Chapter Thirty #2
“Jax, I already told you what I wanted on the phone, so I’ll go while Rowan decides on hers.
” I remove my flannel, shrugging off my shoulder holster, followed by my T-shirt, standing shirtless, before laying on the bed, ready.
One thing about me and tattoos is that they’re my therapy.
The feel of the needles digging into my skin is a feeling I chase after, hence why I’m covered, but there is one spot that isn’t, that’s always been Rowan's, when even I didn’t know it.
She sits in the chair across from me, watching Jax pour the ink colors. “What are you getting?”
Locking eyes with her, I say, “You’ll see. You just sit and think about what you want.”
Drawing up her eyebrows, “Yes, sir,” comes out snarky. And I can’t help but laugh.
Jax hits a button, and music blares around the studio before he shows me the stencil he made. “Yep, that’s it.”
I see Rowan trying to stretch her neck, wanting to see it, but with how we’re positioned, she can’t get a good eye on it.
“Fucker,” she mutters, but I hear her and blow her a kiss.
The sound of the gun is meditation. I close my eyes and enjoy the sticks the needles make with my skin. My body is overcome with goosebumps. Jax is heavy-handed, so I feel each line he tattoos on me.
Turning my head, I watch Rowan. With long black hair hanging over her shoulders, jean-clad legs crossed, and her feet adorned with her boots, she looks at her phone, in her own world of trying to find what she wants. I know it’s not on the phone; it’s already in her mind.
I’m lost in her, and before I know it, the tattoo gun is quiet. “All done,” Jax announces before slapping the fuck out of my angry skin.
The slap reverberates. “You motherfucker.” I knew it was coming, but fuck. “I hate you,” I tell him as he cleans it off.
He laughs as he rolls away, cleaning up his tray and getting it ready for Rowan.
Leaning up, I smile down at my fresh addition. Hearing her boots cross the linoleum floor, I watch her as she takes in the tattoo that now resides over my heart. Her hand flies to her mouth. “Luca,” she mutters behind it. Her eyes become glassy while reading it repeatedly.
A heart made of barbed wire encircles her name in crimson red, forever staining my skin.
Her hand reaches out to touch it, but yanks it back. “Baby, that’s beautiful.” Leaning down, she kisses me, her tongue gently opening my lips, caressing mine, before breaking apart and kissing right above the tattoo. A tear rolling down her cheek.
“You’re forever mine, Rowan.”
“Forever,” she repeats.
Sitting up, I throw my legs over and pull her in between them. She just stares at her name.
“This is permanent now,” she informs me, like I don’t know.
“This,” I say, motioning between her and me, "It has always been permanent." My hand clasps her face as my thumb rubs over her bottom lip. Hoping she sees this is me, going all in. There is nothing more out there that I want; it’s standing in front of me.
Kissing the pad of my thumb, she says, “I love you.”
“Ready?” booms from behind us, and Rowan’s eyes get big. “I guess so.” She pats my leg to motion for me to get off the table.
I can see trepidation running through her, and I already know why. “I’ll be right here.” I pull her chair she was just occupying to the table. Jax removes the wrap and re-wraps the table so she can lie on it.
Her hands shake as she reaches for the button on her pants.
“Lay down.” I motion to the table, grabbing her on each hip, picking her up, and sitting her on it.
“What do you have in mind, Rowan?” Jax asks her as she lays back.
She shows him a picture on her phone. “This. And I want it big enough to cover…” She trails off, fumbling for her pants.
Moving her hands, I do it for her, unfastening her button, pulling down her zipper. “Lean up just a bit, baby.”
Lifting, I pull down the jeans from her hips, as her body trembles.
“It’s okay,” I tell her, as I push up her shirt, revealing her scar.
My eyes immediately shoot at Jax, and I see when he sees it.
But he doesn’t say anything. Good man. I don’t feel like killing the only person I trust to tattoo me.
He leans over, taking the scar in, his artist's mind in overdrive, before he looks to her. “Do you mind if I touch it? I need to feel the texture and make sure it’s safe to tattoo on.”
Rowan's throat bobs up and down from swallowing. “Yes.”
My eyes follow every move his glove-clad fingers make. Feeling my ears turn red, anger at watching another man touch her. Calm down, Luca. He’s doing his job. You fucking brought her here. I remind myself.
Rowan’s hand reaches out to me, and I clasp it with mine, giving her a tight smile.
“This thing is gnarly, but it’s healed. I shouldn’t have any problems tattooing over it; it should hide very well. The cross will have to be bigger than the picture.”
And I know exactly what she’s getting. The cross necklace I gave to her was lost in the fire. It’s her forever to me, like my tattoo is to her.
“That’s fine.” She turns her head to look at me. “Forever.”
Knowing that was engraved on the back of the ruby-and-gold cross. I squeeze her hand.
Rowan doesn’t look anywhere but at me the whole time Jax tattoos her. I can tell when he runs over her scars, her hand squeezes harder, but she doesn’t make a sound. Just stares at me.
Her’s takes way longer than mine, but she’s a trooper. After almost three hours, Jax finally turns off his tattoo gun, but I can still hear its sound in my ears. “And we’re done.”
Rowan leans her head up and gasps. “It's beautiful.” She smiles, no longer seeing a scar that was a reminder of the worst night of her life, but seeing homage to her and my love.
Without thought, I lean down and place a gentle kiss on the angry skin. “Just like you.”
“Keep this covered for about four days, but if any excess leakage happens, take the second skin off. Luca will help you determine if it needs to come off,” Jax instructs her as he cleans the area, then places the patch over it.
“Thank you.” Rowan kisses me as we exit the tattoo shop, radiating happiness.
Motioning to a restaurant, “Let’s eat.”
We spend our time there eating, talking, and engrossed in each other. No one else exists at that moment. Just her and me. And I pray it could always stay that way.
And for the next few hours, it will.
Tipsy and on our way home, she steps up the first stair before I pull her back down to me, spinning her and attacking her lips, starving even though I already ate.
We make out in the dark, quiet night as if we’re teenagers.
Our hands fumbling over each other’s bodies, when mine slides under her shirt and bra, squeezing her breast. She moans into my mouth.
Pulling away from her mouth, but not before sucking on her bottom lip, my teeth applying pressure, she grinds herself closer to me.
“Fuck me,” she manages to get out.
Grabbing her ass, lifting her, she wraps her legs around me; I walk us up the stairs. Her hand going to my back, under my own shirt, rubbing my tattoo.
Getting into the apartment feels like it takes forever when I try not to break apart from her, but having to for me to unlock the door.
Slamming it shut behind me with my foot, we fall to the floor.
“Fuck,” she groans out, and both start laughing.
Roxy runs over to us, barking, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.
Getting ourselves right and ready for bed.
We climb under the covers, both naked, wanting to be as close to one another as possible.
The need to meld into each other, remember the other’s touch, before tomorrow happens.
I know we’re both thinking about it but not saying anything.
It’s already loud with how we’re rubbing on the other.
Imprinting the way her hip dips, and her thighs part so easily for me.
Our naked bodies move against each other; you wouldn’t know where I end and she begins. Our mouths, kissing whatever parts they can reach, licking and biting. Needing her taste to be on my tongue long after I leave tomorrow morning.
“I’m never leaving you after tomorrow, Rowan. Never,” I promise her in the dark room, hoping she understands how deep those words really go.
We don’t fuck; we bring each other to the brink, then bring the other back.
Our orgasms peak and then are smoothed down.
Not wanting it to end and go to bed. Both lying on our backs, our hands playing with each other.
Hers stroking my cock, her small hand barely wrapping around my shaft, as her leg is thrown over mine, her folds open wide, her clit is so engorged, the simplest lightest touch has her moaning that she wants to come, but I don’t let her.
We keep edging one another.
My precum leaks out of me, and she uses it to lube my cock.
It’s the most erotic moment between us, pushing the other to the tipping point and then stopping.
The way she writhes on the bed, pushing her clit harder into my finger, begging for release, but not letting her have it.
My fingers are soaking wet from her arousal.
They glide over her pussy as it weeps for me… only me.
“I’m going to come so hard,” she cries out to me while she sits up and maneuvers her body over mine, straddling me. I don’t fight her. I let her take the lead.
Rowan places her pussy on my cock, cocooning it between her folds; her slickness lets her glide up and down it. Her pussy is dripping wet.
“Goddamn, baby.” My hands squeeze her hips as I buck into her.
Pushing up on her knees, holding my cock in her hand, she rubs the head up and down. From her clit to her entrance and then to her asshole and back again.
“Rowan,” I groan out, sounding foreign to my ears as the tip of my dick feels her opening, and she pushes down, her pussy welcoming it, but then she’s up.
“Baby, please.” I’m not against begging.
“You come when I say you do, Luca.” She kisses me, our tongues stroking each other, wild, no care. Lips, tongues, and wetness, all while moaning the other's name.
My hands find her breasts, pulling her nipples, pinching them. Her cries fuel me as I pinch even harder. She breaks our kiss, crying out. Her pussy is barely rubbing the head of my cock. It drips onto my cock. I can feel her liquid roll down my balls to my ass.
“Please fuck me.” I lift my hips, trying to put myself inside her.
“No, you don’t.” Her hand reaches around and lightly squeezes my balls.
With the feeling of needing to come and the sensitivity my balls have, I grip her hips, trying to force her down onto my dick, but she raises herself.
“Hands down.” She squeezes harder, and I oblige. “I’m fixing to lower my weeping pussy onto you, take in your dick and I want you to not come. I’m going to ride you, Luca. And I’ll tell you when you can come, baby. Do you understand?” She breathes down on me with each panted word.
I nod my head.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes,” I whimper out, so fucking hard and ready to burst.
My breathing becomes faster as her tight pussy wraps around the head of my dick.
Warm, wet, and beckoning me. Gliding me in, her ridges massaging as she’s fully seated to my base, riding my cock.
Her engorged clit rubbing itself on my pubic bone, the friction and pressure have her throwing her head back, crying out my name.
Her movements become faster and harder as she bounces on my cock. My hands grip even harder on her hips. My fingers are digging into her skin. I feel my balls drawing up with the need to release.
Breathing in, all I can smell is us. Our arousal infuses the air, making it my favorite smell now.
“You started this. You wanted to make me beg you to come, but now it’s your turn, Luca. Are you going to come when I squirt all over your dick?”
“Yes,” I moan to her. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good. God, let me come, baby,” I beg her. Leaning up, wrapping my arms around her, pushing her harder into me.
“Come, Luca,” she finally tells me, and that’s all I needed.
She rides me hard, her movements jerky. “Fuck. Fuck,” she screams as she comes, liquid squirting out with each pull out and entrance of my dick, her come, and mine mingled together.
I crush her to me, my hips bucking wildly, my balls needing all it can release into her.
We both come, but don’t stop fucking. Our arousal so much and put off for so long that I need more.
Unwrapping from her “On your knees.”
In seconds, she’s ass up in the air, my hand using our fluids to lubricate her asshole. “I want your ass, Rowan.”
“Take it,” she pants as she backs into me. So fucking needy for my dick.
Lining my still hard cock to her asshole, I rub the head around the tight ring before pushing in. The resistance it gives doesn’t win.
“Hard, Luca,” Rowan calls over her shoulder, and I push into her ass. “Fuck!” echoes around the room.
I sink inside her, and I know I’m fixing to come again. Hissing at the tightness of her ass.
“Play with your clit.”
I feel her hand come between her legs, rubbing my balls before playing with her clit.
In no time, we're both coming once again, filling up her ass with my come. Both our bodies give out, and we fall onto the bed, still connected to her. With gentle ease, I pull myself from her as she hisses. Reaching for my T-shirt on the ground, I place it between her legs.
We’re both exhausted, so I yank the wet comforter off the bed, and we fall asleep naked, holding one another under a sheet.