Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
JAKE
I finish cleaning my tools and walk out when I hear the front door open. Lyla texted me that she was on her way, so I left it unlocked for her. I stop when I see her and swallow hard as I take in the sight before me.
Her brunette hair is curled loosely down her back, and she’s wearing a strapless green dress that would make even the strongest man drop to his knees and beg to have the chance to worship her. I follow the length of her long, tanned legs, and when I land on the gold heels, I immediately get images of them wrapped around me.
When I finally meet her eyes, there’s no doubt she doesn’t feel the heat coming from mine as her face warms up from their piercing stare.
My body gravitates toward her as if an unseen tether is pulling me in her direction. When I reach her, I trace my fingers along her jaw before following the curve of her neck and running it along the hem of the dress covering her breasts.
“You look beautiful,” I murmur.
I see her swallow as her big brown eyes watch my every movement. “Thank you,” she whispers .
I want so badly to kiss her, but I know if I start, I won’t be able to stop. My fingers itch to ink her, and I want to get started.
Taking her hand, I lock the door before leading her to the back, where the private rooms are.
A black adjustable chair sits in the middle next to all my tools. “Are you nervous?”
I eye her hands, fidgeting with her purse. I gently take it from her and set it down on the small table in the corner.
“A little,” she laughs softly. “How bad does it hurt?”
“It’s not bad. I’ll do my best to distract you,” I grin. “Are you ready to see your tattoo?”
She nods, and I walk over to my equipment to get my drawing. I’ve been working on it little by little since I met her. I knew without a doubt I was going to do everything in my power to make sure she would be standing here with me one day.
I hand her the paper, and her eyes widen as she studies it. A single tear falls down her cheek, and I catch it with my thumb as she stares at the drawing.
“Do you like it?” I ask, praying I got it right. A little hummingbird has its wings spread as it begins to land. In its mouth, a beautiful rose lies.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathes. “I love it.” She blinks back the tears and smiles at me. “Can you add something to the bottom?” She traces the ink and all the little details.
“Of course. What did you have in mind?” She walks to her purse and pulls out a piece of paper, handing it to me.
“Can you write this in your handwriting at the bottom somewhere?” I glance at the paper, and my heart thuds loudly against my ribcage.
“Yeah, I can do that,” I say softly, pushing past the emotions that are rising in me.
I walk over to the table and get out my pens, making a few drafts before settling on the one I want to weave into the drawing.
In love, we find our strength .
I show her the final design, and she nods her head, smiling. “It’s perfect.”
“I’m really glad you love it because I took a huge risk that you would.” I lift my shirt to show her the bandage over my heart. “Travis helped me out this morning,” I smile, pulling off the wrapping. The exact same tattoo minus the handwriting sits by my heart. “I’ll have to add your handwriting to it, but luckily, that will be easy to do.”
“You gave me your spot,” she says as her eyes fill again. She lightly traces the new ink, and I weave our fingers together over my heart.
“I guess someone told you about that,” I softly laugh.
“Your brothers might have filled me in before I came here. We started talking about tattoos, and it came up.”
“I knew a while ago that I was saving that spot for you, but I wanted to wait and get them done on the same day to surprise you.”
“So I guess you’re stuck with me then…forever.” A small smile plays on her lips, and I can tell she’s secretly pleased that she will always be on me.
“Forever.” I kiss her palm and smile. “I guess the question now is…are you ready to be stuck with me forever?”
“I’m ready,” she nods her head excitedly.
“Let me get the transfer printed with the words, and we’ll get started.” I walk to the laptop I set up earlier, quickly scan the design, and print it onto transfer paper. “Have you decided where you want it?” I ask, walking over to her.
“I thought I would let you decide.”
“I was hoping you would say that,” I grin wickedly. “Let me see…” I graze her body with my fingers as I slowly pretend to se arch for the spot I want. I know exactly where I want it, but the more I can turn her on, the more she will focus on that and not the needle.
I stop at her back and brush her hair to the side. My fingers find her zipper in the back as I slowly lower it. “I need to see more of you to know for certain,” I whisper in her ear as her dress pools at her feet. She’s not wearing a bra, and I instantly get hard at the sight of her bare breasts.
My hands continue to roam her body as they glide over her firm ass in a white lace thong.
“Give me your hair tie.” My voice is low against her neck as I place a kiss against her skin. She hands me the one from her wrist, and I gather her hair and fasten it up high. I kiss her bare shoulders before touching the spot on her left shoulder blade. “Right here,” I say, kissing the spot.
“That’s the same spot where Sophia and Eve have theirs.” She whips her head around to look at me.
“Let’s just say we have our favorite spot for a reason.”
“What’s the reason?” Her light eyes are full of curiosity as they search mine.
“We like to be reminded of who you belong to as we fuck your sweet pussy from behind,” I whisper in her ear. “Every time I fill you from this angle,” I say, pressing into her ass and letting her feel how hard I am right now, “I’ll see my mark on you.”
My hand comes around and slides down her stomach before brushing over the front of her panties. Her breath hitches, and I smile when I feel the dampness and heat on the fabric. “Are you good with that spot?” I brush my thumb over her clit, and her head falls back on me.
“Yes,” she says, her breath coming out in little pants.
“Good. Let’s get it sanitized and transferred so we can begin.” I leave her to get the supplies on the table and grin when I hear a whimper escape. She bends down to pick up her dress, and her ass almost makes me cave. My jaw is tight as I refrain from grabbing her hips and diving into her. “Leave it,” I say through clenched teeth. “I want you on the table just like you are.”
She leaves it on the floor and straddles the chair, leaning her chest against the back. Normally, I would have them lie down and sit on the chair next to them, but I want to do things differently with her.
Walking over, I clean the area and get the transfer exactly where I want it. “Do you want to see the placement?” I ask when I have it placed on her skin.
“No, I trust you.”
I get my tools on the table next to me as I straddle the chair with her. She’s at a slightly bent angle, giving me perfect access to work on her. Having her ass pressed against me is just an added bonus as my dick strains to be let out.
“Do you sit this way with all your clients?” She asks against the leather padding.
“I have you fully naked except for your thong and heels. I’m shirtless and hard as a fucking rock with your ass pressed against me,” I chuckle. “No, little hummingbird. I don’t sit like this with just anybody, nor do I ever feel aroused like I do now. It’s only you that gets this special treatment.”
“Good,” she smiles against the cushion.
“Besides, you have my whole staff wrapped around your little finger with all the sweets you keep bringing in. They’ve been vetting my female clients, and suddenly, I’m only getting males and the grandmotherly types.”
She giggles into the headrest. “I knew Lexi and Trent would have my back.”
“I think they love you more than me,” I laugh softly .
“The stomach is the way to people’s hearts, especially desserts.”
“I can attest to that. I wanted to marry you the instant I tasted the chocolate off your skin the night of the wedding.” I bend over and kiss the side of her mouth. “You ready to have my ink on you?”
“I’m ready.”
I turn my tattoo gun on, and the soft hum fills the air. “Just breathe through it and concentrate on my body behind you. It helps to have a distraction, so just focus on the feel of me.”
I run my hand down her back and roam over her soft skin until I feel her relax. The needle touches her virgin skin for the first time, and I get lost in my work as I bring it to life.
“Are you okay?” I ask a few minutes later, wiping some of the blood and ink away. I blow lightly on her skin, and her breath catches.
“Yes,” she says, her voice muffled against the headrest. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. Maybe it’s the huge distraction poking into me that’s keeping my mind off the pain.” Her ass wiggles against me, and I groan.
“I’m happy to stay in this painful state if it takes yours away,” I mumble, as my dick throbs in agony. “Not that I could even stop it if I tried. I knew the thought of inking you excited me, but I had no idea how turned on it would make me, watching your skin turn pink with my artwork on your body.”
“I like having you on me.” I can tell by the sound of her voice that she’s just as aroused as I am. I swallow down my desire and force myself to concentrate.
I turn the machine back on, eager to finish the design. The hum of the gun gets me into the zone again as I focus on each line and detail.
I always give my all to my work, and everything has to be perfect, down to the last line. If someone is walking around with my art on them, it has to be the best I can give.
The bird takes shape as I fill in the tiny details on the feathers as it comes to life before my eyes.
I finally lift my machine when the last letter is etched on her skin. I study it, satisfied that the bird is so lifelike that it could fly off her shoulder at any given moment.
“Done,” I say softly, carefully wiping it clean. I hand her a mirror and hold one behind her so she can see it.
“Jake…it’s beautiful,” she whispers. She studies it from different angles, her smile stretching across her gorgeous face. “I can almost imagine how soft the feathers are, and I love how you wove the letters into the rose to blend them. I can’t wait to show it off to everyone,” she turns back and hands me the mirror. “It looks just like yours,” she beams.
“That’s kind of the point of matching tattoos with the one you belong to,” I murmur against her and place a soft kiss next to her red skin. I apply some ointment before sealing it with a wrap.
“I love that you belong to me,” she sighs as my hands skim her back.
“And I really love that you belong to me,” I breathe against her as my lips touch her skin near the bandage. My hands skim her waist before sliding over the sides of her ass. My body has craved her since the moment she came in tonight, and I don’t think I can wait a minute longer.
“Lyla?” Her name slips past my lips, thick with need.
“Mmm?” She presses more into me, and I close my eyes tightly as desire shoots through me.
“I’m going to fuck you in my chair now,” I say, my voice sounding dangerously low. I reach around and slide into her panties, feeling her already soaking for me. Groaning, I slide my fingers through her center as she whimpers against the leather.
Leaning over, I lower the back of the chair slightly so her ass is more in the air.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl, squeezing her round cheeks. “Put your hands on the headrest and grab onto the chair.”
She quickly does as I say, my girl just as desperate as me to have my cock inside her. I undo my pants and free myself before stroking down my length. I’m hard as a rock as I watch cum seep out my tip and drip onto her ass. Just seeing me drip down her body has me wanting so much more.
I press into her before grabbing her hips and bringing her down on me in one hard thrust. She moans loudly as her pussy takes me fully in.
Grasping the back of the chair, she quickly learns that her heels give her the right height to give her leverage as she takes control of the pace.
My fingers dig into her skin as I roughly give us what we both crave. Her ass slaps against me, and that sound alone is enough for me to explode. I hold back, though, wanting to enjoy this view for as long as possible.
Her pussy glistens as I watch her greedily take me in over and over again. Arousal drips out, coating my dick, and I moan as she swallows me whole again, slamming down on me.
“So fucking good,” I rasp out. I love pushing her over the edge with my praise and filthy words. “You should see your tattoo now. So fucking sexy on you.”
I see my art through the clear bandage and grab her breasts, bringing her back to me. “You’re mine now, little hummingbird. I’m forever branded on your beautiful skin just like you are on mine.” I squeeze her breasts before tugging her nipples roughly between my fingers.
Her moan vibrates against my hand, and I pinch them harder. Her hand comes around to the back of my head, digging her fingers into my hair as she rides what’s hers.
“You are going to explode all over me on this chair, and every time I come in here, I’m going to remember how your pussy looked dripping with my cum.”
My hand snakes down and rubs over her swollen clit pulling her over the edge with me. She cries out my name as I shout my release. My cock soaks her pussy as she hungrily puts me in a vise wanting and giving every last bit of ourselves to each other.
“Fuck,” I pant, feeling the sweat slide down my back. I feel her body tremble against me as I hold her upright against my chest.
“Be thinking what tattoo I should get next so I can get another turn in this chair,” she manages to get out between breaths.
“I can arrange that,” I chuckle against her back. “Just for the record, though, you don’t need a reason to lure me back here. Say the word, and I’ll book us a spot back here.”
“Good to know. I’ll check my calendar and get back to you.”
“You do that,” I grin, placing a kiss next to her tattoo. “Thank you for trusting me to ink you,” I whisper.
“Always,” she says softly. “I love you, Jake Montgomery.” She turns her head and meets my gaze.
“I love you, Lyla Pierce.” I kiss her softly on her lips before pulling back. “Although, Lyla Montgomery sounds so much better. I’m going to do something about that soon,” I grin against her lips.
“I couldn’t agree more,” she smiles, pulling my lips back to hers.