Chapter 30
Chapter
Thirty
SUTTON
B y the time evening comes around, I’m drunk.
I blame Evan. She told me her favorite pastime is day drinking and smoking. When I told her I’ve never smoked before either, I thought she was going to lose her mind.
So here I am, sitting out on her back deck with a joint she just rolled minutes before.
“We’ll share this. I usually like my own, but I don’t want you to be comatose,” she says as she lights it up.
I know she’s trying to take my mind off of what Ink is doing. He never came back to the house today. All I got was a text telling me to stay here and that some kid named Levi would be over to watch the house.
He doesn’t look much more than a few years younger than me, but Evan was right. He carries himself well and is as sweet as can be. If it weren’t for the baby face he still hasn’t outgrown, he could easily pass for closer to thirty based on maturity alone.
“Take two hits and hand it back. Personally, I don’t give a fuck how many you take, but that’s the proper etiquette if you smoke with others. I also grow my own shit, so running out never really occurs to me.”
I take the joint and bring it to my lips, inhaling softly. The hit of smoke makes my throat burn, sending me into a coughing fit that I can feel in my chest. “Oh my gosh.” I cough as I rub my chest, trying to ease the burn.
“You’ll get used to it.” Evan shrugs, taking the joint back.
I look at her with wide eyes because how do you get used to this?
Just as Evan laughs, pipes sound off in the distance. Shooting up in my seat, I look toward the drive as I strain to listen. They sound like they’re getting closer to us.
“Do you think that’s them?”
“Stay put,” Levi says as he stands up, one hand going to the gun in his waistband. “Actually, maybe head inside until I figure out what’s going on.”
“Fat chance of that happening. We’re staying right here,” Evan says as she leans back in her chair, crosses her legs and stares Levi down, daring him to challenge her all while smoking a joint.
About halfway through spending the day with her today, I realized I want to be her when I grow up. She just doesn’t give a fuck. It’s hard not to admire that.
Levi sighs. “Why can’t you make my life easy for once?”
“Because that’s boring.”
The bike sounds like it’s about to pass the drive but slows down at the last minute, turning into the drive.
Levi stands, rounding the house to see whoever it is come up the drive, as Evan and I move to the edge of our seats. Levi takes his hand off of his gun.
A bike with a man on it who I could pick out of a crowd made up of a million people comes to stop by the back deck.
I’m flying off the deck before Ink is fully off his bike, launching myself at him. I slam into his chest, making him grunt and fall back a step as his arms wrap tightly around me, hoisting me up. My legs and arms circle around him, holding on for dear life .
“You’re back,” I mumble against his chest, burying my face in it.
He squeezes me to him so tight that it hurts, but I welcome the pain. It’s pain that symbolizes he wasn’t arrested or murdered by Zach or any of the other crazy thoughts that had been running through my mind all day.
“I’ll always come back to you,” he murmurs against the top of my head. His cool lips press in and stay, giving me a long kiss as he carries me toward the house.
“You owe me an ass tattoo!” Evan calls after me as Ink takes me inside. I can hear Levi asking ‘what?’ and Evan telling him to mind his own business before Ink kicks the backdoor shut, drowning them out.
Pressing my lips to his neck, I breathe in his scent. He smells like stale cigars. Ink’s hold tightens, and he picks up his face as I nip the spot I just kissed, lapping it with my tongue afterward.
Ink falters in his step, slamming my back into the wall at the top of the stairs, making the picture frames Evan has hung going up the staircase rattle. His hips grind against mine in a tight, circular motion. I gasp as I feel his dick hardening with each rotation.
My fingers thread through his messy black hair, tugging hard. His wild blue eyes lock into mine. His mouth slams down on mine, so hard that my head hits the wall. Pain radiates, but I don’t feel it. All I can feel is Ink owning me. He’s everywhere, even when he’s not physically with me.
His tongue dives into my mouth in a dominating thrust. It isn’t until both of us are about to pass out from lack of oxygen that he rips his mouth away, each of us panting.
On a growl, Ink pushes us away from the wall and continues the trek to my room. He closes the door with a kick of his foot before throwing me onto the bed.
This wasn’t a toss. This man literally has me flying through the air, landing on the bed with a bounce.
“You have ten seconds to get undressed before I cut the clothes off your sexy body,” Ink says, his voice commanding and full of promise as he shrugs his cut off and throws it on the dresser.
A shiver of anticipation races down my spine, going right to my throbbing pussy as I watch his arms flex as he reaches over his shoulders, pulling his shirt over his head from the collar.
“Last time I’m tellin’ ya,” Ink warns, the sound of his belt buckle hitting the prong echoes throughout the room as he starts to undo his pants.
My body is screaming at me to get naked as soon as possible because it knows that bulge in his pants is ours, but there’s this little devil on my shoulder telling me to let it ride and see how this plays out.
Inks pants and silk boxers hit the floor, leaving him on display. I can feel my panties getting damper by the second as I take in all the ink, muscle, and chest hair just waiting for me to worship.
“Oh, I see.” A slow smirk takes over Ink’s face. “You want to be a brat.”
A brat?
I can’t think. The only thing I can concentrate on is trying to get him close enough to me so I can lick the tattoos trailing down to my prize, but instead he’s bending down and searching in the pocket of his discarded pants.
“Get ready, bunny.” Ink stalks toward me as he flips open a pocketknife. “Brats get punished.”
My breath catches in my throat, making me immobile as I watch my beast advance on his prey.
His hand darts out, slicing the knife down my shirt and pants in one quick sweep. The material parts on its own accord, falling on each side of my breast. Blade side up, he worms the knife under the piece of fabric holding the cups of my bra together before slicing up, cutting that off me as well.
My mouth drops open in shock.
“I wouldn’t have had to do that if you weren’t being a fuckin’ brat. Do I need to turn you over my knee and spank that ass as I pull what’s left of your clothes off, or can you listen this time?”
Still unable to form a coherent sentence, I lay my head back on the mattress, ultimately deciding that if this is what’s about to happen, then it’s obviously meant to be. And if I die in the process, so be it. Being a brat would be one heck of a way to go out.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Ink orders.
A thrill runs through me from the dominance in his tone.
I hold contact with his heated eyes as I slowly stretch out like a lazy cat with my arms above my head before slowly rolling over until I’m no longer able to hold his gaze.
Sliding my forearms under me, I push up onto my knees and elbows, making sure to take my time as I arch my back, sticking my ass out in the air.
A low rumble vibrates throughout the room, and I feel the cool metal from his knife trail down my spine, hitting every single scar as he makes another cut down the back of my shirt.
The fabric falls down each of my arms with nothing holding it up anymore.
With a flick of each wrist, each half of my shirt flings somewhere else on the bed.
Ink wastes no time getting the rest of my clothes off as I can tell his patience is wearing thin. The cool metal hits the inside of my thighs as he slices my pants off. He rips the fabric away before his rough hands come back to my ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing.
“God, this fuckin’ ass.” I jolt as his wet tongue licks from the bottom of my ass to the top. “I’ve spent weeks watching this ass come and go, wishin’ I could get in there. I think I always knew it was goin’ to be mine.”
“It’s mine,” I tell him on a breathy moan as he delivers a hard smack to the right cheek.
A hand wraps in my hair and tugs hard, making my head snap back.
I smile softly at the pain. “Wrong, bunny. Every single inch of you is mine. I’m going to make sure you never forget that.
” His other hand runs up the side of my body, hitting every curve.
He traces the underside of my breasts with his thumb.
“I can’t wait until I can play with these. It’s killin’ me.”
Goosebumps pepper my skin from him touching the sensitive skin.
“Always so responsive to me. I’m sure my pussy is soaked for me. Let’s find out.” Ink’s hand leaves the underside of my breast and softly trails down my belly, and down until he’s reached what’s his. Using two fingers, he runs them down my slit. “Fuckin’ soaked,” he growls.
Without warning, those same two fingers slam into me, giving me no time to adjust before pumping in and out at a frenzied pace. My inner walls flex around them. I let out a long moan as I wiggle my ass back into it, wanting more.
“You need more, bunny? You need this dick?”
“Yes,” I whimper as I arch my back.
I’m left empty as Ink abruptly removes his fingers, making me whine in frustration.
“Shhh,” he coos. “I got you. I always fuckin’ got you. I’ll always give you what you need.” Cool metal hits my entrance as he lines his hard cock up. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” He groans. “My greedy pussy is trying to suck me in. You’ve been in a bad way, baby?”
I can’t respond. Not when all my mind can think about is having his hard cock inside of me and the heat of his body pressed against me. Instead, I lean back into it, trying my best to get anything I can get.