Ink

Ink

Defenders MC

Book 9

Amanda Anderson

Copyright © 2015 by Amanda Anderson

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Printed in the United States of America

Other Works by this Author

Full length Novels

Christina’s Chance

Mystery Lover

A Beautifully Normal Life

In Love With The Wrong Cowboy

Reclaiming Life

Too Much Trouble

Life, Love, and Second Chances

Alaska Series

An Alaska Thing

Something About Alaska

The Tiger Series

The Tiger Within (Book 1)

Highland Tigress (Book 2)

Captive Tigress (Book 3)

Stripes (Anthology Containing Books 1-3)

Freeing the Tiger’s Soul (Book 4)

Defenders MC Series

Shadow

Lawless

Rider

Ace

Mike

Spec

Tommy Rich

Choo-Choo

Valentine

Ink

Novellas

Samantha’s Choice

Redemption of a Soiled Dove

Taming a Montana Maverick

One Good Cowboy

Vengeance

Sabrina

Dear Readers,

              Thank you for your purchase.  I hope you enjoy this title as much as I enjoyed writing it.  Many of our favorites never get their story told, but due to the demand for this one I felt compelled to give you more of Ink and Angel.  It is not the story of their past, but I tried to give you enough to explain things, but I really wanted to give you this story.  The story of how a man and a woman fight to save their marriage against some pretty hard odds.  Their love held them together.

              I also wanted to give you some insight into the rest of the family.  I tried to bring to light many of the questions you had asked and make you love these amazing men a little more deeply.

              Happy reading!

Dedication

This book would not have been possible without the encouragement and many, many requests from one of you.

Thank you Lauren for all of your reviews and never ending support.  It is greatly appreciated.

Prologue

Ink sat back on the couch and watched Angel as she took care of the bar in the clubhouse.  He loved watching her move, the sway of her hips, the way that little dimple peeked out when she laughed.  Things had been so good between them since they’d really talked back in October.  Life had been great. 

He partly had his cousin Mina to thank for that.

He grinned to himself.  Angel had finally agreed to have another baby and she was almost four months along now.

They would have a new baby by fall.

Ink felt like a pussy when he thought of how many hours he had just looked at Angel lately.  She looked so radiant carrying his child.  He couldn’t touch her enough, her belly had grown round and somehow he loved her more.  It had taken time, but she had started to see herself as the woman that fulfilled him and she seemed happier.  There were still times when he saw shadows in her eyes or times when she threw herself at him, but he just held onto her and loved her the way he knew she loved to be loved.  Marriage was a partnership and she had to trust him to be half of that.

It had taken years, but they were finally happy again.

That’s usually when things went to shit.

Ink looked up when the door opened.  He was expecting someone.  He knew this run might shake things up with Angel a little, but they always came back to good.  There was just some things a man had to do.  Sometimes a man needed to feel like he was one of the good guys for a change.  Angel would understand that.  She always understood him.  He just hoped she trusted him enough to get it done before he had to explain.  It wasn’t safe to tell her anything before he left.

She met his eyes and she sent him a smile that melted him.  He was getting soft and mushy over his wife.  What kind of biker was he?

Zipper walked in holding a big white envelope.  He spotted Ink and nodded before he made his way to sit beside him on the couch.

“Just the man I wanted to see.”  Zipper grinned.  “Well after I deliver this to Choo-Choo anyway.  Seen him?”

“Nah, him and Josie are out looking at houses or land or some shit.”  Ink answered, his eyes drawn back to Angel. 

She looked up and paled when she saw who he was talking to.  Zipper started talking as she took a step toward them shaking her head.

“Is it true?”

“What?”  He couldn’t figure out why Angel would look so stricken.  Her smile had dropped from her face and she was pale.

Zipper was staring at her with a wild gleam in his eyes.

“Angel’s knocked up again?”  Zipper asked.

“Yeah.  About four months.”  Ink didn’t like this.  Something was terribly wrong.

“You slick fucker.  Waited long enough.  I’ve been dying for another go at her.  That’s one fan-fucking-tastic rule by the way.”

Ink frowned.  “What rule is that?”

“She can fuck all she wants when she’s knocked up.  No risk and she gets her kicks in too.  Still the same rules this time?”

Zipper was oblivious to the tension that had settled around the room.  Or was he?  Ink didn’t even have to ask her, he could tell by the look on her face that Zipper was telling the truth.  All of the lies came crashing down around him.  She hadn’t been worried about him being unfaithful as much as she had been paying penance.

Ink felt his stomach roll.  He was going to be sick if he had to sit there another second.  All this time he had just been a pity fuck because she felt guilty.

“Same rules.  Have a good time brother.”  He said as he walked to the door.  He didn’t mean it, but the sting of betrayal was tough to swallow.  He would kill the son of a bitch later if he touched Angel, might anyway, but he had things to do right now and he needed Angel not to ask questions.

Jazz walked in just before he reached the door and he pulled her close and kissed her like he was starving for her.  The taste of her exploded on his tongue.  She tasted just like he remembered and he closed his eyes to the memories.  There had been a time when he had been certain Jazz would be his old lady, but Angel had stolen his heart the first time he’d looked in her eyes.

Right on queue Jazz wrapped around him and moaned as she returned his kiss.  He heard Angel call his name, but he couldn’t look back.  There would be time to sort it out and if Angel chose to bed his brother then so be it.  Ink would carry her sins on his shoulders and the blood of a brother on his hands.  Right now he needed to get the hell out of there and he needed a reason to leave without being questioned.  Angel’s infidelity saved him a hell of a lot of trouble.  He hated it, but he would deal with it later.

He pulled Jazz with him and walked toward his bike.  He needed to ride and right that moment he was glad he had planned this little run.  This would give him time to get his thoughts in order and ease his guilt all at the same time.

“You gonna tell me what that was all about?”  Jazz said as she strapped on her helmet.

“Later.  Right now we need to get you out of here and get you on your feet.  I owe you that.”

He spun out of the parking lot, but he couldn’t resist a look back.  He knew she would be standing there.  He felt her eyes on him.  He couldn’t see her beautiful blue eyes, but he knew they would be full of tears.

Pain twisted his gut.  He didn’t care that she had fucked some shithead ex years ago.  He didn’t care because she was all he had ever wanted and he had known that something had changed her, he just wasn’t willing to find out what it had been, too afraid it was him.  That had been his weakness.  He had ignored her secret to protect his own pride and it had hurt them both for too long. 

That was over now.  There would be no other secrets between them.  When he got home they would work it all out, but he had to do this first.

There would be time to get it all sorted out and they would spend the rest of their lives loving each other the way they should, without secrets and insecurities.  Because Angel was all he wanted.  She was his other half and he wouldn’t let anything or anyone separate them.

One

Past

Ink pressed his hand against Jazz’s back.  Her golden skin fascinated him almost as much as the ink blotch tattoo she’d had him ink on her lower back.  He’d laughed when she’d told him what she wanted, but it had turned him on.  She’d asked him to mark her in a permanent way and that’s what he needed in his life.  Permanence.  Belonging.  Someone to share his lonely life with.

She was perfect for him.  She made him feel like a king.  She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.  Her dark eyes that slanted just enough to make her look exotic, her long black hair that he liked to wrap around his fist like a rope.  And she loved it.  She loved everything he gave her and begged for more.

“Harder baby.”  She moaned as she reached back and sank her nails into his thigh.

He gave her everything she asked for and more.  He never worried about hurting her, she loved it.

He felt something off, but he was too excited to stop.  He pounded into her until he filled her with his passion.

He leaned on her back as he tried to catch his breath.  She was his.  He knew it.  He almost said it out loud, almost opened his mouth when the door banged open.

“Fuck yeah.  Pull out and share.”  Moose said from where he lounged by the door.

“No chance Moose.  What the fuck do you want?” 

“Ink.”

“Yeah, well give me a sec here.”  Ink said as he straightened and pulled out of Jazz. 

Moose groaned as he watched Ink’s dick pull out of Jazz.

“Fuuuuck.  You left a little Ink in there man.”

Ink looked down to see his release dripping from Jazz.  Then he looked at his dick.  He cursed before he tossed the broken condom to the trashcan and tucked himself back in his pants.  He ran his hand over her tattoo and smacked her ass.

“See you later baby girl.  Go take care of that shit.”  He said as he watched his cum drip from her and land on the floor.  That was so fucking hot.  He reached out and ran his finger up her slit, spreading his seed over her.  She moaned and lifted her ass for him.

“Come on man, I need a piece of that.”  Moose said as he reached for his belt.

“Not her man, not her.”  Ink said in a low voice, pleading.

Ink knew that he had no claim on Jazz as far as the club was concerned.  She was a club girl and for the brothers.  He was just a prospect, but he and Moose were tight.

Jazz stayed where she was.  Ink knew she wouldn’t protest if Moose stepped up and fucked her, it was what was expected of her, but Ink couldn’t stand it at that moment.

“Fuck it, no time anyway.  Next time Jazzy Jazz and I want a blowjob as a bonus.”

“You got it sweetheart.”  She purred.

Jazz pulled her panties back into place and her skirt down.  She wrapped around Ink like a scarf and kissed him until he couldn’t think. 

He heard Moose’s low laugh and pulled away.

“Fuck man, you got it bad.  Don’t shackle yourself to that pussy before you get to try all of it.”  Moose winked.  “That is some brotherly advice just for you.  Consider it your tip.”

Ink shook his head.  He didn’t want any pussy, but Jazz. 

“In one ear, out the other.  Poor bastard.” 

Ink walked back into the shabby tattoo parlor the club owned.  He was happy to have the job.  He wasn’t thrilled about the other duties he had to perform as a prospect.  That shit rubbed him the wrong way, but he kept his mouth shut and did as he was told.  He wanted this more than anything he had wanted since he got out of the Army.  He wanted that fucking patch.

“There’s a run tomorrow night.  You need to make sure you’re available for it.  I’ll make sure you have the info on it.”

Ink tilted his dark head.  “Why do you care?”

“You seem solid and we need fresh blood.”

Ink wanted to grin, but he didn’t.  He had to be tough.  This was the life he had chosen.  It was a life for tough men who did shit others couldn’t even think about.  They did things that gave other men nightmares, but they had to do them to live this life of freedom.

“What are you looking for today?”  Ink asked.

“Club tat.  Ace brought one home with him from the fucking big house.  Scary fucker, but he proved his shit in there and Ace’s respect.”

Ink stepped into the bay that held his station.  A man with short, almost white hair stood with his arms crossed.  His blue eyes were as cold as ice and he looked pissed, but Ink figured that was just the way he held his face.

“Ink meet Lawless.  Just been voted in by the brothers.”

“How’s that, I’ve never seen him before.  There a fast track I don’t know about?”  Ink said as he crossed his arms and mirrored the fucker’s posture.

“Look at this shit.  We gonna need a ruler to measure dicks or what?”  Ace laughed in that jolly old Santa way he did.

“You’d need more than a ruler.”  Lawless put in.

“It’s alright Ink.  Law was in with me for a stint.  Earned his colors on the inside.  He needs you to take care of that if you don’t have a problem with that.  He has a few scars too if that would make it easier for you to swallow.”

Ink shook his head.  “No problem.”

Lawless pulled off his shirt and Ink took a deep breath.  There were several long scars across Law’s pale skin.  He had been through something that looked fucking painful.

Ink met the man’s icy eyes and allowed his respect to reflect in his own.  Law didn’t say a word, but his head tilted slightly and he nodded just the tiniest bit.

Ink stepped up and gathered the things he would need.  This would take a long damned time and he was already tired.

The bell above the door jingled.

“We’re closed.”  Ink said without turning around.

“Not to me you little fucker.”  Zipper shouted back.

Ink hated Zipper.  The fucker was three years younger than Ink, but had made brother a few months ago.  He was a cocky bastard and Ink would love nothing better than to cut his balls off.  Zipper made Jazz’s life hell too.   He knew she couldn’t do a damn thing about it while she worked at that damned strip club. 

He had fucked her in the club in front of everybody and several others followed suit.  She had cried about it later and Ink had almost lost his shit, but he couldn’t do that if he wanted to make brother.

Ink clenched his teeth until they hurt.

“Fucking prick.”  Law spat and reached for the knife at his belt.”

Ink liked the man instantly.  He showed excellent judgment as far as Ink was concerned.

“Easy boys.  He’s still a brother.”  Moose stepped closer to the bed Law laid on as if he would stop him from gutting Zipper if he took a notion to.

Zipper stepped around the partition.  Moose cursed low.

“Angel shit.  What the fuck are you doing here?  Your daddy is going to shit a brick and your brother might have issue with it too.”  Moose shook his head.  “That fucker scares the shit out of me and I am not willing to die so you can get your kicks.”

“Like I give a shit.” 

Ink’s breath stopped.  That voice did things to him that he didn’t know could be done.  He looked down at his hand.  It shook.

What the fuck?

“Well shit, ain’t that interesting?”  Lawless had pulled himself up to sit on the table.

Ink turned to see who owned the voice that had just fucked up his world.

She was a tiny thing.  Little freckles across her turned up nose.  He couldn’t stop his eyes from traveling up to her eyes.  They were so blue that the sky would always seem dimmer.

Fuck he sounded like a pussy.

“Well who is this?”  She said in that voice that demanded an answer. 

This was no club girl.

“Well Princess.  This is Ink and you need to get your ass back home before your daddy guts us all for this shit, not to mention your mama.”  Ace shivered, but wore a grin that said he loved this girl.

“Oh Ace, you worry too much.”  She walked up to Ink and slid her hand over his arm.  “Where have you been hiding?”

Present

Ink tried to push that memory away. 

That one touch had been all it had taken for him to forget about Jazz and fall head over boots in love with a girl he’d never seen before that day.  He had finished Law’s tat, but Angel hadn’t left and she had told Zip they were finished within five minutes.  Ink had always told himself that she had felt something the same way he had, but he wondered sometimes if she wasn’t just looking for the man who could show her the best time.  He looked tough with his tattoos and piercings and his ink black hair.  Maybe that had been it with her.

No.  She loved him.  She had loved him through it all or she wouldn’t have felt so guilty.

He shook his head to try to clear it.  He didn’t want to think of her, not right now.  He had to think about Jazz.

He had to keep his promise.

Jazz ran her hand down his belly.  It would be so easy to let her keep going.  So easy to pay back Angel’s treachery with treachery, but her touch didn’t burn him like it once had.  Not since that night.

He grabbed her hand and moved it to his hip.

He pulled off at a rundown motel and cut the engine.  He waited for Jazz to climb off his bike before he did the same.

“Come on baby.  Let’s get a room.”  Jazz slid against him just like she used to.

“You know better than that shit Jazz.”  He shoved her away a little harder than he’d meant to, but she just grinned.

“She will never believe a word you say.  May as well do what she’s thinking.  She will torture you for it if she ever takes you back.”  She let out an airy laugh.

“I think I know my wife better than you do Jazz.”

“Sure you do baby.  Just like you knew she fucked Zipper while Cat was in the oven.”

Rage boiled in Ink’s gut.  He had never wanted to hit a woman so badly in his life.  Instead he leaned close and spoke low.

“I am keeping my promise to you, but I won’t listen to your shit.  Shut your fucking mouth or I will dump you in a ditch somewhere and drive the fuck away.  Don’t push me and don’t you ever say my daughter’s name again or I will cut out your tongue.”

“What about your son?  What about Noah?  Can I say his name?  Huh?  Since I pushed him out of my pussy, do I get to say his fucking name?”

Ink’s hand shot out before he even thought about it.  His fingers wrapped around Jazz’s throat until her eyes bugged out.

Jazz paled.  “You swore.”  She choked.

“I’m keeping my promise, but you have to shut the fuck up and let me think.  I could kill you.  I could dump you by the road and nobody would fucking care.  Then I could drive up to you family’s house and take my fucking kid, but I’m trying to be a good fucking man and do this your way.  Do yourself a favor and shut the fuck up.”

Tears leaked from her eyes.  “I’ve kept my word too Ink.  I didn’t tell anybody.  I just want to get away.  I appreciate you helping me out.  I’m so tired of those assholes treating me like trash.  I want a life.  I’m sorry, but you know she won’t forgive you.  You might as well stay with me.  We can be a family.”  She ran her hand up his chest again.  “You know I would take care of you.”

“We both know that will never happen.”

“But why?  I’m a sure thing.”

“I’d rather have a chance with her than a sure thing with you.”

“You will regret this for the rest of your life.”

“No.  I would regret fucking you, but never loving her.  Even if I die tomorrow.  You are my regret, you.”

He turned and walked to the motel office.