Barber Shop Ink - Book 3: Riverworth

by Penny Blush

  ME: Baby I wish I were there to kiss that smirk right off your face.

  My phone pinged with a new message, another photo. This one was of Memphis showing off his broad naked chest covered in tattoos and the wall of muscles that made up his abdomen. Oh, my God, I know he’s all mine, so I may be just a little biased and all but fuck me that man is hot.

  I could feel myself getting flushed just thinking about all the things I wanted to do to him. My phone pinged with another message. Again, a pic. This one was of his muscular thighs, just showing off the edge of the legs of his boxer briefs but still not showing what I wanted to see.

  I took a picture of my breast covered by my splayed fingers the hard peak of my nipple showing and sent it to him.

  He sent back a pic of him biting his bottom lip, his eyes sparkling with mischief, he looked so freaking sexy it made me moan out loud. My God I wanted to be at home right now. I didn’t want to be sending pictures back and forth to each other when we were a thousand miles apart. I wanted to be at home in our bed with him, and I wanted to touch and taste every inch of him and ride him hard.

  He knew exactly what he was doing to me, the bastard. With each picture he sent, I was getting wetter, hotter and needier. But I guess that turnabout is fair play.

  “Well Mr Blue two can play that game,” I muttered to myself.

  Laying naked on the bed in the cool of the evening coupled with the texts and pictures from Memphis my nipples were hard and aching. I kept rubbing my thighs together trying to ease the need and throbbing between my legs. I skimmed my hand down my body, squeezing my breast, pinching my nipple wishing it was Memphis’s hand on me, not mine. I slid my hand down my stomach and between my legs. My fingers circled my clit, moaning before I slid my fingers along the seam of my pussy teasing my entrance. I slid a finger inside me, gasping before adding another teasing myself wanting it to be Memphis.

  Before I got too carried away, I took a photo of my hand between my legs. You couldn’t see anything, but the picture left him with no doubt about what I was doing.

  I also took a photo of my exposed breasts my nipples peaked and needy, begging to be touched by Memphis, licked and sucked on, his beard tickling me.

  Finally, I took a picture of my head tilted back, my hair spread out around me, my mouth opened in a gasp, my cheeks flushed. Without adding any comments, I sent the three photos one after the other and continued to tease my pussy with my fingers waiting for his reply. I didn’t have to wait long before my phone pinged.

  MEMPHIS: Unlock the phone now!

  MEMPHIS: Video call, me NOW!

  MEMPHIS: I need to see you NOW!

  MEMPHIS: You can’t touch yourself like that without me!

  Then Memphis sent a photo that had me scrambling and my fingers flying across the screen to unlock the video call function as fast as I could. The photo was of his boxer briefs riding scandalously low on his hips barely containing his extremely hard, thick cock. The picture of his hard-on had me panting and aching for relief. I clicked on the video call app, I don’t think it even got through half a ring before he answered.

  “Baby Girl, you don’t fight fair,” he growled deep and low in his throat.

  “Oh God, Baby, I don’t want to fight, I want to fuck. I wish you were here,” I moaned looking into his gorgeous eyes.

  “Oh God, don’t say fuck to me right now,” it was his turn to moan.

  “Baby, are you at home? Are you in our bedroom?” I asked sick of trying to bring myself some relief when having to hold a small phone in one hand.

  “Yes, why?” he asked.

  “Quick Baby go to the tall boy and pull out the bottom drawer,” I commanded, reaching to the bedside table to grab my encrypted laptop.

  “Sweetness where in the middle of something, it can wait,” he replied.

  “No Memphis NOW!”

  “What? Why?” he asked all suddenly business as he flew off the bed. The view of the room on the screen spun as he kept the phone in his hand dropping to his knees pulling out the drawer.

  “Underneath the drawer is a laptop, pull it out and get your ass back on the bed,” I demanded.

  Why the hell did I not think of this before?

  “Now what?” he asked.

  “Just give me a second,” I muttered.

  A few keystrokes later I had his laptop turned on and the camera engaged, the feed shifted from his phone and the same thing on my end.

  “Hey Baby,” I said smiling when his handsome face lit up the computer screen.

  “What the fuck? Baby Girl you are really scary sometimes you know that,” he smiled back. “I’m not even going to ask how the fuck you just did that.”

  “Well I wanted to see more of you and this way we can continue this conversation hands-free,” I giggled wiggling my fingers at the screen. I was lying on my stomach, so he had a screen full of my cleavage.

  “I like the way that sexily evil brain of yours works,” he smirked. “I want to see you,” he said lifting his chin at me indicating I should sit up.

  I pushed the laptop to the foot of the bed and rolled over sitting up on my side, like a mermaid sitting on the shore. My naked breasts, stomach and my tattooed side, exposed but still hiding my pussy from his gaze.

  “Now it’s your turn Baby,” I said tilting my chin at the screen. “Strip.”

  Chapter 15 Memphis

  If this is what our video calls would be like, I think I might cope with her being away, for a few more days. It still didn’t compare to her being here with me to kiss, lick, taste and fuck but it was a good substitute.

  “You want me to strip, Sweetness? You want me naked?” I grinned, sliding off the bed and positioning the laptop so she could still see me.

  “Umm humm,” she nodded. “I want you naked now Baby, show me that hard cock of yours.”

  Being on the other side of the world and behind a computer screen was making her bolder with her demands. Her confidence may have been high, but that didn’t stop the blush spreading across her beautiful face.

  I stood in front of the screen, Hedge rolled on to her tummy moving closer to the screen anticipation on her face. I smirked, deciding to tease her. I slid my boxer briefs down revealing the base of my cock and nothing else. Her breath caught waiting for me to drop my pants. I turned to the side and slid one side of my boxer briefs down revealing an ass cheek.

  “Is this what you wanted?” I asked snapping the elastic of my briefs.

  “I like what I see, but Baby I want more,” she encouraged biting her lower lip.

  I turned my back to the computer screen and lowered my boxer briefs exposing my ass, and Hedge wolf whistled. I turned to my right.

  “Baby what is that?” Hedge asked her breath caught in her throat.

  “What’s, what?” I asked, turning left and right looking over my shoulder trying to find what she was looking for.

  “You know damn well, Memphis Blue. On your right hip. What is that?”

  Stepping closer to the camera, I turned to the right running my hand over my hip. My fingers gliding over the tattoo I had Jaxon ink into my skin. I had him add it to my body the day after I burst into his house demanding to know where Hedge was. The tattoo had taken sixteen hours, I was in love with it, I just hoped that Hedge loved it just as much.

  “Baby, step closer,” she demanded.

  “I wanted to wait until you were home to show you, but I guess the cat is out of the bag now,” I said feeling nervous.

  Hedge was silent her stunning eyes locked on the screen, the only outward sign of any emotion was an occasional swipe of her tongue across her lower lip.

  “Baby, she’s beautiful,” she said awed.

  The tattoo was a goddess kneeling on a bed of flowers with ethereal gossamer wings wrapped around her. Her curly hair piled on top of her head the dark tresses weaving into an intricate golden crown. Her head dipped down looking at a pure white Casablanca lily in her hands with her name, her real name, Jupiter Calliope
written in script along the bottom.

  “You,” she started then stopped, her emotions catching in her throat. “You have my name tattooed on you.”

  “I do,” I chuckled.

  “But Baby, that’s like the kiss of death having your partner's name tattooed on you,” she exclaimed, alarm in her voice.

  “Not for us it’s not,” I replied fiercely. “Apart from my grandparents, I have never wanted to put anything on me that represented another person until I met you.”

  I turned back to the screen and knelt beside the bed, so she could see the seriousness on my face.

  “Jupiter Calliope Riverworth I love you. I am marrying you. I am spending the rest of my life with you. After we’re married, I am adding Mrs Blue right here,” I pounded my fist over my heart. There was a space under my Pops and Grams names I kept ink free for my wife and my kid’s names. “Then when they come along, I will add the names of our babies.”

  “Memphis,” She started, but I cut her off.

  “I don’t care if they are our biological babies or adopted babies or fur babies.” I smiled when she laughed, “but we are having babies so get used to the idea Mumma.”

  “Memphis, you will be the most amazing daddy to our babies in whatever form they come.”

  I know she had said she may not be able to have kids without medical intervention, if at all. But we will have a lot of fun trying to get pregnant. If I had to keep her in bed and sexed-up 24/7 I would.

  “I’m so sorry I did this to us, Baby,” she growled. “I want to kiss you so much right now. I want my hands on you.”

  Hedge reached up pushing her hair out of her face flick it across her shoulder exposing her creamy breast. My eyes caught something I hadn’t seen in the photos, distracted by the sexy images she was sending through, I just hadn’t noticed.

  “Hedge my love,” I said in a serious tone.

  “Yes, Memphis my heart,” she replied with a large smile on her face.

  “Did you get some new jewellery?” She bit her bottom lip nodding. “Oh, Baby Girl you know Cassidy is going to be pissed.”

  “No, she’s not,” she giggled. “Though she was pissed that I woke her up at four o’clock in the morning.”

  “What are you talking about?” I laughed.

  “She did it the morning I left. That way they would heal by the time I got home,” she explained running her thumbnail over the bar piercing through her nipple.

  “Baby Girl that is so not fair,” I complained feeling my cock stirring again. “I was supposed to be there when it happened.”

  “You wanted to watch me get pierced?”

  “Hell, yes! It would have been fucking hot.” My hand slid to my throbbing cock. “Baby Girl, I can’t wait to play with my new toys.”

  “Your new toys?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “Hedge, they may be in your body, but they are totally for my benefit,” I laughed waggling my eyebrows at her.

  “Well you have your hand on one of my toys,” she giggled, tilting her head showing she could see I had my dick in my hand.

  Wanting to get back to our earlier activity and done with playing games I stood back up dropping my boxer briefs to the floor. Hedge gasped at seeing my large hard cock bounce on the screen, I grinned reaching down wrapping my hand round my cock stroking it a few times.

  “Baby get back on the bed,” she demanded all business.

  “Only if you stop hiding the goods,” I said climbing back onto the bed.

  “You want to look at me Baby?” She said rolling over and arching her back. “You want to see all of me?”

  She asked running her hand over her breast, her black polished nails teasing her pierced nipples. Her delicate fingers gliding over her stomach, her hand disappearing between her legs.

  “Baby Girl you’re still hiding,” I said laying down propping the laptop up on a pillow, positioning the screen so I could see all her and she could see me. “I want to see all of you. I want to see what you are doing with your hands.”

  Hedge sat up swivelling around, so she was sitting up resting on a pile of pillows with knees bent and the laptop sitting between her feet. My cheeky little Goddess was still hiding, her hands covering her honey pot.

  “Sweetness now you’re just being cheeky. If I were there, I would spank your ass, then I would fuck the sass right out of you.” Hedge giggled sliding one hand over the other making sure she was covered. “Jupiter Calliope Riverworth if you ever want to become Mrs Blue show me your pussy now,” I growled, stroking my cock hard.

  “Baby if I knew all I had to do to become Mrs Blue was to flash you. I would have a long time ago,” she said removing her hands, dropping her knees. “Baby, I love it when you use my real name.”

  “Jupiter my Goddess, I fucking love you.”

  “Oh, God, Memphis I wish you were here, I need you, Baby,” she moaned as her fingers worked her clit. “I need your mouth on me, I need your cock inside me.”

  “Fuck, Baby Girl I want you so much,” I moaned fisting my cock stroking harder.

  “Memphis Baby,” she moaned.

  My eyes glued to the screen as her fingers worked her pussy moaning, her lust husky voice calling my name. It was one of the hottest things I have ever seen. Hedge added a second finger, fucking herself hard with her fingers. As Hedge picked up speed so did I, stroking up and down my painfully hard cock.

  “Baby Girl are you close,” I panted, desperately trying to stall my building orgasm.

  “Oh God, Memphis I’m so close,” Hedge groaned. “I wish you were here. I wish you were fucking me. Baby, I need you. I need your cock buried deep inside me.”

  She was fucking herself so hard her gorgeous tits bouncing, the light from the bedside lamp glinting off her piercings.

  “Jupiter Baby, watching you get yourself off is so fucking hot. Oh, fuck I’m not gonna last much longer.”

  “Memphis, I need your mouth on me, your tongue on me. When I get back I need you to fuck me so hard,” she moaned.

  “Baby Girl, you need to cum for me now!”

  “Oh God, Memphis, I’m, I’m….,” she screamed my name as she pinched her nipple bringing herself to orgasm. Jupiter screaming my name as she continued fucking herself through her orgasm brought on my own.

  “Oh God, Jupiter. Fuuuuucccckkk.” I kept working my cock my release spilling over my fist onto my abdomen. “Jupiter Baby Girl you need to come home right now.”

  Chapter 16 Hedge

  Memphis and I made a deal with each other. We wouldn’t discuss how things were going with Vex and the Marino Family because we didn’t want it to lead to a fight. We agreed when it was all said and done, and I was home, safe and sound then we could have it out. I knew how hurt and angry he was that I left in the middle of the night without saying goodbye, he had made it abundantly clear, but that discussion could wait.

  Our Skype session left me feeling homesick but also knowing I had made the right decision. Memphis was my entire world and I would pick him over me any day of the week. I love him so damn much, I never want to be without him, but there is no way I could have him with me. Not while I was trying to do recon, make escape plans and figure out a way to get out and home as soon as possible.

  For one Memphis is a huge man, I’m certain he is part giant, his height alone would make him stick out on the streets of London. Add in his unusual eyes, his ruggedly handsome good looks, broad shoulders, and you may as well put a neon sign on his head saying we’re here!

  It makes me smile thinking about a man his size trying to squeeze his tall frame through the tiny doorways. Having to duck his head because of the low-hanging English ceilings. I even have trouble sometimes with my five-ten height. The poor guy would have a permanent red mark on his forehead from hitting it on the beams.

  It made me a little angry to think I couldn’t have him here with me. To show him around the country and all the places I used to love to go when I lived here. Living with Uncle Charlie may have l
ed to one of the most horrible times of my life but, it wasn’t all bad.

  The good far outweighed the bad. I had more good memories of my time here than bad ones. I don’t know if that is because I chose to only concentrate on the good memories, or if the bad parts of that life were just all rolled into one horrible memory that centred on my ‘beat out’ of the business.

  I didn’t want to focus on that awful time but, I wouldn’t be the person I am today without it. I would acknowledge its existence, but I wouldn’t focus on all the horrible things I had done. That were inflicted upon me.

  Instead, I concentrated on all the good memories, hanging out at the salon with Stella, training to become a hairdresser, having dinner at the pub with Brian. I used to love watching Brian watch Stella as she floated around the pub talking to the locals and regulars.

  His eyes were constantly brimming with such love and pride and maybe just a little wonder like he couldn’t believe a woman like her could have picked him. They were my standard. I always thought if I ever found ‘The one’ I wanted him to look at me the way Brian looked at Stella.

  I knew it was a similar look to the one my parents gave each other. Thanks to my birthday present from Jax and Cassidy I have plenty of photos of my parents. The love they had for each other bleeds through the photos.

  They had one of those loves where I believe it wouldn’t matter when they were born, across time and space, they would always find each other. It makes my heart happy to think they will find each other in the next life. Although I had twelve wonderful years with them, the memories, over time, have faded. I can no longer remember my parent’s voices. I can’t recall the smell of my mother’s perfume or my dad’s aftershave. All I have left of them is pictures and stories from other people.

  Maybe after all this mess is put to bed and enough time has passed, I can come back here as me the real me. As Jupiter and Memphis and we can just be two tourists enjoying the sights of London.

  But that would have to wait.