The Ink Romance Series

by Bridget Taylor

  Kane sits down gently, Indian style, and moves me onto his lap. Looking across the large backyard, I see my handsome boy come running to me.

  “Flamingo!” I shout as softly as I can. I cry at the sight of him. I thought I lost him forever.

  He crashes against me, sending Kane tumbling back. Flamingo whines and barks, licking my face in pounds of slobber, and I can’t get enough of it.

  “Flamingo, I missed you. I love you.” I dig my face into his fur again and cry. “I missed you so much. I was so scared. I was so scared you were gone.” I grab onto him like a lifeline and cry. I cry all my frustrations, fear, and sadness onto his fur coat.

  He leans back and puts his paw on my shoulder; then, proceeds to lick the salty tears from my face making me laugh.

  “Yeah, everything is okay now.” I pet his sides.” You’re the best boy in the entire world.”

  He kisses me again, but it’s right in my mouth. The tongue slides between my lips and everything. “Ew! Flamingo!” I wipe my face with my forearm. He barks before turning and running back to Lily underneath one of the trees.

  “Thank you,” I whisper to Kane who is currently rubbing my back softly.

  “Anything for you.” He kisses my shoulder. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

  Kane picks me up and walks me to the best bathroom of all time. The walk there is only a few seconds, but the events of the last few days replay in mind. Flashes of Chase enter my mind, and while they hopefully suspect him, I haven’t said it out loud yet. I remember the feeling of thinking I was dying with Flamingo. I remember hearing Kane’s voice for a moment before death took me under.

  “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

  Kane’s voice makes me realize I’m crying, but I can’t stop. They flow freely until I have nothing left to give.

  “I got you.” Kane’s hands wrap around me until he’s rubbing soothing strokes up and down my back.

  I never remembered feeling so content in a moment of strife. I’ve never felt so at peace. Even when I was little, my parents, as wonderful as they are, never comforted me when my heart ached. I remember crying when I’d come home from school because I was being bullied. Or when my first crush decided not to like me back. Or when there was a mean joke going around school that I was a mutt. When I would tell them, they would say, “That’s just life, Leslie. You need to toughen your heart for the bruises the world will give you.” I never thought that was fair. It was moments like this I needed. I needed to be wrapped up and shown love instead of pushing my feeling aside and deeming them unnecessary because life is a “bully.”

  “Thank you.” I wipe my runny nose on his shirt.

  “For letting you use me as a snot rag, or…”

  I slap his shoulder. “Using you as a snot rag and letting me cry.”

  “I’ll always be your sounding block, Crazy.” He leans in and kisses me, and our tongues meet thrust for thrust dueling to see who will come out as victor.

  “You’re going to get me all riled up, Leslie,” he whispers against my lips.

  “The doctor said it was okay.” I rub my hand down his chest.

  Kane stops kissing me to turn on the facet of the infinity tub. He runs his hands under the it to make sure it’s the right temperature. He undresses me swiftly, taking my hospital gown off since my clothes were drenched in smoke.

  He proceeds to take his clothes off and when he rips his t-shirt off, the thick corded muscles bulge, showing all his fine cuts and indentations in that toned body. When he unbuckles his pants, my breathing picks up.

  “Remember what the doctor said, don’t work your lungs too much.” Kane unbuttons his jeans sliding them down his thighs that are rock solid. He isn’t wearing underwear and the thick slab of meat that hangs between his legs is erect, but so heavy it falls more towards his thigh.

  He picks me up and sits down in the tub together. I’m cradled between his legs, his erection rubbing against my back, and my back is against his chest. The dim lighting creates the perfect mood as he washes my body with the loofah. Every inch of my skin is sudsy and he washes my hair giving me a scalp massage in the process.

  “Mmm, I need to hire you to wash my hair more.” I groan.

  “I’ll happily wash your hair.” He kisses my check as he slides inside me sneakily.

  “Kane.” That took me by surprise.

  “I don’t want you to move. I don’t want you to do anything. I want you to hold onto the edge of the tub, and I’m going to follow the doctor’s orders, understood?”

  “Yes,” I hiss.

  “Yes, what?”

  I whimper, and it sounds needy in the acoustics of the bathroom. “Yes, sir.”

  “There’s my dirty girl.” He trusts inside me and the water makes the perfect lubricant for his thick shaft.

  “You always feel so damn good.” His hips thrust, sloshing the water onto the floor. We create waves in the tub as they crash against our torsos like a storm disrupts the ocean in the middle of the night. We crash repeatedly into each other in a fury. Every move he makes his desperate and angry.

  “I almost lost you.” He thrusts harder. “You have to promise never to put yourself in that position again.” He thrusts harder.

  Like I could help that….

  “I promise, Kane.” I wrap my left arm around his neck and lean back against him as he beats his long girth inside me. I can feel where it stops going inside me and I take my left hand and touch the base of his shaft. There is a good three inches that isn’t inside me, and I stroke it.

  “Leslie, that…fuck keep doing that!” He wraps both of his arms around me and then quickly decides to lift me up and carry me to my bed.

  He lays us down, still soaked with water from the bath, and turns us onto our sides. I’m facing the wall with my back against his wet chest.

  He bites my shoulder. “Put your hand back like you had it before.”

  I put my hand between my legs and find the few inches that remain out of me. I wrap my hand around the base, pumping it as he pumps inside me.

  “Oh, my god. I don’t know I have ever lived without feeling this.” He licks the water off my neck, kissing my soft flesh until it’s bruised from his touch.

  He wraps his legs around mine to get better leverage and he drives into me as I keep a hold of the base of his long cock.

  “Fuck, I’m close.”

  Kane flips me onto my stomach, disengaging my fist from the bottom of his shaft as he quickly pumps into me. His cockhead rubs against that special spot inside me until I’m biting the pillow seeing stars.

  He slaps my right cheek once, then slaps my left, and he keep alternating until I’m face down in the pillow trying not to scream because of my voice.

  “Tell me.” He bends over and take the top of my ear in his mouth, but it never stops his movements.

  “What?” I look up at him, dazed as my body rocks across the bed, building my orgasm with every slide of my clit against the sheet.

  “Tell me you love me like I love you. Tell me.” Kane grips both of my globes before speeding up his thrusts and the power of my orgasm blindsides me as I clamp down on him, releasing a gush of fluid that I know is running down his length to his sack.

  “I love you, Kane. I’ve loved you since I’ve seen you,” I whisper revealing my secret.

  “I love you too, Crazy. You’re mine.” He punctuates his hips. “Aren’t you? You’re mine!” he shouts as he buries himself so deep inside me, releasing his thick fluid.

  He kisses my left shoulder working his way across to my right. He doesn’t move. Even though I can feel his sweat dripping onto my back from his hair, and his arms are braced beside me, he stays locked in place.

  “I don’t ever want to be anywhere else. I belong inside you. You’re mine, Leslie. You. Are. Mine. No one else’s. Do you understand that?” He shoves his hips a little making his softened shaft hit against my sensitive walls.

  “Yes, sir. I understand.”

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bsp; He slaps my ass for good measure. “I’d have to punish you if you didn’t. Maybe next time I’ll order you not to be able to touch me while I explore and make your body explode in pleasure.” He rubs his hands up and down my sides as my breath hitches.

  “I love touching you, though.”

  “I know, that’s what makes it good.” He nips my ear. He finally wraps his arms around me, placing himself to my side, still not disconnecting from being inside me.

  “I just want to be inside you forever.”

  I turn the side of my face towards him. “Remember, I’m yours.”

  Forever.

  Chapter 11

  The police come the next day to ask questions about what happened the day of the fire. They waste no time showing up at eight a.m. while Kane had just gotten up to make coffee! I mean really! Can people just enjoy their morning before getting bombarded? I give them the main details: I went to get Flamingo and noticed all the dogs unconscious from a local tranquilizer that vets use (that is what the other vet said when they brought the dogs to them), then I smelled smoke, and I went in the closet to get blankets for the crates when a man in a mask, like the firefighters wear, came flying out at me. He slapped me a few times and just left me there.

  They also ask Kane if he had any enemies that he was aware of. It breaks my heart to hear him talk about what happened to his family. He came home to them murdered with his little brother still in bed. I’m holding back tears the entire time. I can’t imagine how he survived it, not even a fraction. He did say they caught the man who did it, and he is behind bars now. If he did have an enemy, it would be news to him.

  After they get the coffee and details they want, they leave. And I hope never to hear from them again. I am so over cops and crap happening to me. Is it too much to ask to just have a peaceful life? No, not even peaceful, just drama free. Bills? Fine. Arguments? Fine. Stupidity? Fine. But if one more person comes at me, I’m going to lose it.

  Completely.

  So after our eventful morning, we are back to lying in bed with Flamingo by our feet. I can’t work, he can’t work, and the shops are in the process of being rebuilt. Why not nap? Kane gets to sleep before me though. His even breaths soothe me as I watch his chest rise and fall.

  “You,” I rub his chest and lay my head on his shoulder, and just when I close my eyes Kane starts shouting in his sleep.

  “No! Don’t! Please don’t. Don’t hurt them. Take me. I’ll give you whatever you want!” Kane thrashes, kicking the blankets off us hitting the air like someone is on top of him.

  “You want money? I’ll give you every dime. Everything. Take it all.” He mutters something after that, but it’s muffled by his cries. Slowly, tears leak from the corner of his eyes. It hits me that he must be dreaming of the night his family was murdered. He said they don’t happen unless he talks about it, so talking with the cops must have triggered it.

  “Kane.” My hand slowly shakes his chest.

  “No!” he yells again.

  “Kane!” I shout in return and shake his shoulders.

  Quicker than a bolt of lightning, he wraps his arms around me and pins me down beneath him. His eyes are wild like he is still living in the moment of his nightmare. They seem crazy. That ink black hair falls untamed around his face, adding to the thrill.

  “Kane.” I put my hand against his cheek rubbing it softly with my thumb waiting for him to come back to me. He flinches at first, but blinks out of the state he was in.

  “Leslie.” He whispers my name like it’s his saving grace.

  “I’m here.” I stare at him for a few moments making sure he is calm and collected.

  “Thanks to everything beautiful. You’re okay. You’re here.” He touches my face, and his eyes search for any part of me that seems fake. It kills me he feels like this.

  “Kane,” I say sternly.

  “You’re here.” He puts his mouth on me, kissing me with wild abandon. He yanks the soft cotton sheets from between us, aligning our naked bodies together. He is already hard and without wasting time, he slides inside me in one long thrust. His hands softly stroke my skin, kissing everywhere he touches. Wet drops fall between my breasts, but I don’t say anything.

  He needs me. He needs this. He needs to know I’m real.

  “You’re really here,” he mutters between my breasts, sliding his lips along the line of lost tears. He barely moves in and out of me going nice and slow, while he explores my body in reality.

  “You’re everything. I thought I lost you. I thought you were gone forever. I need to bind you to me. Need you.” He places his mouth on me so hard our teeth clink together. His movements gain momentum while his hand finds the thickness of my rear. My cocoa colored nipple is being lapped with his sinful tongue sending electric currents through my veins, igniting my nerves.

  If you would have told me a month ago that I would be pleasing Kane Bridgeshaw, I would have laughed in your face. I thought we were like oil and water because we couldn’t mix. But now I know, we are like oil and vinegar. We are different but being paired together changes the way things taste. That is what Kane is. He changes the flavors. He changes how I see life. Colors are brighter, and he does taste wonderful.

  “Kane, I’m not going anywhere,” I moan trying to reassure him, but he feels too good. Everything he does feels too good. I want this to be about him though.

  “Harder, Kane. Use me. I’m yours. My body is yours. I want to feel your cock pounding into me. I want to hurt for days. Come on, Kane. Use me.” I growl the words as my hands find his butt cheeks, pulling him deeper inside me.

  “Ah!” He moans deeply, reaching the tip of my womb. “You want to feel me?” His eyes light on fire.

  “Yes.” I don’t look away from the blaze in those eyes. They look like the hottest flame, dancing above the smoldering chunks of wood on summer nights.

  “I’m going to fill you up. You’re mine, Leslie. Mine to protect. Mine to love. Mine to care for. Mine.” He growls before biting my lower lip, yanking it a little too hard before kissing the sting away. He grabs a hold of the bed frame for leverage and flicks his hips heavily until my pelvic bone hurts. I know it will feel bruised tomorrow.

  “Yours,” I yell my unexpected climax. I only wanted him to cum, but the way he is taking me makes my body soar.

  “Leslie!” He roars my name, making my ears ring. The bed hits against the wall with every thrust as he shoots his seed into me, making sure he gets into me deep.

  I think he’s done. I think both of us are wrung dry, but he slides out of my wrecked pussy, licking down my torso until he’s at my clit. He sucks that bundle of nerves into his mouth nibbling on the sensitive bud while slipping two fingers into me. I’m dripping from his cum and mine, making it easy for him to finger me.

  “You taste so good with me being mixed into your folds.” He hums, attacking me until he comes up for air. He has our combined juices covering his mouth. The shiny substance is spread across his lips making them appear glossy, juice drips off his chin, and his cheeks are flushed from hard work and arousal.

  “I am nowhere near done with you,” Kane growls and thrust back inside me roughly. Last time it was slow and sweet, but this time it is desperate and ferocious.

  When the headboard starts beating against the wall again, Flamingo starts barking outside my door.

  “Flamingo! Hush!” Kane yells which immediately stops his rant.

  “Damn dog trying to cockblock me,” he mutters, and a loud laugh works its way up my throat until it’s booming.

  I don’t think I’ve ever had fun having sex before, but with Kane everything is different. Life is different.

  Chapter 12

  Two months later

  It’s October now and the air is full of pre-Halloween vibes. The shops are done being rebuilt after long nights and days working around the clock to make sure both shops are up and running again. This time they are a little different. Without my knowledge, Kane bought the land from Dun
can for way more than it was worth and told him to take the wife on a much-needed vacation. He won’t tell me where they went or how much he bought the land for, but he did tell me that we won’t be hearing from Duncan anytime soon.

  Which led us to the current moment of us standing in our new shops and me pouting, “How am I supposed to send her those cookies she loves so much if you won’t tell me where they went?” I stomp my foot for an added childish effect.

  “Really, Crazy? The woman had surgery a few months ago and they told her to lay off the sweets, and yet you insist she needs them.” He pulls me into a hug. “I love that you’re so caring for them, but they aren’t even in the states. Duncan took his wife on an around the world vacation. They won’t be back for about a year.”

  I gasp. “They’re going around the world! I want to go around the world! Take me, take me! Don’t you have a fancy private jet or something to make it happen?” I bat my eyelashes at him, twirling a curl around my finger.

  He laughs. “No, Crazy. If you want, I’ll get one, just for you.” He kisses my forehead.

  “Seriously? I’m only kidding.” I look at him shocked.

  “I can afford a jet. I’ll get you anything your little heart desires. If it makes you happy, then it’s yours.”

  “I only want you.” I wrap my arms around him and lay my head on his sculpted chest.

  “Me?”

  I giggle. “Yes, you. Always you,” I sigh contently.

  “All right, you love birds. It’s about time to open shop!” Dylan claps his hands, winking at Rorie who is petting Flamingo. She blushes and looks away, but I can’t help but wonder if something has happened between them, or if she is just playing hard to get.

  “Molli and David will be here soon!” As soon as the words leave my mouth they pull into the now paved driveway and run out of the car.

  “Did we miss anything?” David shouts as he clutches his side gasping for air.

  “No, you’re right on time!” Looking around I see people with their dogs on my side of the shop, and people in line waiting to get tattooed on Kane’s side. He hired two tattoo artists while things were being rebuilt. The entire time we were nervous Chase would strike again, but they caught him on the run in Oregon on the highway. He got pulled over for speeding. They ran the plates, found out the car was stolen, and everything was history from there. We are safe now.