Chapter Nineteen #3
“You marked yourself,” I growled out. Her lip tilted, I wasn’t mad, I was fucking ecstatic.
I was beyond words knowing she would always be mine, and every fucker on the planet would know it now.
It wasn’t big by any sense, but it was my name, plain and clear for all to see, it curved behind her ear, following the shape.
It wouldn’t be obvious with her hair down, but she wore it up often enough. No one could miss it then.
“You like it?” she whispered.
“I fucking love it.”
I kissed her, cupping the back of her head while supporting her weight on my other arm. Waverley arched upwards, pulling me close into her, deepening the kiss. I was suddenly ravenous for her, the tattoo of my name heightened everything, like nothing I’d ever known.
I walked to the bed and lowered her down, so she lay on her back with her legs over the edge. I grabbed the back of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, throwing it aside, Wave’s eyes narrowed as she watched me shed my jeans and underwear without any hesitation.
Her eyes roamed over my body, drinking me in, lingering on my own tattoo of her name over my heart, then lower, down to where I gripped my aching dick. She watched as I ran my hand up and down the length and licked her lips in anticipation. She wanted this as much as I did.
“Up,” I indicated her arms, which she raised dutifully, and I pulled my top off her, tossing it to the side. I grabbed her thighs and pulled down the panties she was wearing, spreading her legs and feasting my eyes on her centre.
She was ready for me but I wasn’t a complete prick. As much as I wanted to just throw her down and fuck the life out of her, she wasn’t some random woman I was using to get myself off. No, I fucking loved this woman. And she’d declared the same thing to me without opening her mouth.
“If you don’t touch me I’m going to do it myself.”
I growled at her again. Grabbing her wrists and holding them up over her head as I hovered over her.
There was no way she was getting to touch what I was desperately wanting to.
I took her bottom lip into my mouth and bit it.
It wasn’t hard and although she flinched, she let out a soft gasping moan too.
I ran my hand down her body, her stomach concaving as my hand trailed down, parting her with my fingers.
“This is mine.”
Her eyes narrowed in challenge, and she fought to release one of her hands.
I let her, but only one. She grabbed my dick and squeezed, not enough to hurt, but enough to let me know she owned my cock, and I was totally okay with that.
After that, all bets were off, I thrust my fingers in her as her hand worked me up and down.
We were staring into each other’s eyes like there was nothing and no one else that mattered. And they didn’t. I pulled back and Waverley looked up at me, her eyes were wild with lust, she looked fucking angry that I’d moved away, and I laughed darkly.
“Hudson Kelley,” she snapped.
I grabbed her waist and spun her over, moving her so she was kneeling on the bed. I pushed her upper body down, and she landed on her elbows, looking back over her shoulder at me. I fisted myself again as I stepped up to the edge of the bed and ran the head of my dick over her opening.
“You want this, Wave?”
“Stop being an asshole,” she snapped.
“You’ve aligned yourself with an asshole,” I told her, reaching up and tracing my finger gently over the ink. It was fresh, still slightly red. I should tell her to cover it back up, but I needed to see my name branded on her when I fucked her.
I couldn’t hold back and pushed into her and she cried out, trying to brace herself, but I pulled her up, so she was kneeling completely upright. I put my lips against the back of her ear, gently nipping at the lobe before pulling back and focusing on the rest of her.
The body of the woman who had me not just by the balls but by my heart too.
I reached around to play with her clit with one hand, the other I put up to her mouth, pushing two fingers between her lips as I began pounding into her.
She gripped both of my forearms to help keep her balance as she sucked on my fingers, gasping and moaning.
It felt amazing having her wrapped around me, pressed tight against my skin as I moved inside her. My eyes pinned to my name. I’d never realised what it would feel like to see my name on her skin, until now. It meant more than I’d ever thought it could.
Our bodies were damp with sweat where we were clamped so tightly together.
Waverley was losing her balance, so I leaned forward and let her keep herself propped up on her elbows again.
I straightened back up, holding onto her hips, never letting up on the relentless pace.
I had no problems reading her body language or the sounds she was making.
I might have been going hard but she could take it.
When she moaned my name, I pulled out and turned her over, shuffling her up so she was fully on the bed, then dropped over her, pushing back inside.
She gripped my hair, her nails raking my scalp.
I slowed my thrusts, but they were still hard and deep enough that her tits bounced beneath me with every thrust, drawing my eyes from her face.
“God your fucking beautiful, Wave.”
She clutched my sides, bringing her knees up so that her thighs were hugging me.
“You know what you’ve done?” I asked. “What this means?”
“I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t.”
“Good, cos I am never letting you go again.”
“It goes both ways,” she gripped the back of my neck. “Any more of these bitches think they can get their hooks into you, I won’t hold back anymore.”
I grinned at her and she snarled.
“I saw that slut come at you.”
“Yeah,” I grinned. “Then you also saw me push her off, right?”
“I’m going to make sure they all fucking know,” she told me.
“You went and asked Ink to do this after you saw that, didn’t you?” I laughed.
“I was going to do it anyway, just seemed like a fitting time,” she squeezed my dick inside of her. “Can we have this conversation after you finish fucking me?”
Christ we were so fucking good together. Hearing her laying claim to me brought out this feral need to own her, to dominate her but now I needed her to see what she meant to me.
So I gave her what she was demanding. I took my time, giving her pleasure like I hoped she had never known before.
Holding off my own release, making sure she came more than once before I did.
I wasn’t fucking quiet at all when I finally let go, she screamed too.
She was practically panting as I slid out and rolled onto my back.
We were both soaked, and my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my skull, my whole body alight. She reached out and clasped my hand. I brought it up to my mouth and kissed her knuckles, but my eyes remained closed. We hadn’t been at all subtle.
It wasn’t anything the brothers hadn’t heard before, but I suddenly felt strangely possessive, even of the sounds she made.
“My house will be finished soon,” I said, still keeping my eyes closed.
The bed shifted and after a few seconds, I opened my eyes and saw her leaning up on one elbow, looking down at me. “It’s still a construction site,” she pointed out.
“I know, but it’s more private than this place and I’m outgrowing it.”
“So you’ll move, once it’s finished?”
I stared up at her, reaching up I pushed her hair back and very gently, barely touching her skin, traced my name over the tattoo. “Yeah.”
Her eyes roamed over my room. “I guess I could redecorate in here.”
“The fuck,” I pushed up but she started to laugh.
“You seriously think I’d stay here while you’re down there in that gorgeous house?”
“You’d come with me?” I asked, trying not to show how surprised I was, or happy at the idea of it.
“Do you want me to?”
“Is that a serious fucking question?”
“Do you need to keep answering my questions with your own questions?”
“Jesus Christ,” I sat up and pulled her onto my lap, her warm, still wet thighs cocooning around mine. Damn I wanted back inside of her already. “You’re infuriating.”
“You wouldn’t want me any other way.”
“I don’t know about that, less opinionated might be nice.”
She put her hand over my face and pushed me back, I just laughed into her palm then grabbed both her wrists and pulled them behind her back, holding her there, her tits thrust out towards me.
“Let me put it another way,” I told her. “When I move down there, your ass is coming with me.”
I could tell she wanted to get pissy about it, but I didn’t give her a chance, pulling her mouth to mine.
She moaned, trying to free her arms but I wouldn’t let her.
I just kept kissing her, my dick hardening between us.
I’d never get tired of this and I’d never take her for granted again.
When I let her come up for air, she glanced down at my dick, then back up at my face.
She didn’t say anything as she rose up then pushed back down on me.
“I get to decorate,” she said.
“Wait? What?” I began to ask but she started to move, grinding down on me. I’d promise her anything right now, so instead of falling into that trap, I kept my damn mouth shut and let her ride me until we both exploded again.