Free Dark Ink Tattoo: Episode 2 by Cassie Alexander Page B

I would’ve dreamed of – blood. Both to drink – and to see spilled. Whoever had killed Bella had to pay.
    I reached for my phone with my free hand. 
    My first text was from Mattie, telling me a new window’d been successfully installed at Dark Ink – but that Angela had cancelled nightshifts until further notice. That was worrisome, as I still needed the income – but it proved that she was scared. I’d have to ask her why, but tonight off might be fortuitous, because my next text was a half hour old, from Paco. 
    Free?
    Yeah. I texted him back. Hopefully he hadn’t made other plans – but he knew the rules I played by. Can I bring OJ? Our code words for if I could bleed him. If I couldn’t I might have to make other plans – the kind of things I wanted to do tonight required blood. 
    Only if you bring Oreos, he texted back . I smiled darkly at my phone.Oreos were everyone’s favorite post-bleeding snack.
    Done, I sent back and sat up inside my coffin, already beginning to feel more alive.
    * * *
    I showered and drove out to Paco’s. He lived in a fancy mansion at the edge of town, one with an infinity pool and a view of the mountains. It wasn’t his, it was the magician he was monogamish’s with, but the magician left town pretty often – and the last time he’d done a tour on a cruise I’d pretty much moved in, Sugar and all.
    I parked in the driveway and grabbed the Oreo’s I’d promised, walking up just as Paco opened the door.
    “Jack,” he said, smiling at me. He was as tall as I was, wearing loose shorts and a tight white tee that showed off all his muscles. Every time I saw him I remembered the first time we’d met, when I’d lured him into a club’s bathroom to bleed, and wound up fucking him instead, both of us twined inside a tight stall, me pounding him as the dance music pounded the wall opposite. “How is it that we both have the same night off?”
    “Don’t know, don’t care,” I said, dropping the cookies to the ground before reaching for him.
    Our mouths met as I pressed him up against the wall of his entry way. My needs tonight were savage, stabbing me from the inside out. I leaned my whole body against his, running one hand up his shirt, using the other to twist the waistband of his shorts and pull him toward me, as my tongue pushed deeply into his mouth.
    He shivered, a full body thing, not just due to the night air I’d brought inside with me. I knew he cared for me, and I for him, and yet every time we met I knew he couldn’t help but remember what I was – even if I’d promised I’d never bleed him without warning. I pulled back, biting on his lower lip, rocking my hips against him. “Sorry,” I apologized.
    The corners of his lips quirked up into a warm smile. “Don’t be,” he said, and his hands reached for my waist.
    Our hands were all over each others bodies – there was no place that Paco wasn’t perfect, I knew because I’d kissed them all before. In moments our clothes were tugged at, then off, and kicked aside, and we were stumbling naked, mauling one another. He pushed me towards the hallway toward the bedroom, but that was too far – I shoved him towards the living room.
    I kissed him hard, then pulled back again, both our cocks were hard between us, and seeing his – I reached down inside his shorts and glided my hand over his cock’s silky surface, watched him shudder and heard him purr.
    “I love your cock,” I whispered, as I pressed him against the high back of his boyfriend’s designer sofa.
    “Jack,” he whispered back, his breath warm against my ear, my name an invitation.
    I let go of his cock and spun him, then pulled him back against me, so he was trapped, both of us staring through immense windows at the moonlit desert night.
    “Nothing out there is as beautiful as you.” I licked up from his shoulder to his ear, and he reached up to claw his hand through my hair. I waited for a moment, relaxing into the feel of his back