He leans down, pressing his chest to my back. His deft fingers find my clit and he rubs mercilessly.
Too much. Too much.
I bury my head in the pillow and he bites and sucks my neck and back, alternating with kisses. All the while fucking me with a relentless pace. I arch my back and he goes in deeper. Fuck! I moan into the sheets, biting down on them to muffle my need to scream.
And just when I think it’s too much, and I can’t take anymore, we both cum violently.
A blinding white light flashes before my eyes, and paralyzing pleasure flows through me.
He kisses my spine all the way up to my neck. He grips my chin in his hand and kisses me like he needs me. My heart swells, and I find myself kissing him back passionately. In this kiss I'm not holding back, I'm kissing him with the same intensity he's giving me.
As my orgasm leaves me and reality sets in, fear begins to overwhelm me. I didn’t want this. I don’t want to be in a position to get hurt again. And that’s just what he’ll do. Like all men do. My breathing speeds up, and the only thing I can hear is my heart pounding in my chest.
“You have to go,” I tell him as the tears threaten to reveal themselves.
I’ve fallen too hard, too fast. I’m only going to get hurt.
“You okay, peaches?” he asks. He asks because he cares. But that’ll change. I know it will. And I’ll be stupid enough to believe he really does care about me. I’ll be the one getting hurt, and it’ll be all my fault.
“I’m fine, but Katie’s going to be back soon.” I wipe my eyes with my back turned to him. But he sees.
He grips my arm and makes me face him.
And I can tell by the way he tilts his head and gives me sad eyes, that he knows I’m going to lose it any second.
Chapter 14
Zane
Fuck, I don’t know what happened, I don’t know what I did. But she’s already trying to run from me. I’m not gonna let her.
“Come here.” I pull her into my arms without giving her an option to leave me.
As soon as she’s in my arms, she starts crying.
“Did I hurt you?” I know it’s a tight fit and I was a bit rough with her, but I thought she was loving it.
I finally got her underneath me, and I took it too far. Fuck! I’ve never hurt a woman like that before, but I lose control when I’m with her. I can’t believe I hurt her. I feel like such a selfish prick.
She shakes her head in my chest, and I don’t understand.
“Tell me what to do,” I say as I sit back on the bed and pull her into my lap. Our cum leaks out of her and onto my leg, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ll clean her up later.
“I’m scared, Zane,” she whispers so quietly I almost don’t hear her say it.
I smile gently into her hair. My chest feels like a weight’s lifted off of it. I didn’t hurt her. She just thinks I’m going to.
She’s too sweet. Too much of a good girl. But now she’s my good girl. I’m going to make sure she knows it.
“You’re scared I’m gonna hurt you?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she heaves a breath and lifts her face away from me. Her cheeks are reddened and tearstained, but somehow she looks even more beautiful. Her vulnerability and raw emotion are things I find even more gorgeous. I fucking love that she’s sharing with me. But she wasn’t going to. She was going to push me away. That shit’s not happening.
“I know how guys are,” she says flatly. Huh? Where's all this coming from?
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask her.
“Guys cheat--”
“Women cheat, too,” I say as I cut her off. I'm nipping that shit right in the bud. I stare into her eyes, willing her to tell me what the fuck is going on in her head.
“Yeah, well, men are good at making up excuses for it and telling you that they love you and making pretty promises all the while thinking about fucking someone else.” She’s tense and on edge, and I get the feeling this isn't about me, and it’s not about us. It’s about something else.
“Women cheat too.” I stare into her eyes, willing her to tell me what the fuck is going on in her head.
I pull her closer to me and tell her truthfully, “Whatever asshole did that to you, didn’t deserve you.” Her eyes widen slightly and I add, “I’d never do that.”
I take her chin between my fingers and make her look at me. I brush my lips gently against hers and rest my forehead on hers.
“Listen to me, Maddy,” I start to tell her. My heart thumps in my chest with anxiety. I’m making her a promise in this moment. But I know she’ll be the one to break it.
“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
She opens her eyes slowly and looks at me like she’s afraid to believe me.
“I’ll be yours and only yours, if you'll be mine,” I offer her.
She wipes her tears away and searches my face. My heart stalls in my chest as she seems to take forever.
“Don’t leave me hanging, peaches. Haven’t you done that enough?” I ask her with feigned desperation.
That gets a laugh from her. I fucking love that sound.
“Deal,” she says simply with a small smile and a spark of happiness in her eyes.
“You wanna go somewhere later?” I ask her to change the subject.
“Where?” she asks with a little pep in her voice that wasn’t there a moment ago.
“The parlor,” I suggest. I’ve been wanting her to come see it. If I give her a little more of me, maybe she’ll relax and just enjoy this. My eyes roam her naked body as she tries to cover herself with her bed sheet. I’m tempted to rip it out of her hands, but I let her cover herself. She needs it.
“You mean where you work?” she asks, and my eyes snap up to meet hers.
“Can we bring Katie?” Maddy asks. “She’s been wanting to check out a tattoo parlor for some time now.” I think that’ll make her happy, and if it means she’ll say yes, then fuck yeah Katie can come. She seems better when she’s got Katie around her, more at ease.
“Sure. I don’t see why not. It’ll give Needles someone to talk to.”
Maddy frowns. “Needles?”
“He’s a friend.” I’m trying to be casual about it all, but really I’m excited. This is my passion, and Needles is a good friend of mine. Really my only friend.
She seems a little giddy at the prospect of getting to see where I work.
“And maybe you’ll agree to get a tattoo from me,” I add.
Her eyes widen like I’ve lost my mind. “I don’t know about that.”
“Oh come on,” I lean in and kiss her neck before whispering in her ear, “Tattoos are sexy.”
She leans away and seems to consider it.
“What kind of a tattoo do you think I should get?” she asks and then purses her lips. I know she’s the kind of chick who would detail out every curve of a tattoo before letting me put it on her. It’s no fun for me, but that’s just who she is.
“I have the perfect idea,” I tell her.
She stares at me, waiting for me to continue.
I wink at her as I say, “Peaches.”
She playfully slaps my arm and leans into me. It makes me feel good. Disaster averted. For now, anyway.
It’s only a matter of time before she realizes how fucking bad I am for her. But I’ll let her be the one to call this off. I'll let her walk away if it gets to be too much for her.
But until that day comes, I’m gonna enjoy her as much as I can.
She really is too good for me, and one day she’ll realize it.
It fucking sucks, but I know it’s going to end before I’ve had my fill of her.
Chapter 15
Zane
“Wow, this place is pretty rad,” Katie quips, looking all around as I open the door for the girls to the tattoo parlor. I feel that Maddy needs to see where I work to be at ease. I know she has her doubts about me, and I need to show Maddy that she doesn’t have any reason not to t
rust me. Hopefully this’ll do it. Or help at the very least.
“It is,” Maddy agrees. Even though I know tattoos aren’t her thing, I can tell she’s impressed with the layout of the shop. We have squeaky-clean checkered floors, a lot of goth artwork on the walls, and framed pictures of clients with our most impressive tattoos. Maddy walks around, leisurely looking at all this stuff before she finds her way over to the counter.
“So is this where you give tattoos?” she asks as she runs her fingers over a photo album of our work.
“Yup,” I respond. “I’ll show you the back later, peaches,” I say with a smirk at Maddy and give her a wink. In typical fashion she rolls her eyes, but I know she’s dreaming about me fucking her on my table now. Fuck, I’d do it right now too if I could, but I don’t want Katie to get the wrong idea about me. Right now she’s on my side, and I wanna keep it that way.
Needles comes out of the back carrying some tattoo tubes in his hands. He’s about to say something, but he stops when he sees us.
“Hello,” Maddy says politely.
“Heya,” Katie greets. She eyes Needles with curiosity, who’s dressed in all black with his goth tattoos on display. I can tell that neither Katie nor Maddy are used to being around guys like Needles, and I wonder how this meeting is gonna go down.
Needles looks at them and then at me. “Who are these chicks?” he asks.
“Prostitutes,” Katie says before I can respond. “The two dollar kind.”
I chuckle. “These chicks are my girl, Maddy, and her friend Katie.” I gesture at Katie and then add, “Ladies, this asshole is Needles.” That gets a laugh from them and I expected the side-eye from Needles, but his eyes are focused on Katie.
“Oh, sup,” Needles says. “Welcome to Inked Envy, where we hook you up with the best tattoos.” He pauses then as if he just realizes something and looks at me with his forehead pinched. “Your girl? Since when did you get pussywhipped?”
“Since I broke up with your mom.” I’m quick with a response, and I keep it light.
Katie snickers at my response, which I know she loves.
“Well that was bound to happen, considering mom's as loose as a sinkhole.”
“God, show some respect, douche,” I growl. Seriously, Needles is making me wanna fuck him up. He’s a shit wingman.
“Sorry,” Needles says without a hint of authenticity. He turns to Maddy. “It’s just that Zane hasn’t been in a relationship in… well… ever.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Maddy asks. She’s side-eyeing me nervously, and I can only assume all sorts of dubious thoughts are running through that pretty little head of hers.
Needles walks over and sets the tubes down at his workstation. “I just don’t see him settling down is all,” he replies. “He’s never been able to have a relationship that lasted more than a week.
Maddy grows quiet and I literally want to take Needles outside and curb stomp him. Does he have any idea that I’m trying to make Maddy feel comfortable with dating me? It’s like he’s going out of his way to shit all over my effort.
It’s one of Needles’ character flaws. He always speaks bluntly, even if it means offending someone. It’s one of the reasons why he’s my friend. He’s real, not fake and phony like most of the people in my life. But right now his penchant for truth is annoying the fuck out of me. She doesn’t need to know that shit.
An uncomfortable silence falls over the room, and I feel like I need to say something to put Maddy at ease, but I’m saved by Katie.
“One of you give me a tattoo!” Katie demands out of nowhere. “Right on my ass!”
“Katie!” Maddy protests. “I thought you hated tattoos.”
“Not anymore.”
“I’d be more than happy to if you’re serious,” Needle says, staring at Katie intently. He seems to have a thing for Katie, but I think she’s out of his league. I’d give him less than an hour before he said something that would offend her and have her clawing him for blood.
“Well, I’m not,” Katie admits.
“Damn,” Needles says with disappointment. “That would’ve been the highlight of my week.
Katie blushes.
“How’d you two even meet?” Maddy asks, looking between me and Needles. She seems quick to keep Katie and Needles from getting a little too close, and it makes me wanna laugh at her. They’re grown ass adults. If they wanna have a go, let 'em.
I look at Needles with a grin.
“So he came into my shop one day. Not this one, but a different one.”
Needles is turning red, and I can’t help but crack up laughing. “He got hammered one night and decided he’d give himself a tat.”
I turn to Needles. “Show 'em.”
Needles looks a bit pissed at me for even bringing it up. He’s done all his tats himself, and he’s good at what he does. But that night he shouldn’t have done that shit.
“Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.,” he says, lifting up his sleeve.
“Looks good to me,” Katie says and shrugs her shoulders as she lets her fingertips graze Needles' skin. His lips turn up into a soft smile.
“That’s 'cause he came to a pro to fix his shit work.”
Needles’ smile vanishes. “You were sober. That’s the only difference.”
I chuckle and wrap my arm around Maddy’s waist, bringing her closer to me. She seems so much better now. So much happier.
“What about you and Katie?” I ask her.
Maddy looks with a scowl at Katie, who is grinning mischievously. “Don’t. Just don’t,” she warns.
God, this is gonna be good. I can already tell from the look on my peach’s face.
“Well, we’re kinder buddies,” Katie says.
“Kinder buddies?” I ask. My brow furrows, what the fuck is a kinder buddy?
“Yeah, we met in Kindergarten, so we're Kinder buddies. We were so young though, I don’t remember much.”
Maddy seems to relax and trust that whatever Katie has on her, she’s not gonna tell. But judging by the way Katie’s smile just grew on her face, she’s not gonna keep quiet.
“Except this one time, where Maddy--” Maddy runs to Katie and gets a hand over her mouth, cutting her off, but Katie manages to pull away and dodges Maddy's next grab. They're on opposite sides of the counter now. Katie's got a huge ass grin on her face, but Maddy just looks pissed.
“It’s not funny, Katie!” Maddy's shooting daggers at Katie, but Katie just keeps grinning and continues.
“She was on the playground,” Katie begins. Maddy darts around the counter, but Katie’s faster.
“And she fell from the top of the slide.” They look like two kids playing as Maddy chases Katie around the counter, trying to catch her. “And I went to help her. 'Cause you know, I’m such a nice person and all.”
I look at Needles, not believing this shit is really happening.
Maddy stops running, and the two try to catch their breaths. Maddy points her finger at Katie and says, “Just stop right now, and I’ll never tell--”
Before Maddy can finish her threat, Katie spits out, “And she had completely soaked her clothes!” She starts laughing hysterically, and Needles follows suit. “She literally scared the piss out of herself.”
“I was like four!” Maddy yells. She still looks pissed, but more embarrassed than anything else. I wanna laugh, but I hold it in. Something tells me she'll never forgive me if I laugh at her for this right now. “I swear to God, I’m going to tell every story I can when you finally hold down a boyfriend,” she mutters.
Needles stops laughing and looks at Maddy and says, “I mean, at least you were four. It could be worse.”
I grunt out a laugh. “How old was that fucker that shit himself while you were giving him a tattoo?”
“Too fucking old!” he answers, and just like that Maddy relaxes a little.
“Oh. My. God. Are you for real?” Katie asks Needles with disbelief.
“I shit you not,” Needles say
s, and I just shake my head, but it gets a laugh out of Katie.
“Oh my God!!” Maddy shrieks out of nowhere. I actually flinch. Grown ass men can’t even make me flinch. “This is my song!” she yells out and takes my hand. I didn’t even notice the music in the background. I generally just tune it out. It's more to help customers relax, not for us.
“What are you doing?” Needles asks as she pulls me in front of the counter.
“Dance with me!” she says. I stare into her beautiful green eyes, and I can’t deny her.
“You’re really fucking gonna dance!” Needles crows. He's having the time of his life with this shit.
I shoot him the finger behind Maddy’s back as she sings along to whatever song is playing.
Katie whips out her phone to take a picture. Fuck, not a picture. Probably a video judging by the fact she’s still got the damn thing raised.
Normally I’d just sit down and refuse to do this shit. But looking down at Maddy, she’s so fucking happy, just having a good time.
Whatever, I can sway back and forth and let her have the time of her life over a song.
I push her away for just a second and she looks up, thinking I’m done. But I’ve got her hand in mine and I go for the twirl. I figure if Katie’s recording, I might as well do something to make it worthwhile. Seeing Maddy smile makes it worth it.
She busts out a laugh and so does our little audience.
My heart swells in my chest as she gives me a wide smile and leans into my embrace again.
And then, in a split second, all the happiness is gone when I see Vlad walk up to the building with a scowl on his face.
“Needles,” I call out even though my eyes are on the door. “You wanna take the girls out back for a second?”
Maddy’s forehead pinches and she looks at me like I owe her an explanation. But she sees where I’m looking and turns in my arms.
“Just head out back, baby.” I plant a kiss on her nose. I’m trying to keep it casual and not let on to the fact I’m pissed he’s here. I don’t want her around this shit. And I don’t want him to ever lay eyes on her. But it’s too late.
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