The woman’s legs were gorgeous, but he had already noticed that. It took a few moments before he understood what he had been looking for. Most women who had leg tattoos stuck to the outer thigh, calf, or ankle. These zones were the least painful for getting intricate art. This beauty, however, had as much ink on her inner thighs as she did the outer. There was also a full color flower on the back of one of her knees.
No one got tattoos there without a high level of pain tolerance. It was a clue that this was a woman who might crave what they could give her. Society looked down on people who enjoyed mixing pain with pleasure. It often led to people repressing and denying what made them feel good.
Ink didn’t care what most people thought about the kinds of things he and Hannibal did in the bedroom. He had decided a long time ago that if a woman was ever going to be their Old Lady, she would need to have a unique blend of strength and submission. That combination was as rare as water in the desert, and he had accepted that they wouldn’t find anyone, but Hannibal still held out hope.
It was an interesting risk they were about to take. If all they wanted was a single night with this woman, the gentle seduction angle would have been more likely to succeed. Ink guessed Hannibal was as tired as he was of ending up with women who only enjoyed what they could give as a novelty, not as a way of life.
Apparently, his Brother intended to push this woman to find out if she might be good for more than just a single night.
Chapter 3
Always run away from temptation, but slowly so they can catch up.
Hannibal
Hannibal couldn’t take his eyes off the absolute beauty in front of him. Her tattoos were only the start. The firm muscles hugged by the tiny little shorts made everything inside him sit up and take notice. It was all a trap.
Hell. He was a red-blooded man, and it was easy to picture her pinned between them. So tiny, yet strong. She would be gorgeous splayed out, begging for their touch. The woman tilted her head back and let out a laugh that was full of joy. The sound had his dick swelling from half-mast to full on excitement. She tossed her ponytail, dark hair whipping across her shoulders.
He wanted to see his hand wrapped in the long length as he pulled her head backwards. The sounds she would make when she was at his mercy would be filled with the same joy. Ink and he would push her until she was lost in the throes of passion. They would use every bit of their skill to bring her pleasure higher with bites of pain.
The image of her whimpering as her knees shook and her core dripped with honey was already playing across his mind. He loved the confused expression a woman got as the line between pain and pleasure blurred so much that she didn’t know what she was asking for anymore. Bringing her to that blurred line would be his privilege.
“Oh my god. I’m so glad you’re here!” Pixie bounced over to them with a big smile on her face and mischief in her eyes.
Hannibal loved the waif-like woman whom his Brother Sharp had been lucky enough to patch. He executed a fake courtly bow. “The mighty Banshee has summoned us here. We didn’t dare refuse. What’s so important that you are calling in your markers?”
The twinkle in her eye usually meant trouble, so Hannibal braced himself. “Well, I’ve got someone who wants to meet you. After I introduce you, I think you guys might give me back those markers.”
Hannibal’s eyes flicked back to the one person in the room he didn’t recognize and chuckled low in his throat. “You called your markers just to get us to meet a girl,cher? Seems like an awful waste. You could have just brought her back to the Clubhouse.”
Pixie rolled her eyes. “Not just to introduce you to a superfan. I’m calling them in to ask you guys to move up her tattoo appointments. This place is awesome.” She gestured to include the warehouse. “Jade’s finally shown me a fun way to work out. So I thought it would be a nice gift, to show how much I appreciate not having to lift heavy weights, to get you guys to fit her in sooner.”
“She’s a superfan?” Ink’s eyes twinkled at the strange term.
Sure. Both of them had plenty of people who admired their work. Over one-hundred-thousand people followed the shop’s social media, but the two of them left that to the person they had hired to run it. He guessed it made sense that they had admirers since they both had waiting lists for new customers that were over six months long.
But a superfan? Did the beautiful woman feel strongly enough about their work to call herself a superfan, or were those Pixie’s words?
“Jade! I have some people here I want you to meet.” Pixie was bouncing on her toes like an excited toddler.
The gorgeous woman, he had been having trouble keeping his eyes off of, turned her head and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw the moment that she caught sight of them. Recognition was like a light passing over her face. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped.
Jojo was returning to the floor, and the woman worked a buckle on her harness. The webbing dropped to the floor, and she hurried over to them like she was barely restraining the urge to run. The gait caused her hips to swing in a tempting rhythm that emphasized her slim waist. Her full chest pushed against a long sleeve t-shirt emblazoned with this place’s logo on it.
No makeup marred her natural beauty or was needed to draw focus on plump pink lips, or to brown eyes that sparkled in the light. Her breathing was fast, and he doubted it was from the quick trip over to meet them.
“Pixie said she knew you guys. I never thought she’d call you. I’m such a fan of your work. I’m Jade.” Her words were hurried with an edge of nerves as she stuck out her hand to shake.
Ink moved faster than him and took her hand up to his lips in his charming Southern way. He pulled her a touch closer, and Hannibal watched a slight flush as it worked its way up her neck and to her cheeks. Ink’s action allowed Hannibal to step up behind her, unable to resist the urge to get her between the two of them.
“Happy to meet you, darlin’.” Ink’s voice was filled with the Texas charm he so rarely shared.
He could see her pulse fluttering in her throat and enjoyed the startled way she looked up between the two of them. Like she didn’t know where to rest her eyes. They weren’t touching. But his dick was getting painfully hard.
The two of them had left her enough room to move out from between them if she wanted to. But she stayed still, where a slight movement would have her brushing against one or the other of them.
“How do you know our work,cher?” Hannibal smiled at her small intake of breath.