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Chapter Eight

Summerville Max

S itting in Daphne Knight's tattoo chair, Max Parks feels his need pressing tightly against his fly. The woman may be his little brother's ex-girlfriend, but she's the woman Max loves. Nelson fucked up when he lost her, and he never deserved her. Max will never make the same mistakes.

Convincing the club to buy into the shop to keep her from losing it was a way to show Daphne that Max will always be here for her. He knows how much her dad’s shop means to her, and the thought of losing it caused her pain, which caused him pain.

Nelson was nothing short of pissed when the club agreed, and he’s been avoiding Max ever since. Max can only imagine the anger he’ll have if he finds out Max and Daphne are together now. He might lose his brother over this.

“Don't think I don't see what's going on there,” Daphne says, her black hair back in braids and tied up in a large bun at the top of her head. “You and your arousal from pain.”

Max smirks as he stares at the woman he's loved since he first laid eyes on her. It just really sucks the first time he saw her was on the arm of his brother. “What can I say? Tattoos get me hot. Especially when they're being done by the hottest woman I've ever met in my life.”

“You're just sweet-talking me in hopes that I'll climb on top of you in this chair, in front of the window, and relieve the ache.”

The thought had occurred to him, but he didn’t need it to be here in front of the window. “I mean every word, baby. And I don't care where we go. My favorite place is buried deep inside of you.”

The smile on her face makes his heart race. Until recently, Daphne felt she needed to make changes to her body to be sexy. She's small up top, and Nelson always wanted her to get implants because he didn't think she was attractive enough. Max doesn't care about the fact she doesn't need a bra. What he loves is the large, luscious ass on her, one he gets to massage and knead almost every night.

Her fingers reach over and unbutton his jeans as he reclines in the seat. Now that the tattoo she put on his arm is done, she turns off the lights and helps free his erection from his pants.

“I think this seat is perfectly reclined to have you sitting on my face if you're thinking about using that hot mouth on me,” Max says, his hands reaching out to grip her ass over her skirt. “You always taste so sweet.”

“You just know how to make a girl feel special,” she jokes and hops onto the chair to straddle him.

His hands cup her face, pulling her lips to his. “You know you're the most special person in my life, right?”

“I had a feeling,” she murmurs, her tongue sliding into his mouth.

Her body lowers onto his, and he realizes she sat and gave him a tattoo without any panties on. He slides into her slick heat, and he groans into her mouth.

“You're not the only one who gets turned on by tattoos. Well, I get turned on when you get turned on during tattoos.”

“Fuck, you're so tight.”

Her mouth nips at his jaw, before she leans back and rests her hands on his knees while she grinds against his pubic piercing. “You feel so good, Max,” she pants.

She must've been really turned on because he feels the muscles tightening around his cock, pulling his orgasm with hers, both crying out in pleasure in record time. His hands hold her hips as he lifts his and fills her. “Fuck, you'd think for as often as we do this that we'd be lasting longer, not finishing quicker.”

“It just shows how well you know my body. Plus, your piercings are really super helpful when it comes to making me see stars. I really, really like them.”

His hands slide up to cup her small chest, but she freezes, her head turning towards the window. No one can see anything considering they're covered by clothes, but he knows they can still get in trouble. “Cops?”

“Nelson.”

Turning, Max sees Nelson staring through the front window, his fists clenching as he stares daggers at them. Well, fuck.

Summerville Nelson

T hings with Sutton haven't been going as well as Nelson expected. He wanted to talk to Daphne because she seemed to have some insight the last time they saw each other. She knows him well enough to give it to him straight, and he wanted to know what he should do to make things better with his new girlfriend. Kind-of-girlfriend. He's not entirely sure where they stand other than not seeing other people.

He watches as she slides off of Max, and blocks him from Nelson's view as he zips up his jeans. The last thing he expected to see was his ex-girlfriend having sex with his older brother.

“Nelson,” Daphne says, opening the front door of the tattoo shop.

Rather than let them walk out, Nelson walks inside. “This makes so much fucking sense now,” he growls. “Why Max wanted the club to buy the shop. Is fucking him repayment? Are you going to work your way around the whole club now?”

“Watch it,” Max snaps protectively.

“Gotta say, I last a hell of a lot longer than that. Did you even come, Daph? Or did you fake it?”

“Stop it,” she says.

Nelson laughs. “So, faked it.”

“You really think she's faking it with all the piercings I have? Besides, there's a very specific feeling that tells you when a woman orgasms. Maybe you're not quite big enough to notice, but-”

“Fuck you!” he snaps. “How long has this been going on?”

Daphne looks ready to cry. “Nelson-”

“I'm asking my brother, you fucking whore.”

She gasps, and Max pushes him backwards. “Don't talk to her that way.”

“My ex just fucked my brother in front of one of the busiest streets in the town. I'll call her any name that seems to fit.”

“Call her a whore, and I'll break your fucking jaw. I get you're pissed and blindsided. We should have told you, but I was giving you time while you figured things out with Sutton-”

“You told him about Sutton?” He gapes at his ex.

Tears fill her eyes. “I didn't think it was a secret. Dax knew and mentioned it when I finished his tattoo-”

“Don't you ever talk about Sutton. She's not a skank like you, so keep her name out of your filthy mouth.”

One minute, he's standing and facing them, and the next, he's on the ground staring at the dark ceiling. Max not only hit him, he knocked him on his ass. “What the fuck did I say?”

“I didn't call her a whore,” he groans and rubs his jaw. “I called her a skank. I know she's a good lay, but I didn't think my own brother would turn on me for some rancid pussy.”

“Don't,” Daphne says, grabbing Max's arm and pulling him back as he winds up, ready to pounce on Nelson. “He's angry, and he has a right to be.”

“He doesn't have a right to insult you because he's angry,” he says, his eyes never leaving his brother. “Insult me. Shout and scream and punch me, but don't say a fucking word about her.”

Standing, Nelson glares at his brother. “So, this is why she and I didn't work out, huh? Because you were fucking my girlfriend behind my back? Now that I have a new one, are you going to jump on her, too?”

“Nothing happened with Max until after you and I broke up,” Daphne says quickly.

“Is that why you pierced your cock? For Daph? Did it impress her? Make her think you're better in bed than me?”

Max clenches his fists. “No, but neither of us are upset I got them. But the truth is, she wasn't going to give me a chance because of you. Because she knew you'd react like this, and I was thinking that since you'd moved on yourself, you might be an adult about the situation. It was just wishful thinking.”

He laughs. “You're fucking my ex-girlfriend, and I'm the one out of line for being angry?”

“The two of you never had anything in common!” Max screams. “I've been into her since the moment I met her, and we have more in common than even you and I do.”

“We had fucking in common. We were really good in the bedroom.”

“There's more to a relationship than sex,” Daphne says. “You and I both know we weren't compatible in any other way.”

Glaring at her, Nelson just shakes his head. “If that's what you need to tell yourself to feel a little less guilty.”

“I didn't want to come between the two of you, but Max and I work really well together.”

“Well, I hope you like a fat ass because she's got nothing else going for her. Even her pierced nipples don't make up for the fact she's basically built like a twelve-year-old boy from the waist up.”

His words hit their mark when she releases Max's arm and can't look at him. “That's just cruel.”

“I told you to get implants.”

Max grabs him by his leather and shoves him outside, slamming him against the side of the building. “If you weren't my brother, you'd be fucking dead right now.”

“If we weren't related, I wouldn't mind you taking my sloppy seconds. And I mean sloppy. She's the worst at giving head, and her snatch is so loose it was barely pleasurable. No matter how much I tried to talk her into it, she never would let me take that ass. I doubt it's much better.”

His head hits the brick as Max punches him in the eye. “You don't know what you're fucking talking about. You just want to hurt her, but instead, it'll only get you wishing I killed you.”

“You're the one picking a bitch over your own brother.”

Nelson flies headfirst into the building next to the tattoo shop, and he feels his neck compress as he sees stars. “Considering the only bitch here is you, I'm picking the woman who makes me happier than I've ever been in my life. Someone who is perfect and never felt that way because her ex was a small-packing bitch-boy who needed to tear her down to feel like a big man.”

Getting up, he feels his body aching already from the beating he's taken. “You know what? I hope you two are happy together. As far as I'm concerned, you're both dead to me, and I don't have a brother.”

He walks away and needs to lie down. Sutton's apartment is up ahead, and he buzzes, praying she's home.

“Yeah?”

“It's me,” Nelson says.

The door clicks, and he walks up to her place, his body screaming with every step. That building didn’t do him any favors.

When Sutton opens the door, she stares with wide eyes. “What happened?”

“My brother's fucking my ex,” he says and stumbles into her apartment. “Apparently, I was out of line for being pissed about it.”

“Huh,” Sutton says, grabbing an ice pack from her freezer. “They do seem like they fit together.”

“Why do people keep saying that?” he shouts and takes the ice from her. “Even when she and I were together, people fucking said that.”

Staring, she pauses for a few moments. “If you're not still into her, why are you so angry about this?”

“It's the ultimate betrayal! On top of that, he convinced the club to buy her shop. I don't have to be pining away for her to feel a certain way. That not only is the club in business with her, but my brother's fucking her.”

“You said you never loved her, and you don't know that you really liked her outside of the bedroom. Who cares if she's with Max? And the club loves tattoos. That's just smart business.”

Growling, he glares at her. “You know, you sound like you're trying to tell me to move on.”

“You haven't moved on?”

“No!”

“Then what the hell is this, Nelson? No, you don't want Daphne; you're just pissed she moved on with someone who fits her better. If you don't move on, you and I can't do this. This doesn't work if you act like that.”

He laughs. “That's real rich. You know, why don't you come and talk to me about moving on when you put on your big girl panties and find your real father. Or talk to your fake father. Either one.”

Her eyebrows lift, and she takes a step back. “What?”

“Rather than just fucking me as a distraction to stop yourself from thinking about finding Ryan and avoiding talking to Cannon, maybe deal with the situation. Then we can talk about moving on.”

“Get out.”

Sutton didn't scream it. She doesn't hit him. There's no shake in her voice. All he sees are tears in her eyes, and he knows he crossed a line. “Sutton-”

“Go back to the clubhouse and find a club bunny to spend your nights with. Or go back to the bar and find a blonde to take home. Either way, get the hell away from me. Don't call me. Don't text me. Don't look at me if we see each other.”

“Sutton, I'm sorry-”

“If you don't leave, I'm calling the cops.”

Cops? Nelson hands her the ice pack, and he steps outside of her apartment. Just as he turns to try and apologize again, she slams it shut, and he hears the chain lock followed by the bolt lock.

Well, shit. He just pissed off the only girl who has ever meant anything to him, someone he thinks he could easily fall in love with, and hurting her pains him more than anything else he's ever done in the past. He's a complete jackass because he's angry, and he took it out on Sutton. Maybe this is all for the best. If no one can quite understand why he's so angry, maybe it's better to be on his own.