Brothers Ink Tattoo (Complete Box Set #1-4)

by Nicole James

  “Don’t you have a flight to catch?”

  “Plane leaves in two hours.”

  “What time does your band take the stage?”

  “Nine tonight. Why don’t you come?”

  “You know I have to drive the truck full of all this shit back to Colorado.”

  “Sucks for you.”

  “Yeah, so you should be nice to me.”

  Rory’s lips split into a devilish grin. “Maybe I’ll go see if I can get Velvet to sign one of those calendars for you. I’ll have her make it out to my ugly older brother.”

  “Gee, thanks.”

  ***

  An hour after the expo closed, Velvet and her photographer sat at the hotel bar. It was a nice place, sleekly decorated and dimly lit.

  Velvet lifted her lemon drop martini. “To us.”

  Aaron lifted his Scotch. “To you, beautiful.”

  They toasted, and Velvet gave him a small smile as she licked the sugary rim of her drink. “I can’t believe we sold over a thousand copies of the calendar this weekend.”

  “I can. The men loved you. Hell, at one point the line for you to sign them was down the entire aisle. I was afraid we were going to run out of copies.”

  “I never would have believed it. I thought you were crazy for bringing all those cartons.”

  “We completely sold out this weekend.”

  “There’s another tattoo expo in New York coming up. Maybe we can hit that one?” she suggested.

  He set his glass down and ran his finger around the rim. “Not sure I can get them printed in time, and it’s probably too late to get a booth.”

  Velvet frowned. Aaron was usually so positive and enthusiastic about the opportunities for them. It just wasn’t like him, but she nodded. “Okay. Maybe Miami or—”

  He cut her off. “Yeah, sure. We’ll see. Let’s talk about that tomorrow.”

  “All right.”

  He downed what was left of his drink. “I need to call Angie. She’s left me several messages. She’ll be excited to know how the event went.” He stood, digging in his wallet and throwing some bills on the bar. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll call her from my room.”

  Velvet started to push her drink away.

  “No, honey. You stay. Enjoy your drink. I’ll call you first thing in the morning; we’ll meet up for breakfast and make some plans for the future, then get some good shots in with the morning light.” He hugged her, then pulled away, his hands on her upper arms,. “You did good, kid.”

  “We did. I couldn’t have done it without your beautiful photography.”

  He chucked her chin and then walked out.

  Velvet turned back to the bar and lifted her glass. A bluesy song was playing, and she took a moment to savor her success. She stared at the bottles lit-up in an amber glow behind the bar. With the money they’d earned this weekend, she was that much closer to her dream. She was finally making enough money to do something she’d wanted to for years. She’d longed her whole life to be able to have her future dependent on only herself, to have her success or failure rely solely on her own shoulders, not be at the whim of someone else. She wanted to be her own boss.

  She didn’t want much. She didn’t need fame or wealth. She just wanted a little piece of happiness, and in her eyes that was something as far from the world she found herself in as one could imagine. Looking at her ink, one would never guess what her real dream was. She loved the tattoo world and the people she’d met in it, but it hadn’t been her dream in life to be where she now found herself—a tattoo model. It was just a forced circumstance that had become a means to an end. What she wanted was as far from this as she could get.

  She wanted a simple, cute little vintage coffee shop. She dreamed of lining shelves with books of all kinds. She dreamed of it being a place where people loved to come and spend time, where the community gathered and where all were accepted. She’d decorate it up big for holidays, and she’d definitely have a corner filled with children’s books—something she’d never had as a child—and maybe even a colorful rug for them to lay on the floor and read while their parents sipped on delicious coffee drinks. That was her dream, and now with the earnings she’d split with Aaron on the calendar sales, she was almost able to have it. She was so close she could taste it.

  She’d even found a location, and the landlord had given her until Tuesday to put the deposit down on the lease.

  Someone slipped onto the barstool that Aaron had vacated, and the bartender approached, tossing a coaster down on the bar. “What can I get you?”

  A deep male voice replied, “Bourbon. And get the lady another.”

  She turned to thank the man, but froze when she saw him.

  Her stomach dropped, and she heard a roaring in her ears as the panic rushed through her. She said a quick prayer in her head that he didn’t recognize her as the fifteen-year-old kid he’d once tattooed.

  ***

  Liam glanced over at the beauty he’d been drooling over during the convention. He couldn’t believe his luck when he walked in the bar.

  His eyes took in the black pants that hugged her long legs, the high-heeled sandals, and the skimpy red top with skinny little straps that displayed all her colorful ink. She was stunning.

  Here was his chance to take that risk Rory had berated him about. Maybe Rory was right. Maybe he needed to be more open to opportunity and quit worrying about getting burned.

  “Hey.” He greeted her with a smile.

  “Hey.”

  “Nice ink.” Shit, could he be more cliché?

  “Thank you. You, too.” Her eyes moved over the exposed ink at his neck and rolled up sleeves.

  “I saw your line today. Your hand must be exhausted from autographing so many calendars.” God, he sounded like such an idiot, like he’d never hit on a beautiful woman in his life. He wouldn’t be surprised if she rolled her eyes and turned a cold shoulder on him. But, thankfully, the pick-up gods were smiling down on him. Instead of blowing him off, she grinned and flexed her hand.

  “I’m recovering and this is helping.” She lifted her drink and took a sip.

  I bet it is. A pretty drink for a pretty lady. Does it taste as good as it looks?” What he really wondered was did she taste as good as she looked. By the tug at the corner of her mouth, she got the innuendo.

  “Absolutely.”

  “Looks delicious.”

  She lifted her chin to his drink. “I’m sure there’s something to be said for Bourbon straight up. It’s such a manly drink, isn’t it?”

  He huffed out a laugh. “Well, I’m a man, so, yeah.”

  She seemed to relax and even giggled. It was a soft melodic sound that drew him further under her spell. “Yes, you definitely are, handsome.”

  Was she flirting with him? He extended his hand. “Liam.”

  She hesitated a moment, then took it. “Velvet.”

  “That’s a unique name.”

  “I’m a unique woman.”

  “No argument here.”

  ***

  Fifty-four minutes later he was pulling her through the door to his room and falling onto the king-size bed. They rolled around on the white goose-down duvet cover, tossing articles of clothing to the floor piece by piece.

  She climbed on top of him and began unbuttoning his shirt. His palms smoothed up her thighs while he let her undress him. She tugged the tails out of his jeans and went to work on his belt buckle. When it was open, he sat up and captured her mouth with his while he tugged her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor.

  Her bra was see-through lace and with a snap of his fingers he unhooked it and pulled it down her arms. Her gorgeous breasts popped free into his waiting hands. He squeezed them and brought one, then the other, to his waiting mouth.

  She arched her back when he closed over her nipple and sucked hard. Her moan was music to his ears. He squeezed and sucked and played until she was writhing against his cock.

  She dragged her sweet pu
ssy against him, getting off on it. He had no problem with that; he loved that she took her pleasure, but it was torture for him.

  He grabbed her face with his hands and latched his mouth to hers, sweeping his tongue inside. Her lips were soft and pliant, and she tilted her head back, giving him all the access he wanted. He stroked one hand down her long delicate neck and threaded his fingers into the hair at her nape. He held her head in position while he thoroughly kissed her.

  Finally, in need of breath, he lifted his mouth from hers. “Goddamn, I’ve wanted to taste you from the moment I saw you rolling around on that white fur. You were so hot, sweetness. God, I’d love to see you rolling around on it topless, that soft fur tickling these pretty pink nipples. Would you like that, baby? Would that turn you on?”

  “If it turned you on to watch me, I’d do it.”

  “Hell, then I’ll buy a white fur rug.”

  “The way you talk.”

  His hands drifted down to cup her lush ass, controlling her writhing motions and applying more pressure. “You like that?”

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  “It’s fucking torture. I want inside you so bad, lady.”

  He rolled her until her back was flat on the bed. Then he moved up to his knees and worked the fastening of her pants. He stood at the foot of the bed and slipped her sexy as sin strappy little sandals off her feet, noting the pink polished toes and the trailing vine that was tattooed around one ankle. He slowly pulled her pants off, revealing what had to be God’s gift to mankind. Her long legs were perfectly shaped, and his eyes trailed up them. Colorful ink ran up either thigh and over the gorgeous curves of her hips. His eyes stalled at the juncture of those beautiful thighs. A scrap of red lace that matched the bra he’d already tossed aside was all that covered her from his gaze. The see-through lace gave him a tantalizing glimpse of her delectable pussy. “You gonna let me taste that, Velvet?”

  Her eyes were dark and shining, and her lips parted. She nodded, giving him the sweetest gift she had, and he wasn’t taking that gift for granted. He wanted her to know how honored he felt; he wanted her to feel worshipped. He wanted her to remember every moment of this night, their first night together, but if he had anything to say about it, definitely not their last.

  He dropped to his knees and pulled her toward him, spreading her thighs to accommodate his broad shoulders. “I want you to enjoy every second of our time together.”

  The pulse in her neck quickened at his words, and her breathing picked up.

  He ran his palms up the inside of her thighs, his touch soft but firm, stopping just short of his goal and dragging the moment out until the anticipation made her squirm.

  “Liam, please.”

  At the first stroke of his thumbs over her pussy, she jerked.

  “Easy, sweetness. I’m only going to give you pleasure.” He brushed the pads of his thumbs over her again, and then he dipped his head and inhaled her scent. It filled his nostrils and went straight to the primal part of his brain. He wanted her more than any woman he’d ever been with.

  She sucked in a breath and lifted her hips. “Please.”

  He gave her what she wanted and licked her softly… slowly with the flat of his tongue.

  Her fingers threaded into his hair and tried to pull him closer, but he was having none of it. She was a delectable treat, and he was determined to take his time savoring her. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed by her hips.

  That had her writhing even more. “Oh, God, Liam.”

  “We go at my pace. I want to take my time, and you’re going to let me, yeah?”

  She stared down at him; her passion-glazed pupils dilated. “Yes. Yes. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

  He licked her again and again, watching her belly tremble with the need he was building in her. She tugged on her wrists, but he held them tighter. If she’d asked him to release her, he would have immediately, but she didn’t.

  She struggled to move, to bring her pussy to his mouth, but he held her thighs pinned beneath his muscular arms. He gave her just enough room to move an inch and barely lift to his waiting mouth. “Work for it, baby.”

  Her pussy coated with a new rush of wetness. This time, Liam was the one who gave in.

  “Oh, yeah, baby. I love seeing that.” He dipped his head and lapped and sucked and finally worked his way up to her clit. He gave it all the attention it deserved until she thrashed on the bed; her head flung back, and she begged him not to stop.

  He gave her a wicked smile. “I have no intention of stopping anytime soon. I could feast on this sweet pussy all night long and never get tired of it.”

  True to his word, he kept on and on, stroke after stroke until she exploded in orgasm.

  Her chest heaved, but he wasn’t ready to give her a break just yet. He released one wrist and sank two fingers into her slick pussy, searching out her g-spot. Her hips jerked, and he knew he’d found it. “Bingo.”

  She stared down at him, her breasts slick with sweat. “Oh, God. I can’t.”

  He kissed her inner thigh. “Yeah, you can, baby girl. I’ll show you.”

  He worked her g-spot rapidly and gently stimulated her clit with soft circles. She writhed and squirmed, panting hard.

  Liam spread one big palm over the trembling skin of her belly and applied pressure, keeping her pelvis pinned to the bed while he stroked her clit and g-spot. Wave after wave of release coated his fingers.

  She lifted her head to watch, and Jesus Christ, she was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

  He could feel her clenching around his fingers. He wanted her to remember this night, like he knew he would remember the sight of her rolling around on that white fur forever.

  He kept at her until her head dropped back, and she arched, her mouth dropping open. He took that moment to press down on her belly and up with the two fingers inside her, and she detonated, moaning loudly as she came hard.

  She panted heavily, her body trembling. “Please, no more.”

  He gently withdrew his fingers but kept his thumb moving in soft slick circles as she floated back down. Then he lapped her clean.

  He put a fist to the mattress and hovered over her body, taking her mouth with his. She moaned, her hands coming up to lightly touch his ribs.

  He broke the kiss to look at her flushed face. Then he moved back off the end of the bed, stripping down. He pulled a condom packet from his pocket and tossed it on the bed, then dropped his jeans to the floor.

  His eyes remained locked on hers, but her pretty blues dropped to his cock. He took it in his hand, giving it a stroke. It was already rock hard.

  “You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, Velvet.”

  ***

  Velvet was used to men looking at her with lust in their eyes, but the way Liam looked at her now was different. His warm brown eyes were sincere, his words genuine.

  She could only give him tonight, but she had a feeling he would never be satisfied with only one night. She knew she should have never even risked this much, but with this man, like no other, she couldn’t fight the pull. It was like he was her one true mate, and she was incapable of denying him.

  God, those unspoken thoughts would sound crazy if she dared speak them. She knew better than anyone that reality was nothing romantic. There were no soul mates.

  But, Lord, with just a look, he was making her feel things she shouldn’t dare let herself feel. A moment before she’d let herself forget everything but the feel of his warm mouth on her pussy.

  As he stood there, her eyes moved over his muscular body, taking in all the tattoos she’d only ever wondered about. Now she could see every inch of them, and they were beautiful. Colorful masculine designs made him that much more attractive in her eyes, that much more dangerous; they accentuated every muscle group that corded his stunning body.

  She couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation of having that big masculine body on top of her. As if he read her thoughts, his mouth
twisted into a half smile revealing pearly teeth. His eyes darkened, traveling over every inch of her, branding her with possession, before returning to her eyes, and she suddenly found it hard to breathe. She’d never in her life reacted to a man this way.

  The vein in his neck pulsed, and a muscle in his jaw tightened. His eyes stalled on her bare pussy, and she squirmed in anticipation. That was all the invitation he needed. A predatory gleam was in his eyes when they flashed to hers. He leaned down, a fist in the bed and kissed his way up her body.

  Desire shot through her veins with the tingle of his lips trailing across her sensitive skin. When he got to her breasts, he sucked and toyed with them at his leisure. His warm body settled, pinning her to the mattress.

  His hard cock pressed against her thigh, and she swore she could feel it pulsing between them.

  He released her nipple and took her mouth for one long kiss. “I need you,” he breathed.

  She nodded, even as he was already moving between her thighs, spreading her wide to accommodate his body.

  He paused only long enough to tear open the condom packet and slip it on, and she felt pinned like a butterfly, helpless to do anything but take what he was giving. He dropped a hand to her breast and squeezed, his mouth sucking on her nipple. He dragged his touch down her belly, guiding his cock to her opening. He swirled the head in her wetness and then sank deep in one deep thrust.

  Her head fell back and her mouth dropped open as she gasped in a breath at suddenly being filled. He gripped her ass and held her firmly while he eased in and out, setting the pace and giving her every inch of him.

  She couldn’t help but clench down around him, and when she did, he emitted a growl from deep in his chest and picked up his pace until he was driving into her.

  He lifted his weight off her, slipping a hand between them and strumming her clit. He dipped his head, murmuring hot words of sex into her ear until she couldn’t think of anything but the sensations soaring through her. She moaned his name.