Free Marks on My Skin (Love & Ink #1) by J A Howell Page B

like my socks.” She frowned at me and handed me the pipe. I took another hit and smirked.
    “I just didn’t expect Bambi. I like them.”
    Shayne grinned and looked down at them. “Yeah? Hmm, you thirsty or anything?” She stepped closer, plucking the pipe out of my fingers, and wrapping her lips around the tip. I nodded and sucked in a breath, a pleasant buzz already settling over me. She flashed me a cat-like grin, handed the pipe to me again, and sauntered to the fridge.
    I sank down onto the couch, unsure whether it was the weed or her that was making me lightheaded. A minute later something brushed against my knee and I opened my eyes, not even realizing I’d closed them. Shayne was leaned over me holding a can of soda.
    “Here.” Her breasts heaved inches from my face. I took another hit, long and slow to calm the heat rolling through me, then took the drink from her hand.
    “Thank you.” My voice came out gruff. Shayne laughed and pulled herself up, taking an equally deep hit. I wanted to pull her down into my lap, but right now wasn’t the time. Despite our altered states, I knew she was still upset. “Shayne, maybe we should—”
    “I feel like dancing, hmm?” She was already across the room, bent over in front of the stereo system. I fought back a groan, watching her arse wiggle in the air as she rummaged through her CD collection and finally slipped one into the player.
    “Shayne, wait—”
    “Do you like the Yeah Yeah Yeahs? I saw them in concert once” She looked back at me with a wide grin, eyes narrowed and heavy. Yeah, she was baked.
    “I do, actually. But Shayne—” Music blared through the speaker, drowning out my words. I sighed and stood up, intent on talking to her. Shayne swayed to the music with her arms draped over her head and her hair falling in her face. Her eyes were shut and tears glinted in the corners. The sight made my heart drop and I took a cautious step toward her, feeling a little unsteady myself. I touched a hand to her shoulder and she turned, nudging her cheek against my palm.
    “Shayne…” My voice was just loud enough to hear over the music. Her eyelids fluttered open and a slow, relaxed smile curled on her lips. “Shayne maybe we should talk about—’
    “Mmm, I don’t want to talk right now. Dance with me, Kieran?”
    “Um, okay. But I’m not that good.”
    Shayne giggled and it spread through the room like a million tiny chimes. How could I tell her no with those wide brown eyes pleading with me?
    “C’mere.” She grabbed my hand, pulled me closer, and wrapped her arms around my neck. The sweet yet earthy scent of her and the pungent scent of weed filled my nose. I breathed in and closed my eyes, tentatively putting my hands on her hips. Shayne emitted a soft, content noise. She raked her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck and I shivered.
    “Shayne…” my voice came out in an odd croak. I opened my eyes, startled by the noise. Shayne giggled again, smiling at me with half-lidded eyes, apparently finding the sound rather amusing. The song changed to one with a slow tempo carried by a heavy drum beat and Shayne turned around in my arms, relaxing against me. My hands moved on their own, running down the curve of her hips. She pressed her arse against me and breath rushed from my lungs at the feeling of her slow, rhythmic gyrations.
    I tried again to say something, to stop her, but her name left my lips in a deep groan. Shayne slid her hands over mine and dragged them up her body in response. She pressed them to her breasts and gave them an encouraging squeeze. I fondled them, circling my fingertips over her nipples and let out a harsh hiss of breath against her neck My cock roused to life and I pressed my stiffness against her arse.
    I tried to pull my hands away. She didn’t want this, she didn’t want me. But her grip tightened and she pressed my hands into her breasts, her nipples pebbling between my fingers.
    “Please.” She