Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 107498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
She nods please.
I climb into the bed. Onto her.
She wraps her arms around my chest.
I nudge her legs apart.
With one swift motion, I slide inside her.
Fuck.
She's so fucking soft.
So wet.
So mine.
She rocks her hips to meet me.
We fall into a rhythm, moving together, breathing together, hearts beating together.
I bring my lips to hers.
I kiss her as I fuck her.
And we stay locked like that, limbs tangled, tongues dancing, bodies moving together.
Until she pulls back to groan against my neck. To claw at my back. To groan my name again and again as she comes.
Fuck, the way she pulses around me—
I'll never get enough of that.
It pushes me over the edge.
It always does.
With my next thrust, I come.
Pleasure spills through my body. From my cock to my pelvis, my thighs, my torso, my arms, my legs.
All the way to my fingers and toes.
I thrust through my orgasm. I spill every drop inside her.
Then I collapse next to her and pull her into my arms.
We stay pressed together until we catch our breath.
She looks up at me with an ocean of affection in her eyes. "Was that my surprise?"
I shake my head. "We're due there in an hour."
She nods.
I slide my hand between her legs. "I have forty-five minutes to make you come again."
"If I want to shower?"
"Thirty."
Her lips curl into a smile. "That might kill me." She presses her lips to mine. "But I'm willing to risk it."
Inked Hearts is empty.
Well, that's not exactly right.
Walker is standing behind the front desk.
Kaylee's eyes dart from him to me.
Walker smiles as he shakes his head. "You really keeping her in the dark, Kane?"
"It's not a surprise if you tell someone," I say.
Kaylee's lips press together. Her brow knits then softens. "If he and you..." She looks up at me. "This is an ambush."
"Told you," Walker laughs.
"I prefer surprise." I motion to Walker. Bring it.
Kaylee stares back into my eyes. "A surprise with witnesses?"
I nod. "I thought about it. I can do the ink if you want. But I'd rather be the person holding your hand."
"Oh." Her eyes go wide. "You mean, you already have an idea—"
"Yeah. But only if you want it." I take the temporary tattoo from Walker and show it to Kaylee. "Right here." I drag my finger over her ribs. It presses her dress into her skin.
"Bra strap tattoo?" Her laugh is more nervous than anything.
I nod. "That way it's our secret."
Her lips press together. "I, um—"
"We can do it wherever you want. Or not. This is for you, Kay. It's your body. I'm not going to tell you how to adorn it," I say.
"I can kick his ass if you want," Walker says.
She shakes her head. "No. That... that's perfect."
"You know it's gonna hurt like a bitch," Walker says.
She nods. "You know I've seen you guys do a thousand tattoos. I think I have the pain chart memorized."
He winces. "Doesn't get much worse than ribs."
"It doesn't," I agree.
She looks up at me. "I know. But... I... I think that's perfect. Let's see it."
I nod and lead her into the suite in back. Away from the window.
She slides her dress to her waist, unhooks her bra, and holds it in place.
I'm careful about applying the temporary tattoo at the perfect spot.
She's already shaking. But it's good shaking. Excitement.
"There." I peel the paper from her skin.
Her eyes go wide as she turns to the mirror. "It's perfect."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I am."
It is perfect.
Serva me, Servabo te.
Save me and I'll save you.
She hugs her chest. "Oh God. It's going to hurt a lot." She bites her lip. "What if I can't handle it?"
"You can," I say.
"What if I chicken out with just an s on my skin?"
"You won't." I stare back into her eyes. "You've survived a lot worse than a ten-minute rib tattoo."
She nods.
"Everyone is scared to get their first piece."
"You were?"
I nod. "Of course."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but I couldn't admit it. All that macho pride shit."
She laughs. "I can admit it. I'm... it's really going to hurt?"
Again, I nod.
"But I... I can handle it. I think." She motions to her bra pressed against her chest. "Can we do something about this?"
"Here." I take in the rest of the shop. Walker is still at the counter. He's making a point of not looking at us.
It's surprisingly sweet. But then he's been different lately. Ever since he switched from bringing home a different girl every night to a regular fuck buddy.
He insists I'm imagining things, but I'm not.
He's into that girl.
He wants a lot more than her body.
He'll figure it out eventually.
Until then, I'll taunt him about it.
"You two ready yet or what?" he calls out.
"Almost." I shoot him a give me a minute. "Avert your eyes."
He laughs. "You know I do rib tattoos all the time."
"Not on Kay, you don't." I turn back to Kaylee. Her soft green eyes are filled with an equal mix of nerves and excitement. "Here." I fasten a backless tube top out of gauze and tape it to her skin.