Page 50 of Under Kid’s Protection

“Whatever it is,” he said, “you look good.”

Smiling widely, she preened. “Thanks. Wait until you see the finished product.”

“I can’t wait.” He knocked on her doorframe before pushing off it and stepping back. Once again, he hesitated.

Don’t go. The two words lingered on her tongue, but she couldn’t say them. This was the best course of action for both of them. She couldn’t be a phoenix rising from the ashes of her old life if she clung to the first guy who came around after Mike. She needed to spread her wings and grow as a person without training wheels.

Not to mention, Kid and his club were at the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. He had a studio to run and a club to grow. A woman clamoring for his time was the last thing he needed. Especially one with as much baggage as she had.

No.

This was the right choice.

She had to let him move out.

“Oh!” He broke into her thoughts. “If you’re ready, I have some time tomorrow for your cover-up.”

Cover-up? She furrowed her brows as she scanned her brain for what the hell that meant. What was he talking about?

Apparently picking up on her confusion, he gestured toward her crotch.

Heat filled her cheeks, and she instinctively covered the area between her legs. Her head bowed as the lingering reminder of her greatest shame popped into her mind. The scorpion tattoo that Mike had inked on her pussy practically burned beneath her clothes.

“I have three ideas for you to choose from,” he said softly. “I think you’ll love them.”

Anything would be better than the permanent mark Mike had left.

Before she could nod, the familiar feeling of his finger curled beneath her chin tingled against her skin.

She met his gentle hazel eyes as tears filled her own. A vise tightened around her heart and made it hard to breathe. His hair fell over his forehead but didn’t block out his face. Colored ink crawled up his neck, but his features were unmarred.

Kid was a beautiful man. The woman who got to keep him would be fortunate.

“Don’t hide from me,” he whispered.

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Kid

The red. The orange. The feathers. Whatever Carrie’s costume was supposed to be, she was devilishly delicious. Kid’s cock was at full attention. His mouth watered. She had captivated him not only with her attire, but with the softness and vulnerability she showed him.

This resilient, delicate flower of a woman held the power to make his knees weak just by existing in the same room as him. He couldn’t help himself. She needed to know that what the Bloody Scorpions had done to her didn’t define her. She was a goddess.

When Carrie finally met his gaze after bringing up her tattoo, he lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers. Soft and sweet, he kissed her. For the last time.

She stepped into him and pressed her body against his, and his dick twitched. The feathers around her neck tickled his chin. Her arms circled his shoulders, and he rested his hands on the slight flare of her hips.

When her tongue swiped over his, he groaned. While he never considered himself a man of good sense, whatever logic and resolve he possessed left his head. All that mattered was Carrie and making her feel as amazing as he did in her presence.

His fingers slid around and cupped her ass, then he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles behind him and securing her place against him. Their kiss intensified as he nipped at her bottom lip, his hunger for her growing.

Once more.

Carefully, he carried her to the bed before tossing her onto the mattress.

She giggled and bounced slightly as he undid his belt. The sound of her laughter stroked his soul and his cock, making it strain and leak into his boxers. No one had ever had this effect on him before. He’d been aroused and horny, but this was different.

He’d crushed on her from the moment they met, before he ever wore a patch. Hell, before he had pubes. Over the last few months, his affection for her grew to the point he couldn’t stand the intensity. They’d traveled the path of temptation, and being with her was better than he’d ever anticipated sex with someone could be.