Chapter 47
forty-seven
I walk out of Summit Studio reeling over what I just admitted to Sasha, cringing inside as I look both ways before crossing the street to Skin & Ink.
The air is blessedly cool as I step inside and make my way to the employee bathroom to shower and change.
Mind drifting, I tug on a dark pair of jeans and a clean Skin & Ink T-shirt. I can’t believe I just laid it all out like that, telling Sasha I’d wait for her. But fuck, I meant every word.
I head to my station to set up for my first appointment, but my concentration is shot.
Every time I look at my tattoo chair, all I can see is Sasha—legs spread, back arched, my head buried between her thighs as she moaned my name.
The way she tasted, and the sounds she made as her hands clutched at my hair.
My cock hardens, and I have to adjust myself in my jeans.
Christ.
“Hey, you good?” Ryder asks as he walks by, heading for the break room.
“Yeah,” I mutter, rearranging my supplies for the third time.
This has been happening all week. Struggling to focus on anything without those memories invading my brain. The night I pierced Sasha’s nipples before dropping to my knees plays on repeat in my head like some kind of erotic movie I can’t for the life of me seem to shut off.
“Your client’s here,” Claire announces, giving me a concerned look when the sound of her voice startles me out of my self-deprecating spiral.
“Thanks,” I say, forcing a smile that feels more like a grimace.
Raising an eyebrow, she heads back to the front desk.
That’s what I appreciate about my crew—they know when to leave well enough alone.
No one has been riding my ass about my shitty mood or asking why I’ve been so quiet lately.
Ryder knows, but everyone else is just letting me work through whatever this is on my own.
I pride myself on being one of the best tattoo artists in the state. People drive for hours to get inked by me. I’ve got a six-month waiting list for custom pieces. But lately? I’ve just been going through the motions while my mind stays stuck on Sasha.
My next client wants a unicorn riding on flames on her shoulder blade. Normally, it’s the kind of piece that would have me buzzing with creative energy. Instead, I’m sitting here thinking about how Sasha’s mouth felt against mine, how her eyes widened in surprise when I told her I’d wait for her.
“How bad is this going to hurt?” my client asks, her voice snapping me back to reality.
“It shouldn’t be too bad.” I shake my head to clear it. “Just making a few final adjustments and we’ll get started.”
Forcing myself to focus, I flip the switch. As the needle buzzes to life in my hand, I take a deep breath. For the next few hours, I manage to lose myself in my work, letting the familiar cadence of creating art take over my brain.
But as soon as my client leaves, satisfied with her new tat, I’m more than ready to go home.
“You out?” Lizzy asks.
“Yeah,” I answer, grabbing my keys. “Got some stuff to take care of at home.”
She gives me a look I can’t quite decipher before wishing me a good night.
I head out to my truck, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat before climbing in. The leather seat is hot from sitting in the sun all day, so I crank the A/C as I pull out of the lot.
The drive home feels longer than usual. My stomach’s tied in knots, and my palms are sweaty against the steering wheel. What was I thinking, cornering Sasha in her office like that? Telling her I’d wait for her?
Son of a bitch.
I tap my fingers anxiously against the wheel as I stop at a red light.
These past few days have been hell. Living in the same house but barely acknowledging each other.
Passing each other in the hallway on the way to bed with just a nod.
Making coffee for her in the morning, only to leave before she comes downstairs.
It’s driving me fucking insane.
What if I made things even worse? What if she decides she can’t even handle living with me and moves back into her house next door, potentially putting herself in danger?
My heart rate kicks up at the thought. I’d rather have her close and untouchable than not have her around at all. Especially since there hasn’t been word from Dylan about what’s up with the Triple Six.
The light turns green, and I press on the gas a little harder than necessary, causing my truck to jerk forward.
“Goddammit,” I growl, easing off until the sound of the engine fades to a dull roar.
I haven’t even checked my phone all day, afraid I’ll see a text from her telling me she’s moving back home regardless. And we definitely haven’t booty texted each other either.
When I pull my truck into the driveway, the sun is just starting to set, casting long shadows across the lawn. I sit in silence for a minute before I grab my bag and get out.
My feet feel heavy as I trudge up the walkway, keys jangling in my hand as I pause at the front door. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I turn my key in the lock.
When I step inside, letting the door swing shut behind me, I look up and freeze.
“Holy shit,” I breathe.
My cock thickens instantly, straining against my zipper as I stand there, frozen in place, unable to move, unable to think. All I can do is stare at the vision before me as my bag slips from my fingers, my mind barely registering the soft thud as it hits the floor.
Sasha’s sitting in my favorite chair, completely naked except for a green tie hanging between her breasts. With one leg draped provocatively over one arm of the chair, the other is spread wide, giving me a perfect view of her glistening pussy.
“How was your day, dear?” she asks casually, spitting out the first line from one of my favorite movie clips of all time.
Holy fuck. Is she seriously playing out my movie fantasy right now?
I suck in a breath, racking my brain as I try to remember the next line. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
I clear my throat. “Nice tie.”
The sly grin she gives me as she tilts her head when she answers makes me almost come in my pants.
“I got it for you.”
Not wanting to take my eyes off of her for a second, I blindly fumble to engage the deadbolt on the door before I reach behind me, dragging my T-shirt over my head as I kick off my boots.
“Guess you thought about what I said, huh?”
Three strides and I’m across the room. Grabbing her hand, I pull Sasha up and out of the chair, grinning when she squeals as I carefully toss her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and head for the stairs. “Like I told you... I’ve got a dozen other ways we can use that tie, sweet cheeks.”
Her laughter bubbles up as I take the stairs two at a time, one arm wrapped firmly around her thighs to keep her steady. The heat of her naked skin against mine has my heart racing even faster than my sprint up the stairs.
“I thought we could try something new,” she says, voice breathy as I push open my bedroom door with my foot.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask as I toss her onto the bed. She bounces once, letting out a giggle before getting on her knees.
Playing with the tie still hanging around her neck, her voice drops into a sultry whisper. “Think of this tie as a symbol of me offering myself to you. And how you use it? Well... that’s up to you.”
My chest tightens when I get the gist of what she’s saying. Is this her way of telling me she’s all in?
“Are you saying you’re mine? That you wanna be my girl?” I ask, my voice rough with emotion as I reach out to trace my fingers gently along her jawline.
She nods, leaning into my touch. “I’m still scared, Jax. But I want this. I want you. All of you.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I crush my lips to hers, pouring every ounce of what I feel for her into the kiss. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer as she opens for me, sliding her tongue against mine.
Cupping her face with both hands, I deepen the kiss as I climb onto the bed, kneeling before her. When I pull back, her eyes are shining, lips swollen from my assault.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I reach for the tie, slowly sliding it from around her neck. “Do you trust me?”
She nods, firm breasts jiggling with her heavy pants. “Yes.”
“Lie down.” My voice is husky with need as I run the smooth silk back and forth between my fingers.
Settling against the pillows, her red hair fans out like fire against my sheets. My gaze travels over her body, taking in every inch of her perfect skin until it locks onto her breasts. The diamonds catch the light, making my mouth water.
“God, these look even hotter than I remember,” I groan, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the swell of her breast. “How do they feel?”
“Better,” she breathes. “Sensitive, but in a good way.”
I grin, trailing my fingers lightly around her areola, watching as her nipples harden even further at my touch. “Good,” I murmur as she sucks in a breath.
Taking both her wrists in one hand, I raise them above her head, using the other to loop the tie around them. Binding them together, I make sure to leave just the right amount of slack, so when she struggles, they’ll tighten.
“Fuck me, you look beautiful like this,” I growl, making sure the knot is secure before releasing her wrists.
I move to stand at the foot of the bed, eyes locked with hers as I shuck off my jeans. My boxers are next, and I’m finally free, cock springing to attention.
Sasha’s eyes widen, breath picking up as she takes me in. Her gaze travels down my body, lingering on my cock before meeting my eyes again. The heat in her gaze makes my blood burn in my veins.
“Spread your legs,” I command, dropping my voice.
With no hesitation, her thighs fall open to reveal her glistening cunt. My mouth waters in anticipation.
“Look at you,” I rasp, crawling onto the bed to kneel between them. “Always so wet for me, aren’t you?”
Slowly, I run my hands up her inner thighs, reveling in the way she trembles beneath my touch. When I reach her center, I slide two fingers through her folds, gathering her wetness before bringing them to my mouth. The sweet taste of her essence explodes on my tongue, making me groan.
“Goddamn. Do you have any idea how magically fucking delicious you are?” I murmur, lowering myself until I’m face to face with her pussy.
I blow a gentle puff of air against her clit, grinning when she squirms, tugging at the tie binding her wrists.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I dive in, dragging my tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick that has her hips bucking off the bed. Pinning her down with my free hand, I begin to feast.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” I growl against her flesh, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it between my lips.
Her thighs tremble, pressing against the side of my head as I work her over, leaving her writhing beneath me. When I slide a finger inside her, she’s so wet it glides in effortlessly.
“More.” She gasps the command, twisting her wrists. “Jax, more.”
Adding a second finger, I curl them when I find the spot I know drives her wild. As soon as my fingertips brush against it, her back arches off the bed. The sound of the strangled cry escaping her lips goes straight to my cock, making it throb with painful need.
“That’s it, baby,” I groan against her slick flesh. “I want the whole world to hear you.”
I set a steady rhythm with my fingers as I focus my mouth on her clit, sucking and swirling my tongue until her thighs begin to quake even harder. Knowing she’s close, I add a third finger, stretching her further.
Shoving my fingers knuckles deep, I pound them inside her faster and faster, my cock throbbing painfully as I watch her writhe. The way her back arches, how she strains against the tie binding her wrists—it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Come on,” I growl against her clit when I feel her inner walls start to clench, telling me she’s close. “Strangle my fingers, beautiful.”
Less than thirty seconds later, she shatters, walls clamping down as she cries out my name. Never letting up, I work her through every pulse, every tremor, until she’s gasping for breath, her body going limp against the sheets.
“Oh, fuck,” she pants, eyes glazed with pleasure.
Slowly withdrawing my fingers, I make a show of licking them clean, eyes on hers as I savor her taste. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”
Rising to my knees, I grip my cock, giving it a few lazy strokes as I admire the way Sasha is laid out before me.
With each labored breath, her chest rises and falls. Thighs still trembling, her pussy is glistening, pink and swollen.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I murmur as I lean in, sliding my tongue into her mouth so she can taste herself.
When I pull away and sit back on my knees, her eyes have darkened to a deep, sensual green. Slowly she takes me in until her gaze lasers in on my cock.