men going at it is hot as hell. I love men, and I love men that love men. What I don’t like, is when two dudes who want each other but hate the idea that they could be gay or bisexual want to use me to get in bed. There’s a line I won’t cross, and being the bitch between two assholes is one of them.”

  “Well, that’s honest,” he said finally after a moment. Tonight…tonight was going to mean something. He could feel it. “So…how are you going to make it worth it?”

  She licked her lips, and Jake swallowed hard, knowing things were about to get interesting.

  Jake slid his hand up Maya’s thigh and licked her lip. She arched her back against the door, and he couldn’t help but smile. He’d watched her dance, seen her kick ass and take names, and now she was in his room, against his door, and in his arms.

  He was going to taste every inch of her like he wanted to, and fuck her until they were both breathless. Then he’d do it all again because he was so fucking hard it was going to take more than one turn for him to be sated. Probably more than two or three times for that matter.

  He liked Maya. She made him laugh, she took no shit, and she was hot as hell.

  He had a feeling if he had his way, this would be more than one night. He surely hoped so.

  “What’s with that grin?” Maya asked. She licked up his shoulder and neck then bit down gently where the two met. He groaned, rocking into her so his dick pressed against the heat of her pussy. They’d already taken off his shirt and both of their shoes, but he still wore his pants and she, sadly, still wore that skirt and top of hers. For now.

  “I was just thinking about how I knew your skin would taste fucking fantastic.” It was the truth, if not the whole of it. He didn’t want to scare her too much since he’d just met her that night. They’d taken a cab back to his place since they’d both had too much booze to drive, and neither of them had a car there to begin with. His brothers had left before he had, meaning he was all alone now with Maya in his home and in his arms. He’d count that as a win on so many freaking levels.

  Maya pushed her breasts against his chest. “I’m glad you think so because I want that tongue to taste every inch of me.” She raised her brow. “You get me? Because I already told you, being shitty at oral is a deal breaker for me.”

  He growled and pushed her harder into the door, using one hand to pin her wrists over her head and the other to hold her ass. “Don’t talk about that other dude when I’m about to fuck you. As for oral? I’m going to eat that cunt of yours until you come on my face, and then I’m going to do it again so you’re begging me to stop and fill you with my cock. How does that sound?”

  She rocked herself on him, her legs wrapped around his waist. “Sounds like a lot of talk. I think you’d better use that mouth of yours for better purposes.” She paused, tilting her head. “Oh, and Jake, if you need an oral tutor, I’ll tell you exactly where I need your tongue. So I hope you’re good at taking direction.”

  He took a moment to regain his control since he was about two seconds from blowing his load in his pants like a damn teenager. Once he could breathe again, he crushed his mouth to hers, needing her taste. Her tongue slid against his and she pulled back, biting his lip. He growled, kissing her again, using his hips to hold her in place so he could use his free hand to cup her breast.

  “I love your tits,” he panted. “They overfill my hands, all perky and tempting. I wonder what color your nipples are.” Still slightly buzzed from the alcohol and the taste of her, he knew they should slow down, but he wasn’t about to. They both wanted this, and hell, if he were honest with himself, he needed this.

  “Why don’t you find out?” She wiggled, and he pulled back, letting her to her feet.

  He slowly undid her top from the back and let it fall to the floor. Of course, she wasn’t wearing a bra because the bar gods were looking kindly on him tonight. Her nipples were a dusty pink, slightly large on her ample breasts, and fucking hard as hell.

  Jake bent down, taking a nipple into his mouth and using his free hand to cup her other breast. Maya put her hand on the back of his head and pressed him closer.

  “Harder,” she panted, her nails digging into his scalp.

  He did as she asked and moved his hand down her belly and over her skirt before sliding it back up again, this time under the fabric. When his fingers brushed her damp panties, they both let out a groan. He moved to her other breast and pushed her panties aside with his fingers, needing to feel her.

  “Jake,” she breathed as she rocked her hips on his hand. He slid his finger over her clit slightly before spearing her with two fingers.

  “Fuck,” he growled. “You’re drenched for me, sweetness. You want me that much?”

  “Move, Jake,” she shot back. “Make me come before I make myself come.”

  He took that as a challenge and fucked her hard with his fingers. She threw her head back, and that made her breasts push toward him. Grinning at his luck, he took her nipple between his teeth and bit down.

  She came around his fingers, shouting his name and rocking her hips until she shook. He slid his hand up her bare back and to her head so he could bring her in for a kiss. She kissed him back like she couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t blame her as he felt the same about her. When he slid his hand out from beneath her skirt and licked his fingers, she smiled.

  “I want to lick something, too,” she said softly with a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

  “Oh, really?”

  He let her fall to her knees in front of him and had to swallow hard as she undid the button of his jeans. He slid his hand through her hair, and she smiled up at him before licking up his shaft. That damn tongue ring would be his undoing.

  He shuddered and had to hold himself back from coming right then and there. “Jesus, you look good there,” he said honestly.

  “On my knees?” she asked wryly.

  “With my dick in your hand. I’m sure you’ll like the way I look when you’re riding my face.”

  She laughed before slowly sucking on his balls. He swallowed hard and tried to keep his eyes open. He didn’t want to miss any of this. When she licked the tip of his cock, he groaned.

  “You taste just like I thought you would,” she said, almost repeating his earlier words back to him.

  “Yeah? You like it?”

  “Uh huh. Now let me get to work.” She swallowed him then, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth. What she couldn’t, she used her hands on. She worked him, her tongue ring dancing along his dick as she sucked him.

  He rocked his hips, unable to hold back, but when she hummed against him, he knew she liked it, too. She fondled his balls with one hand and reached around to his ass to run her fingers along his crack. Since he still had his jeans around his ankles, he couldn’t spread as much as he wanted to, but he wanted her hands on him, wanted everything about her on him.

  The small of his back tingled, and his balls tightened, and he knew he couldn’t stop from coming. “I’m going to come, sweetness. Tell me where you want it.”

  She looked up at him, big eyes and all hotness. When she didn’t pull back, instead opening her mouth wider, he just about fell in love. The first spurt hit her tongue, and he roared her name, his body shaking as he came.

  Jake was about to bend down and pick her up so he could kiss her once more before going down on her when someone slammed their fist on the door.

  “What the fuck?” Maya asked as she stood up on shaky legs.

  Jake frowned and put his hand on her hip.

  “Jake!” his brother Graham called out. “Get your ass out here. Murphy passed out. You need to get dressed, say goodbye to the chick, and get in the fucking car. Sorry to interrupt and all, but you didn’t answer your phone.”

  Jake cursed, his body shaking for a whole new reason. “Damn it.”
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  Maya looked at him questioningly even as she helped him zip up his pants, tucking his still hard cock, wet from her mouth, away. He saw the questions in her gaze and knew he had to at least tell her something.

  “Murphy is our youngest brother,” he said as he tied up her top. “He’s going through chemo now, but we thought he was doing okay.” Fear crawled up his spine and settled in his get. “He was supposed to be okay.” His voice cracked, and he didn’t care that Maya had heard it.

  Tears filled her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. She kissed him softly and patted his chest. “I’ll call a cab. Go to your brother. Family is important.” She gave him a sad smile. “Find me at Montgomery Ink, the tattoo shop off 16th Street Mall when you’re ready. If you want.” She paused. “I hope your brother is okay.”

  And with that, she opened the door and passed a wide-eyed Graham before walking out of Jake’s home and life.

  Three months later.

  Jake stared up at the sign to Montgomery Ink, his hands in his pockets and his heart a little heavy, wondering if he was about to make another fucking mistake. It had been three months since he’d watched Maya walk away and his life had gone to shit. Now, here he was, his beard unkempt and what felt like another decade of living on his shoulders.

  Murphy had almost died that night, and Jake wasn’t sure what he would have done if his baby brother hadn’t made it. As it was, it was still touch and go, but Murphy was stable, and Jake needed to get out of his home and out of the damn hospital. Maya had told him to come to Montgomery Ink when he could, and this was the first time he’d been able to—not only physically, but mentally, as well.

  Since the place was called Montgomery, he figured her family owned it—or rather Maya had to. He liked the idea that she had her own shop, and he knew she’d be damn good at running it and everything that came with it. She was good at so many things.

  He just hoped he wasn’t too late.

  As soon as he entered the building, his senses were assaulted with rock music, laughter, and conversation. A young kid stood at the front desk, tapping her pencil on a notepad as she studied from some textbook. There were at least eight stations around the building with what looked like a door to an office and another to a bathroom in the back.

  It was nice.

  All hot pink and black with artwork on the walls that spoke of talent. He recognized some of the work as that of the artist who had inked Maya’s skin. He’d only been with her one night, but he knew her ink like the back of his hand. He remembered it vividly. He wouldn’t call it an obsession, but it was damn close.

  “Jake?”

  His head shot up at the sound of her voice, and he froze. She stood in one of the stations, her smile wide, concern in her eyes, and another man’s arms around her waist. From the possessive way the man held her, Jake knew this guy wasn’t one of her many brothers or countless cousins.

  He was too late.

  Again.

  He pushed that thought from his mind, as well as the achy feeling in his gut, and put on a smile. He just hoped she couldn’t read him. If she could, then she’d see the smile for the fake it was.

  “Hey, Maya,” he said, his voice gruff. He cleared his throat and tried to act casual. “Nice place you have here.”

  She beamed up at him before patting the guy’s arm. When the man didn’t release her, she glared up at him and moved away. She came up to Jake and punched him on the shoulder.

  “Took you long enough to show up,” she said with a smile while studying his face. “Murphy okay?” She said the last part softly, as if afraid of the answer.

  Jake nodded. “He’s okay now. It took me a while to get here because…well…just because.”

  Maya gave him a sad smile and nodded, as well. “Well, you’re here. Welcome to my shop.”

  “Our shop,” a big, bearded dude with eyes like Maya’s said from another station.

  “That would be my brother, Austin.” Maya flipped the big man off. “We’re a new shop, but I think we’re doing pretty well. So, what do you think?”

  He met her gaze and knew if he walked out today he would never see her again. If he didn’t stay and talk, she’d be out of his life for good, and Jake wasn’t sure he could handle that.

  “It’s…fucking amazing, Maya,” he said truthfully.

  “Baby, I thought we were getting lunch,” the dude who’d had his arms around her grumbled.

  Maya rolled her eyes. “My boyfriend, Franklin.” She said it slowly, as if trying to make sure Jake understood. He got the hint, all right.

  He held back a sigh. “If you’re going out to lunch, I’ll let you go.” Jake put his hands back in his pockets. “I just wanted to say hi and maybe get some ink.” He hadn’t been here for the last part, but he wouldn’t say no to Montgomery ink.

  “Ink?” Austin asked. “We have room for some walk-ins in a bit. Why don’t you tell me what you want?”

  Maya flipped her brother off once again. “Nope. If anyone is going to give Jake a tattoo, it’s me. You don’t get to touch him.” She said the last part over her shoulder before holding her finger up to Jake. “Think about what you want. I’ll just be a sec.”

  She sauntered over to her boyfriend and said a few words to him. When Franklin patted her ass, Jake turned his attention to the books on the table by his side. He only had to wait a few minutes before the boyfriend was gone and Maya was smiling up at him.

  “We good?” she asked.

  Jake met her gaze. “We’re good.”

  She let out a relieved breath. “Good, because I like you, Jake, and I think you’ll fit in this shop just fine. Now, tell me what you’re thinking about in terms of ink.” She pulled him to her station, and he let her lead him.

  He liked Maya, and damn if he wanted to leave and never see her again. He could be her friend and be fine with it. They fit together, and if that was all he could get…well, he’d be good. Because there was only one Maya Montgomery in the world, and Jake wasn’t about to lose her.

  And one day, he’d quit getting a hard-on every time he saw her.

  Friends he could do. Friends lasted for a hell of a lot longer than sex.

  Chapter Two

  Thirteen Years Later

  “That’s it, I’m going to kick his ass,” Maya Montgomery spat as she stood up. She rolled her neck and cracked her knuckles. She wasn’t as young as she once was, but she could still take a man twice her size down.

  Callie held up her hands, her eyes wide. Her friend and fellow tattoo artist shook her head, apparently trying to rein Maya in. Good luck with that.

  “Maya, don’t kill him,” Callie pleaded.

  Maya tilted her head at her friend. “Why not? That dudebro just grabbed your ass. I need to follow him and kick his ass. And I never said anything about killing him. Too messy and too much paperwork.”

  Callie just shook her head and put her hand over her stomach. “Do it for the baby.”

  Maya narrowed her eyes. “You’re like six minutes pregnant. You can’t start using that excuse yet.”

  “I’m six weeks pregnant, and I can start using the excuse as much as I want. I had to cut liquor, fish, and other crap out of my diet, plus I can’t dye my hair for a long time, so yeah, I’m going to use this to my advantage.” She winced and rubbed her belly. “Not that it’s an excuse. Damn it! You just made me use my baby for nefarious purposes. You are pure evil.”

  Maya sighed. “I had nothing to do with that. You’re the one going evil all on your own. It’s probably hormones.”

  Callie just shook her head of black hair and flipped Maya off. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant, Maya. Because you’re going to be the one that goes crazy. I mean, honestly, you’re already a little nuts as it is.”

  Maya ignored the way her heart clutched—freaking clutched—at the thought of being pregnant and snorted. “I know what you’re trying to do. You’re keeping me here so I can’t catch up to dudebro and his dudebro posse. I’ll find him, Callie
. I always get my man.”

  That was a lie, but for a whole different reason. Maya pressed her lips together, tapping her tongue ring on the roof of her mouth. There was no use thinking about that, thinking about him. It wasn’t a thing anyway. She was Maya fucking Montgomery, and she would be just fine.

  Thank you very much.

  “Just sit down and finish that sketch so you’re ready for your next client,” Callie said sweetly. “The dumbass who dared to grab my ass is out of here without ink and without a clue. I didn’t break his fingers so that means you won’t either. Remember, Maya, I can take care of myself.”

  “That’s not what Morgan thinks.” Morgan was Callie’s Dom of a husband. A few years older than Maya, and even older than Callie, yet the two of them fit together nicely.

  “Morgan knows I can take care of myself,” Callie said with a smile. “He just knows if I need help, he’ll show up and be all badass and hot. Then we can go home and make with the sexy times.”

  Though she loved them both, Maya really didn’t want images of Morgan and Callie going at it in her head, so she pushed those thoughts away and threw herself into her chair in the corner of her station. She knew she was acting like an immature brat, but she couldn’t help it. She was just in one of those moods.

  “Fine. I’ll stay here and draw.”

  “Like it’s your job?” Austin drawled as he walked into the shop. Well, walked wasn’t a good word for what he did. He prowled. Just like the rest of the Montgomery brothers. They prowled, stalked, or strolled. A Montgomery didn’t merely walk. Even Maya’s sisters moved like the guys when they wanted to—with purpose.

  Maya, however, probably looked like she stomped around when she wasn’t putting an extra sway in her hips so she could saunter.

  And why she was thinking about different walks rather than what was going on in the shop, eluded her. Okay, that was a lie. She knew why she kept thinking of random crap. That way, she didn’t think about what was important.

  Like the fact that she was falling in love—or rather already in love—with her best friend.