Chapter 21
I pull into Aaron’s driveway. My phone’s been dead for hours and I’m sure he’s been worried shitless. The light coming from the front window says he’s still awake. I pick Cea up bridal style and head toward the house. It’s unlocked when I go to open it. Although convenient, I’ll definitely be whooping his ass later for being so careless about his safety.
Walking into the living room, Aaron sits in a chair. His tattoo equipment spread out around him, giving himself a tattoo. He glances up at me, giving me his signature glare. Yeah, I’m in for an ass chewing.
“Let me lay her down and I’ll be right back.”
He nods his head in agreement. He must be fuming.
I go to the spare bedroom. Pulling the covers back with one arm, then lay Cea down gently. She’s still out like a light and probably will be for at least a few more hours,
I slip my hoodie off her body, wanting to make sure she’s comfortable. Then stare at her beautiful, naked body in awe. Admiring her delicious curves, her long dark hair. Fuck. I tuck her in, placing a kiss on her forehead.
“I’ll be back, baby.”
I exit the room, mentally preparing myself to meet Aaron’s wrath.
I return to the living room, watching as Aaron finishes up his tattoo. He’s tattooed a gorgeous lion portrait, blood dripping from its mouth on his forearm. The details are so precise, you can feel the lion looking at you as if you’re it’s next prey.
“Where were you?”
he asks calmly, cleaning up his equipment.
I take a deep breath. “I was at work…you know that,”
I say, trying to grasp his hand.
He pulls his hand away from me, crossing his arms across his chest. “Work, huh? That’s never fucking stopped you from checking in before. How convenient you were working with smart mouth back there and I haven’t heard from you since you both left the house,”
Aaron says, his words full of anger and hurt.
“Baby, my phone die…”
“Don’t fucking baby me and give me your goddamn excuses Blaze. It’s three o’clock in the goddamn morning! Do you know how worried I’ve been? Do you think I’m fucking stupid? I know your work is dangerous, as much as you try to hide it from me. But I know! The least you could do, is have the fucking decency to let me know you’re okay. Better yet, let’s cut this shit off so I don’t have to rack my brain fucking crazy, praying that you’re fine and are going to come back to me in one piece.”
“How do you know my work isn’t safe?”
I ask, but Aaron scowls at me and goes to move around me. I snatch his hand, pulling him into me, until we’re chest to chest.
He refuses to look at me, so I use my free hand to palm his cheek, applying pressure to force his eyes to mine.
“Baby, I’m sorry. My phone died. If I could’ve been home sooner or contacted you, I would have. You know better than to think I wouldn’t. But let me make one thing abundantly clear,”
I tell him, bringing my lips close to his, my hazel eyes, staring down into his deep blues. “If you ever suggest or imply we cut this off, you’re in for a rude awakening. You. Are. Mine. Aaron Wilder. You’re never escaping me. If you try, I’ll just repeatedly catch you, until you get it through your beautiful head that I’m not going anywhere.”
His mouth opens in shock and my tongue flicks out to glide along his lips, sneaking in to mingle with his. I pull back barely an inch.
“Understood?”
“Promise?”
I can see the embarrassment on his face from needing reassurance. Guilt hits me like a freight train. I never want him to be embarrassed with me. His feelings are always valid and I will do my damndest from now on to make sure he knows that.
“I promise, baby.”
I peck his lips, and he lets out a soft sigh in relief. “Good boy”
Aaron yawns, circles under his eyes from being up all night and worrying.
“Go get some sleep love. I have to take care of Cea tonight, but tomorrow I’m all yours. I swear.”
He eyes me, looking for any hint of a lie, but there is none.
“Okay,”
he relents, giving me a quick kiss before heading to bed.
I hop in the shower, removing all the left-over grit and blood tainting my body. I grab a black towel, wrapping it around my waist, using a smaller one to dry my hair. Throwing it into the hamper, I make my way to the guest bedroom to check on my girl. She still lays unconscious in the bed. Sliding the cover back, I check where she was shot. The area is red but thankfully doesn’t look like it’ll be infected.
Staring at her round ass, an idea forms in my head. I head back out of the room, surrounded in nothing but darkness. Aaron must have turned the rest of the lights out while I was showering. I head back to the living room, praying and hoping it’s still there. I flip the light-switch and sure enough, Aaron’s tattoo kit sits rights where he left it. I smirk, excitement buzzing under my skin at what I’m about to do. I snatch it up, quickly turning the light back off and head back to the bedroom.
I move into the room, shutting the door and locking it. Flipping the main light on so I can see properly, I set the tattoo equipment up on the bedside table. I set up the black and red ink, then move onto replacing the old needle with a new one. The picture I have in my head is a little old school, and I’ll have to add my own personal flair to it. I pull the chair next to the wall, dragging it right next to the bed. Then carefully scoot Cea closer to me and sit in the chair.
I don’t even sketch the piece out, just clean the area and press the tip of the needle to her beautiful skin. I work slowly, taking my time to make sure the lining and shades are perfect. Finishing up with the black, I replace the needle once more with a new one, dipping it into the red ink. I continue being careful, wanting this to be perfect.
I finish the tattoo, rushing to the bathroom to grab bandages and tattoo ointment. Once I’m finished cleansing it, I wrap it up. I’m not sure how long it will take her to notice, but I assume she’ll just think she’s sore from the shot.
I clean the equipment, placing it exactly where I found it. “There, no one will ever know.”
I get back into the room. Cea’s body seems to be rousing a little. She’s rolled over onto her back, her body on full display. Climbing onto the bed, I slide in next to her, one hand placed by her head, observing her body. My other hand gently glides down, starting from her neck making my way toward her pierced nipples, pinching each one, before traveling even further. My fingers tease and skirt the outside of her heat, goosebumps rising on her body.
Leaning down, I take a nipple in my mouth, twirling my tongue all around it, nibbling right above where her piercing is. A soft moan escapes her lips causing my cock to harden. Her pussy grows slick and my mouth starts to water, dying for a taste.
I crawl between her legs, pushing my head down, running my nose up her slit, smelling her essence. I thrust my tongue into her waiting entrance, licking and sucking up as much of her wetness as I can. She smells and tastes divine. Moving my mouth to her clit, I give it my undivided attention, sucking it into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue. My fingers fuck her, rubbing up against her walls, curling at just the right angle.
Her legs begin to shake a little, so I pull my face back, not allowing her to come just yet.
“I want you to come with me, Mi Cielo, even in your dreams,”
I say crawling back over her body. My hard cock rubs against her pussy, causing it to jerk, begging me to let it enter. Spitting into my hand, I reach down, lubing myself up before tenderly sliding myself in. When I’m sheathed to the hilt, I start thrusting in and out, keeping a steady pace. Her cunt grows wetter and wetter with each thrust, her walls tightening around me. Even in her sleep her body wants me.
I look at Cea, her lip in her mouth, biting down on it, her cute eyebrows furrowed. Pleasure as plain as day covers her face. Leaning down, I take her lip into mine, sucking on it before releasing.
“Fuck Mama, you feel so good. I would live in this pussy for the rest of my life if I could.”
Cea moans, rolling her head to the side, giving me easy access to her neck. I claim her throat, sucking and biting, determined to leave my mark. What’s one more?
When I come up, a purple bruise is already forming. Pride fills my chest and I can feel myself about to fall off the edge. I reach down, rubbing her clit at the same pace and rhythm I’m fucking her.
“Fuck baby, I can’t remember if you’re on birth control, but I never gave a fuck, anyway.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel Cea’s orgasm explode around me, pushing me over the edge, my hot liquid shooting into her.
I continue pumping, bringing my pace down, until my heart rate is back to normal. I pull out, bringing my fingers to her pussy, thrusting my cum back into her. I take the remains of my orgasm on my finger, using it to coat her lips.
“Officially mine, Mi Cielo.”
I go grab a warm, wet, wash cloth to clean her bottom set of lips. I refuse to clean the inside. I want her to know I’ve taken her again. And will continue to claim, mark, and consume her until my dying breath.
Sliding under the covers, I drag the covers on top of us. Turning to my side, I pull her toward my body, throwing a protective arm over her, holding her close.
“This is just the beginning of us, Mi Cielo.”
Even though she’s asleep and I know she won’t hear me or even remember these three little words, I still say them. “I love you Cea,” I whisper.
She turns toward her side, scooting closer into me. After placing one last kiss on the back of her head, I fall asleep, my heart full of peace once again, with my queen by my side.