Faster (Stark Ink, #3) by Dahlia West Read Free Book Online Page A

Don’t forget, I’ve seen you race, too.”
    He laughed. “Nah. I race, baby, but I don’t get caught. But you? I don’t know.” He reached down to her arm again and clucked in admonition. “Not sure you have the best judgment. All these guys.”
    Irritation rose in Ava’s belly again. She could correct him, but why bother? He didn’t need to know anything about her for her to get what she wanted. “What’s your magic number, amigo?”
    He shook his head. “The number doesn’t matter. But I don’t go putting their names on me, either. Unless these are fake.” He teased her by rubbing her arm with his thumb. “Do these wash off?”
    Again she jerked her arm away but again wasn’t able to escape him. He had her pinned against the wall and apparently he liked having her there. Ava didn’t mind as long as he stopped insulting her. “These are real, cabrón. I promise. So is every other part of me,” she added, thinking of the Start-line Skank.
    He grinned again. “Your Spanish isn’t. It’s fake as hell, but I like it. And I’ll find out for myself which parts of you are real. I promise .”
    Ava’s heart pounded in her chest. Oh, God, how she wanted him to find out.
    “These are really good,” he added, breaking her train of thought.
    She followed his gaze back to her arm.
    “How did you afford these?”
    She smirked at him. “I win a lot of races,” she replied.  “A lot.” Technically true, but she’d still never paid for her ink.
    He nodded. “I heard that about you.”
    Ava looked up, startled. “From who?”
    “From Weasel. After you ditched me last night, I asked around.”
    “I didn’t ditch you.”
    “Chica, you did. You shot out of the Badlands like a bat outta hell. Like you’d turn into a pumpkin at midnight or something.”
    She shrugged. “I had somewhere to be.”
    He took hold of her wrist again. “With Adam, Dalton, Jonah, or DJ?”
    “You ask a lot of questions,” she told him. “Who cares?” She leaned back against the wall and grabbed his hips. She tugged but he wouldn’t budge.
    “I never got your name,” he said, running his hand along her arm again.
    Ava shivered. “Do we need names?”
    He grinned. “We will later. Most definitely.”
    “Why’s that?”
    He leaned down and brushed his lips against her ear. Ava’s whole body tingled as she breathed in his scent. Into her ear, he whispered, “Voy a coger tanto, muñeca, estarás gritando mi nombre.”
    Ava closed her eyes and licked her lips. “I have no idea what you just said, but I think I really, really want you to do it to me, whatever it is.” She reached up and ran her fingers through his thick, dark hair.
    He pulled away from her just a bit.
    Ava fought the urge to grab him and pull him back to her, to taste him.
    “My name’s Emilio,” he told her. His parted lips were full and inviting.
    All the better to eat you with , Ava thought and shuddered.
    He grinned again. “As in, ‘Emilio, yes! Oh, Emilio, don’t stop. Harder. Emilio, dios mio, just like that.’ ”
    Now it was Ava’s turn to grin. “You’re pretty cocky,” she told him with a smirk. Sure he was hot and sure she’d love to get her hands on him, but chances were he was all talk. Most guys were. As if he could almost read her mind, he moved in again. This time he firmly took hold of her hips, pressed her tightly against the wall. He ground himself against her.
    Ava gasped and sucked in a sharp breath.
    That grin again.
    “Oh, I’m definitely cocky .”
    His mouth came down on hers. Ava melted against him. His tongue teased its way past her lips and she couldn’t help but think of it as a preview for coming attractions. She tasted him again— dark and dangerous— and only wanted more. Fate had other, less interesting plans, though.
    Emilio tore his lips from hers as he was jostled from behind. As he pulled away, his fierce expression made Ava’s breath catch in her throat. Thankfully, he directed the piercing look