31. Naomi
NAOMI
She was making a huge mistake, but she couldn’t stay away from him. Not when he was right down the hall, sleeping on the uncomfortable couch. And definitely not after he showed up wearing only his cut, low-hanging sleep pants, and biker boots, with a duffle bag in his hand.
All that ink on display rendered her speechless and needy. He’d just grinned, kissed her, and told her to head to bed, and got comfortable on the couch.
And like the simpleton she was, she did what he told her to.
She could have sworn she heard Taz laughing at her from outside. He was on guard duty tonight, and he’d teased her mercilessly the moment he saw her walking back with Asher and Karissa at her side.
What had he said? Oh, yes. Someone got lucky. Looks like he finally got his head out of his ass. I hope you spanked him a few times for it too, sugar.
Something told her Ink would not like her slapping his ass.
Or would he? Was he into that kind of thing?
Focus, Naomi, damn it.
Wanting to peek in on him, she tiptoed down the dark hallway, keeping her breath steady, trying not to wake him.
So what if she wanted another quick look at all those delicious tattoo-covered muscles? Was that a crime? If it was, sue her.
Reaching the back of the couch, she peered over, and the moonlight pouring in from the window had him on display. The moonbeam landed right across the six-pack abs he was sporting, highlighting every ridge and the ink running up to his chest and beneath the blanket covering his lower half.
He really was gorgeous. It should be a crime to look that good. And he was interested in her? It still felt weird to think it.
A low shriek left her as he shot up from the couch, gripped her wrists, and yanked her down on top of him.
“Ink!” she hissed, shocked and embarrassed she’d been caught. Damn it.
A low, dark chuckle filled her ear as he tugged her up, nuzzling her neck. “I wondered how long it’d be before you came out here. If you took any longer, baby, I was coming in to get you.”
“You were waiting for me to come out?”
“Of course I was. It’s been killing me to lie here and wait patiently.
I haven’t been able to get the taste of you out of my mouth, and I need more.
” He rubbed his nose along the underside of her jaw and up to her ear, making her shiver.
All the while, his hands smoothed down her sides to cup her ass and hold her exactly where he wanted her. Right over his obvious erection.
She gasped at the feel of him, even through the thin layers between them. There was no hiding this time. Her body moved, arching and grinding into him, wanting the friction against her clit.
“Mmmm, someone didn’t get enough earlier, did they?
” His words were encouraging instead of taunting, even as he put a bit more pressure on her ass to keep her moving.
“Do you feel how much I want you, Naomi? How hard my cock is for you? He’s been that way since you left my room.
Even jerking off in the shower didn’t calm him down. ”
“Ink,” she breathed, searching for his mouth as the warmth in her core built. The pressure on her sensitive clit was just right, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough.
He kissed her back, arching his hips into hers while guiding hers. Her moans and whimpers fell into his mouth, and she was losing her mind as her orgasm built slowly. Oh, so slowly. It was a fresh kind of torture.
She threw her head back as she moved faster, the pressure and friction on her clit building. “Fuck,” she breathed, thrusting, uncaring anymore.
“Fuck, yes, baby, take your pleasure. Keep going,” he encouraged. “Do you feel the slide of your panties against your clit? Do you feel how hard my cock is pressing, wishing it was closer to you? I can feel how wet you are for me, Naomi. Do you know how fucking sexy that is? I want you to soak me.”
Such a filthy mouth. Who knew she’d love that kind of thing? Or that it would drive her insane with need? But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed him.
“Please, Ink. I need more. Please. I’m so close.” The plea was desperate and unashamed.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me.” His voice was rough, tense, and strained. He stilled her hips, making her whimper.
“I need more. Your fingers. Anything. I need something.” She ground herself against him again. “Fuck, that feels good,” she rasped.
She drew in a sharp breath when he thrust his fingers past her small shorts and found her soaking-wet pussy. Her arousal coated her clit, and when he pinched and rubbed, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. It was so good.
Before he could say anything, she pushed her sleep shorts down, giving him more room. She arched into his fingers, and when she finally shattered, he released her. Then, he thrust his fingers into her, hard and fast, drawing every ounce of pleasure out until she was a quivering, moaning mess.
“So good, baby,” Ink rasped. His voice was tense, but he didn’t remove his fingers, leaving them still as she looked down at him with heavy eyes. “I need to taste you again this time. Feel up to trying something?”
“Trying what?”
He grinned, withdrawing his fingers and easing himself back down. “I want you to straddle my face and let me taste you again.”
She stilled. Wait, what? He wanted her to do what?
He waited patiently.
“Uhh … I don’t know how to … I’ve never done anything like that. What if Asher wakes up?”
“He’s fast asleep. If he didn’t wake up just now from hearing you, he’s not going to. All you need to do is inch your way up here and put that pretty pussy over my face. I’ll handle the rest.”
“I don’t know if I can come again, Ink. It’s been a lot today, and …”
“Baby, you’re getting in your head. This is all about making you feel good. You liked it when I ate your pussy earlier, right?”
She nodded.
“Then get that pretty ass up here and let me feast on you again.”
She hesitated then kicked off her shorts, eased over him, bracing one hand on the armrest and the other on the backrest, her pussy hovering over him.
God, what had gotten into her? Why was she doing this?
Ink’s lips surrounded her clit as his arm wrapped around her hips and tugged her down.
Oh, that was why.
Already sensitive from her first orgasm, she let out a cry that was a little louder than she intended. She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth and moaned into it as Ink chuckled, the sounds vibrating through her.
His mouth was wicked, driving her quickly insane and straight into another orgasm the moment he thrust his tongue inside her, fucking her with it.
“Oh, god.” She gasped and groaned, her hips arching and grinding into his mouth.
She was vaguely worried about suffocating him, but when he held her tighter as she tried to jolt away, she guessed he didn’t care about dying today.
Finally, he eased off, and her body fell forward, exhausted and jellylike. She had the presence of mind to arch her hips back so she was sitting on his upper chest.
He rubbed his face against her thigh and grinned, his face soaked.
“Fucking perfect, baby.” He ran a soothing hand over her bare hip and outer thigh.
“I thought I was going to suffocate you.”
“Best way to die, if you ask me. And I want you to potentially kill me as often as you want.”
She let out a weak laugh. The man was crazy. Easing back, her body buzzed with pleasure, and she stretched on top of him. She laid her head on his chest and rasped, “I only came out here to check on you.”
“And check me out again? I saw the way you were looking at me when I arrived.”
She gave him a bland stare. “You knew exactly what you were doing. Maybe I should be the jealous type with you walking around like that and anyone seeing you.”
“Taz did tell me it was going to be hard to resist me, given how good looking I was,” Ink joked.
Yeah, she could picture Taz saying something like that. With her fingertips, she traced his skin, gently running over the lines of his tattoos.
“I love your tattoos,” she murmured. “It’s like you’re a walking piece of artwork.”
“I’ve always loved tattoos, and they’ve been a way to express myself. I only tattoo important things. On my chest, I have a heart and my mother’s name. Cliché, but she loved those tattoos, and it was one of the only ones she got to see me get before she died.”
“What do you think she’d think of the rest of it?” She eased down a little more, peering at tattoos on his abs in the moonlight. She was wholly aware of his hard cock still pressing against her but ignored it, trying to muster the courage to do what she wanted next.
“She’d roll her eyes and ask me if I planned on tattooing my balls too.” He snickered.
Her eyes went wide. “What? She’d have said that?”
“She had a wicked sense of humor. And super dry. People didn’t always get it or appreciate it, but yeah, she would have.
I used to joke that I’d get her face tattooed on my ass, and she’d tell me she had no plans to be staring at my ass crack and asshole for the rest of her life.
She had to stare at my face enough as it was, and that was close enough. ”
Naomi giggled. “I’d have loved your mom. That was good.” She ran her hands over the exposed V up to his hip bones. She felt the tension building in him, but he said nothing. “Did these hurt?”
“Like a bitch. They’re right over the bone, but it was worth it.
They’re lines that run over my hips and up into the piece on my back.
I have the club’s patch, but I added a few twists to give it a bit more life.
I made the dragon bigger, fire breathing down over my back and hips.
It was a huge-ass piece that took months to finish, but it was fucking worth it. Some of my best work.”
“You drew it yourself?”
“It was too important to allow anyone else to attempt to draw what I wanted. And it took me longer than that to find someone I trusted to do it justice.”
“Can I see it?”
He took a minute to answer. “Baby, if I’m getting naked for you, it’s to see it all, and I’m not sure that’s a good idea tonight.”
Her heart pounded. She looked at him again, really looked. This wasn’t a step she could take lightly. It was too important. Too poignant.
Was she terrified? Yes. Did she want him more than the terror? Yes. Was she ready for such a big step?
That was the thing, wasn’t it? A choice she couldn’t take back. She couldn’t regret it, because Ink’d been very clear about what it would mean. What it would change between them.
Permanently.
Her brain screamed at her to be careful, to think this through fully, but her body screamed at her to jump. To take the chance.
It was Ink. The man who’d been the one to make her feel comfortable.
To calm her panic attacks.
To hurt her.
Who spent time talking to her, sitting with her, and watching over her.
The man who was going to make her fall in love with him. Could she handle the heartbreak when it eventually came? She didn’t believe in a happily ever after for herself, but maybe, just this once, it would be worth the risk. Worth the pain at the end.
Or it could be the best decision she ever made.
That was the angel on her shoulder, the one that made her want to make the leap.
Ink just watched her, like he could tell she was struggling, processing. His fingers stroking along her back distracted her. His touches were light and careful, as if he was afraid he’d spook her.
Maybe she was making a huge mistake, but the pieces in her mind clicked, and she finally whispered, “I want to see it, Ink. Show me.”