"No Luke." Her own words seemed useless as they brushed past his ears, missing their target. She tried pushing him away but her arms felt limp.
"Just tonight." He whispered gruffly in her ear. "Then you can go back to doing whatever you want with him."
"Jealousy is not a good color on you, Killer." She moaned when he turned her around and his hands slid down to secluded areas.
"Then what is?"
Kegan couldn't find the words he wanted to hear. Luke didn't mind when she didn't have an answer because she didn't know. Instead, he grabbed her hands that were clawing at his arms and placed them on the wall in front of her.
"You know," She started sucking in a breath, "It's a shame all those tattoos went to w-waste."
"I wouldn't say a waste." He murmured against her pale skin. His tattooed ha
