Chapter 21 – Presley
PRESLEY
Ithought I would have a hard time falling asleep after Ink told me about the phone call with Phoenix, but that wasn’t the case. In fact, Ink had to wake me up because I slept through my alarm—something I hadn’t done since before Ariel was born.
It wasn’t until I was in the shower after breakfast that I realized why. I felt safe. Even with the danger to me and my daughter still largely unknown, I felt safe.
I knew it didn’t have anything to do with being surrounded by able-bodied adults hidden away in a castle. We were leaving the next day, and I wasn’t worried about our safety at home, because I knew Ink would protect us.
The shower door opened, interrupting my thoughts. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Ink said as he joined me in the double shower. “What were you thinking about?”
“What we’re going to do today,” I lied as I rinsed the last of the conditioner from my hair. “Do you know what my mom has planned?”
“Not a clue,” he said, his mouth suddenly next to my ear as his hands slipped around my waist. “I know what I have planned.”
“Fucking me in the shower?” I asked, hoping his plans were to continue our new morning routine.
He answered by gripping my hair with one hand and slipping two fingers inside me with the other as he moved me against the shower wall. He slowly moved his fingers in and out while he massaged my clit with his thumb.
“Ink,” I groaned. I was already close to coming, and he’d barely touched me. I was enjoying the hell out of my mid-thirties.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
He’d been making me tell him what I wanted him to do to me for a couple of days. I loved it as much as I hated it, but I’d thought of a new response I wanted to try.
“Whatever you want,” I said quietly.
“Nice try,” he said and removed his fingers from me.
“I want your fingers back inside me,” I said instantly.
He grinned and kept his eyes on mine as he slowly pushed his fingers between my legs before he quickly shoved them inside and pressed his thumb against my clit.
My knees nearly gave out, but Ink held me up. Once he was sure I was steady again, the asshole took his hand away and waited for me to tell him what I wanted.
“I want to come.”
“You know what I want,” he almost growled.
“Fine,” I huffed and tried saying it all at once. “I want to come on your fingers while you’re sucking my tits. Then I want you to turn me around and fuck me from behind while I rub my clit and you fuck my ass with your finger,” I said, rushing out the last part.
“For time’s sake, I’ll let that slide today, but you won’t get away with that shit tomorrow,” he said, causing my body to tighten around his fingers. “I felt that.”
“Please, fuck me,” I begged and moaned when his lips wrapped around my nipple. “Oh, thank fuck.” He increased his pace, pumping his hand faster. He bit down on my nipple, and I exploded.
My orgasm had barely stopped when he pulled his fingers from me and turned me around. “Bend over and put your hands on the bench,” he said, rubbing his wet fingers over my nipples. “Spread your legs.”
I quickly did as he said, and he didn’t waste any time slamming his dick into me. “Fuck,” I groaned. It wasn’t going to take much to get me there again. With one hand on the bench, I reached down and massaged my clit.
Ink pressed his finger against my ass and pushed it inside. Then he stopped moving.
“I want you to fuck my ass with your finger and fuck my pussy with your cock,” I rushed out.
He moved, but it was torturously slow. “If you want me to move faster, you have to talk slower.”
I swallowed and tried again. “I want you to fuck my ass with your finger,” I said slowly, “and fuck my pussy with your cock. Please.”
“Fuck, I love hearing you talk like that,” he said and increased his pace until he was fucking me at a quick pace.
I didn’t want it to end, but there was nothing I could do to stop the wave of pleasure that washed over me seconds later.
He fucked me through my orgasm, before he pulled out and quickly turned me around, pushing me to my knees.
I opened my mouth and let him fuck my face until he came down my throat.
Fuck, I loved letting him make me feel dirty.
“Since this is our last night here, I wanted to make something special for dinner tonight,” my mom said.
“Can I help?” Ariel asked immediately.
“Of course you can.”
“Mom, will you make apple pies?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Assuming we have the ingredients.”
“I would love to help if you have room for another set of hands,” Daphne volunteered. “I love cooking.”
“I’ll watch London for you,” Nora said. She’d been happily babysitting London for Dice and Daphne all week since she couldn’t participate in most of the activities because of her injury.
“Perfect!” Mom said. “Eugene, honey, I love you dearly, but I don’t want you coming in and out of this kitchen all day to get snacks so you can stuff your face and not be hungry for dinner like you do at home.”
“Alice, love, I love you dearly, but I don’t want to spend the last full day of vacation pulled into yet another of your cooking whims,” Dad said.
“Can we go fishing?” Buck asked excitedly.
“How many times do I have to tell you we can go fishing at home?” Walter asked.
“As many times as I have to tell you that we don’t have royal lakes at home.”
“We don’t have a royal lake here.”
“What do you call it then?” Buck asked. “It’s too big to be a pond.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Walter huffed.
“I wouldn’t mind fishing,” Dice said.
Ink grinned. “Bet I catch a bigger fish than you.”
“Than who?” Walter and Buck asked at the same time.
“Both of you,” Ink said.
“Meaning we each have to catch a fish bigger than yours?” Walter asked.
Ink nodded. “And if only one of you beats me, we’ll consider the bet null and void.”
“Deal,” the old men said in unison.
“You need to set a time limit,” Daphne said seriously. “Or we’ll never see the four of them again.”
“Four?” Ink asked.
Daphne laughed. “If my man ever leaves me, it’ll be for some shit like this involving you.”
Nora laughed so hard she startled London.
“I’m staying here to keep an eye on things,” Pop said.
“And to make blackberry cobbler?” Ariel asked, clasping her hands and blinking dramatically.
“I suppose that can be arranged,” Pop grinned.
Daphne pointed to Dice and Ink, then to her dad and Buck. “Be back by five o’clock.”
My mom looked at my dad. “You do what their mom says.”
They couldn’t hide it. We knew who had won the bet the moment the guys returned from fishing.
“Where are you going to put it?” Buck asked excitedly.
“I’ll put it on my dick so you’ll have to look at that to see the tattoo if you keep pestering me,” Ink said.
“Fine,” Buck relented. “I don’t want my idea tainted by your canvas.”
“Taint …there’s a place I haven’t considered,” Ink said.
“We’ll include location, size, and color specifications next time,” Walter said.
“Next time?” Ink laughed. “We haven’t finished this time yet.”
“Will one of you tell us what the damn tattoo is?” Daphne blurted and covered her mouth. Dice moved toward her but stopped when she held up her hand and backed away. “I’m sorry, but y’all smell so bad it’s making me feel sick. I’ll wait over here but talk loud so I can hear.”
“Okay, okay,” Walter said and looked at Buck.
“A number two pencil,” they said at the same time.
“But,” Buck said excitedly. “Instead of N-O-2 for Number Two, it will have N-O Ink for—”
“No Ink.” Ink nearly doubled over with laughter. “I have to give y’all credit. That’s fucking brilliant.” Then, surprisingly, he looked at me. “You’re cool with it, right, babe?”
“As long as it’s not on your face,” I said and met Ink’s eyes. We seemed to realize what we’d said at the same time. “Well, we need to get ready for dinner. Great tattoo, guys,” I blurted and made a beeline for the elevator, tugging Ink along with me.
Ink’s stinky hand landed on my cheek, causing me to jerk away and wrinkle my nose in disgust.
“Sorry,” he said and pulled his hand back. “I have washed them.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better,” I said. “What if they still stink after you shower?”
“They won’t,” he promised and waited for the elevator doors to close. “I care about your opinion of me.”
“My opinion of you has nothing to do with the ink on your body,” I said sincerely, followed by a grin. “But I do like your face the way it is.”
“No worries. I promised my mom a long time ago that I wouldn’t ruin her Christmas pictures with a tattooed face. Before you say anything, it’s not what you think. She didn’t want the colors on my face to clash with her Christmas colors.”
“Our mothers can never be near each other during the holidays,” I said seriously.
“Says the woman who chose the Winter Wonderland room because it was the most Christmas-like.”
“You just wait until you experience one of my mom’s Christmases.”
“You said the same thing about her vacations,” he countered and waited for me to exit.
“We’re in a haunted castle,” I reminded him.
“We’re in a resort built in the shape of a castle,” he said flatly.
“You don’t think it’s haunted?”
“Do you?” he asked in surprise. “We’ve been here for a week, and the weirdest thing that’s happened is the bathroom light keeps going out at night, and that’s probably because the bulb needs to be changed.”
“The toilet flushes when no one’s in the bathroom,” I reminded him.
“Okay, two things,” he said as he opened the door to our room.
“Straight to the bathroom. I don’t want you leaving any of your stink behind.”
“I love it when you’re bossy.”
“Go!” I demanded with a grin.
“As I was saying, two unusual things with plausible explanations. They have what looks like top-of-the-line ghost hunting equipment, and we haven’t gotten a single blip.
Your grandfather has motion detectors set up all over the third floor, and the only motion he’s detected has been from the people staying here.
Sounds like a gimmick or good marketing.
” He shrugged and stepped into the shower.
“You never answered me. Do you think it’s haunted? ”
“I guess it depends on what you mean by haunted. Do I think spirits can communicate? Sure. Do I think ghosts exist solely to scare people? No,” I explained. “If they exist, I think they have a purpose, maybe a message to send.”
Ink looked at me and placed his hand on the glass. “No more stinky Ink. It’s safe to enter.”
“I showered earlier,” I told him. “I’m going to change and go downstairs. I need to take the pies out, and I want to see if Mom needs any help.”
“I’m deeply, deeply disappointed,” he said.
“I’m sure you won’t be by the end of the night,” I said suggestively and hurried out the door.