Tattered Love (Needle's Kiss)

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    Lying there with Mace encasing me, felt good. Mix that with thinking about said skill and the fact he was still half hard inside me, my body kicked into gear again. I was more than content to stay in bed with him all day, but I had appointments. Looking over at the clock, I realized there were still a few hours to get to the shop. I lifted my head and licked at his nipple; the shining metal barbell provided too much temptation, and I knew the effect it had on most people. I wasn’t disappointed when I flicked it a few more times and pulled gently with my teeth. Mace groaned, the vibrations sending a wave of arousal through me. One more little tug and he was as hard as nails again. I proceeded to make good use of his generous reaction until it was time to get out of bed and get to work.
    I was getting pissy at myself. All day, my thoughts were constantly drifting to Mace. I was being a girl. I hated being girly—all those weird things they do, like mooning over dudes, yeah, that really wasn’t me. I kinda hated how much I loved him; it was a bit sickening. But I was really looking forward to tonight, drinks, shooting some pool at Bob’s. I was still limiting myself though; I didn’t ever plan on puking all over Mace again, or anyone else for that matter.
    Closing time couldn’t come quick enough, especially for the fact my day consisted of one tattoo and four piercings, one of which was on a smelly guy’s junk, not at all pleasant, and a chick who literally came when her nipples were done. Twice. One orgasm for each nipple; it was awkward to say the least.
    Once the store was locked up, I made my way to the bar. My baby rumbling under my ass, the engine purring as I pulled up out the front, I saw Mace waiting for me by the front doors. I needed to put time aside to bathe her and give her some attention, before she started feeling neglected. I fucking loved my car. Before I even had my hand on the door, Mace appeared. He reached in and pulled me out. Taking me by surprise, he pushed me back against the door, hands on my ass and laid a scorching-hot wet kiss on me. Before I even realized it, we were full on making out against my car. Mace lifted his head and rather than saying hello he said in that low deep raspy voice, “Gonna fuck you hard over the hood of that car, babe.”
    That idea sounded more than good, and I was so damn turned on I was about ready to make it happen right there in the public parking lot. God, Mace had me hooked. I couldn’t get enough of him.
    He helped right my clothes, taking a moment to get ourselves under control. Then we made for the front doors of Bob’s. Taking in the fairly packed bar, I spotted Teeny, Trip, Remy and Mace’s best friend Jude gathered around by the pool tables. As we made it closer, the tension was palpable from Teen and Trip mostly. It occurred to me, I’d been so wrapped up in Mace, literally and figuratively, that Teen and I hadn’t spent a lot of time together. I had been a shitty-ass best friend.
    I did know something was going on with the two of them. She’d let it slip over drinks a few weeks back. Time to find out exactly what the hell was going on there. Not one for beating around the bush, I came straight out with it. “What the fuck’s goin’ on between you two?” A look of guilt crossed Teeny’s face. Trip looked down at his overly-interesting boots and Mace choked down a laugh behind me. “Out with it then, don’t fuck with me.”
    Trip looked up and I pinned him with a look that said I was far from screwing around. “Nothin’, we’re good. S’all good, right, Teen?” Trip mumbled without looking her way.
    “Oh, we’re mother-fuckin peachy, honey,” she replied in a fake peppy voice, glaring daggers at the back of his head before stomping off toward the restrooms, shoulder barging him on the way past.
    Oh shit . I squeezed Mace’s hand that was wrapped around my hip and took off after her. Teeny wasn’t one for drama, so this had to be something serious.
    “Teen, babe, what’s up?” I asked when I found her standing by the sink washing her face.
    “I’m fine, Scar. Really, I’m okay.”
    “What? You are so full of shit, but fine. You don’t wanna talk about it now? We won’t, but you will. Soon. Tomorrow night, girls’ night at your place, right?” She looked up at me put on a forced smile and nodded. “Let’s go get you a strong drink then.” I grabbed her and drew her in for a hug
    “I’ll pass on the