by T. E. Black
“Promise you'll stay with me, but you can't look when he's doing the tattoo. I want it to be a surprise.”
I nod.
“Come on baby. I promise. If we sit in this truck any longer, you're gonna get cold feet. There's no turning back now.”
I hop out of the truck and open Callie's door. My tiny gesture must impress her because she looks at me adoringly. It makes my heart beat a little faster. The effect she has on me is new and nerve wracking. I've never given this to anyone after Leah. I didn't expect this.
We walk into the shop and hear the sound of classic rock music and the buzz of the needles in full swing.
“Welcome to Etched. What are you two looking to get done today?”
I look up to see the face the voice belongs to and I know this must be Trent’s arch nemesis standing behind the counter. Shay. The woman Trent loves to hate.
I find his tantrums, when it comes to Shay, hysterical. The black and white truth is this woman actually got under the skin of that block head. It’s priceless, and pretty impressive.
“Not me, she's got an appointment with Trent.” I say to her.
I feel Callie squeeze my hand a little tighter at the mention of her getting some ink.
“Awesome, I just need you to fill out some paperwork first. Plus, Trent isn't here yet. So, if you two wanna take a seat, I'll let you know when he shows up.” She sounds annoyed.
“Thanks. He'd be late for his own damn funeral,” I joke laughing loudly.
She nods her head in agreement.
“Definitely.”
Callie filled out her paperwork fifteen minutes ago and I can tell she's getting anxious. She has suggested we come back at least five times already. I'm gonna kill Trent when he gets his ass here. He knows she's nervous as fuck, and yet he's still not here.
Shay sits down on one of the couches by us as we bullshit, waiting for the princess to get here. Shay is actually a cool chick, and she and Callie hit it off.
Shay calmed Callie down by showing her the tattoos she already has done. The chick has quite a few. They're all well done, too. When I asked her where she got them done, she brushed me off by changing the subject. Not that it really matters. I was just trying to make conversation anyways.
“So how long have you and Trent been friends?” she asks me.
I shrug, letting out a chuckle.
“Long enough to know that when his ass is this late, he's definitely getting laid.”
Shay straightens up in her seat, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“He's late all the time. I mean not like it matters. He owns the place.”
I sense some kind of motive in her statement, and before I can try to dig deeper, the door opens and Trent walks in with a leggy blonde attached to him.
Shay frowns as she watches them before getting up.
“It was nice meeting you two. Callie, let’s hang out sometime.”
Callie and Shay exchange phone numbers as Trent makes out with the blonde by the door. They whisper to each other as the blonde spins on her heel walking out, but not before Trent smacks her ass during the process.
“Shay, don't you have work to do instead of annoying the piss out of my friends? This isn't fucking social hour. I’m paying you to work,” Trent snaps at her.
Shay glares at him, her eyes showing no remorse.
“Maybe if you weren't twenty minutes late, I wouldn't have to play guest speaker, Trent.”
Her words are definitely laced with venom which she hopes will kill Trent slowly. She has every right though. He's being his true dick self. She spins on her heel, storming away back to the safety of her small reception desk.
Trent turns to us, addressing Callie.
“So what am I inkin' on that beautiful virgin skin of yours, princess?”
I shoot daggers at him until Callie answers.
“Well it's a surprise, he can't know until it's done.” She waves.
Trent’s eyes light up with the thought of getting her alone and getting to put his hands on her. He turns toward me, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Well then, follow me.” He extends his hand toward his station.
They've been back there way too fucking long.
I sit on the couch with a clear view of Trent sitting in his seat, leaning over Callie. She's lying down so I can't even fucking see her. I'm losing my mind here. I hear them both laughing, but only Callie's giggle rings in my ears. Every now and then, Trent will look up at me, and flash an aggravating as fuck grin. He knows this is pissing me the fuck off, and he loves every second.
I stand up to go back there and break up their little love fest they've got going on, but instead I hear Trent calling me over.
Thank fucking God.
I walk around the short wall which hides Callie, seeing her smiling wide with anticipation.
"Hey sweetheart," I say, leaning down and placing a kiss in her hair.
She wrinkles up her nose at me, smiling too.
"Hey. You can't look until it's done."
I grab a folding chair that sits against the wall and pull it over so I can sit by her head. I could easily see whatever she's getting is on her thigh, but I can't quite make out the dull stencil which lies on her skin.
Callie squeezes my hand, looking up at me with the damn sparkle that’s always in her eyes.
How did I get so lucky? This woman is fucking with everything I once thought I never wanted. She invaded my mind, and my heart, like a parasite. Sucking every thought of a woman who isn't her out of it. I swear, I feel like she's a part of me. Her heartbeat is my heartbeat.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Callie sucking in a deep breath as Trent puts the needle to her skin. She blows out a long shaky breath attempting to calm herself.
"You all right?" I ask her, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
She looks up at me, nodding her head.
"It's not that bad. I see why you have so many."
I let out a laugh, imagining her covered in them like I am. She'd look sexy as fuck.
"Maybe you will get more then?" I question, raising my brows at her.
"Let me get this one first, and then we'll see what happens."
I lean down, placing a kiss on her lips as I speak.
"Love you baby."
"I love you too, Mac."
"All right beautiful, that's it. Ya survived your first tattoo." Trent cleans up his shit and Callie sits up.
"Are you ready to see it?" she asks me, beaming with excitement.
I grab her hips, swinging her around to face me.
"Let's see it, my sexy inked girl," I say.
She angles her thigh my way and I stare in astonishment.
Her thigh now has the words All good things are wild and free written in a fancy script with highlights that make the words pop off of her light skin. Underneath it is a calla lily adorned by water droplets so realistic which make me forget it's a tattoo.
She looks fucking smoking with ink on her body and I want nothing more than to fuck her right here. I could give two shits who is watching now. She got my words permanently marked on her body. If it isn't some kind of proclamation of her love for me, then I don't know what the hell is. It fucks with my head that we weren't on talking terms when she decided she was getting this.
"Do you like it?" she bites her lip anxiously.
"I fucking love it. You look goddamn sexy with me on you," I confirm, leaning down to suck her lip into my mouth.
She kisses me back, my hands finding her thick hips, squeezing them tightly. I pull her in my lap and her arms wrap around my neck.
"It's not too much?" she asks between kisses.
I smile against her mouth.
"Nothing you ever do will be too much, sweetheart."
My heart swells with pride and my ego swells right along with it.
"What did you get?" I hear from the opening in the cubicle.
I spin around, seeing Shay standing in the makeshift d
oorway, staring at us with curious eyes.
Callie scoots out of my lap, going over to show her. Shay’s way taller than my girl, so she leans down to get a better look at it.
"That's really awesome! It came out great. Ink looks good on you, Callie. You better come back for more," she says kindly.
"I think I will," Callie confirms.
Shay turns around to leave as Trent comes booming in behind her.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Shay. I told you this isn't fucking social hour. If ya don't have work to do then bang out, and go the fuck home. I'm not paying ya to do jack shit."
Whoa. I didn't expect that. Trent is taking his hate for this chick to a whole new level. I watch Shay's face. She looks like she wants to cry from his harsh words, but she quickly sucks it up, her facial expression turning angry instead.
"What the fuck is your problem, Trent? Jesus, I don't have to deal with this shit! You can't talk to me like I'm a piece of shit in front of people. You're my boss, not my goddamn boyfriend. Even then, I wouldn't put up with your shit!"
Trent laughs cruelly at her, shaking his head.
"If you don't like it Shay, then there's the fucking door. Make my life easier, please. I could get a dude to do the paperwork and then I wouldn’t have to put up with your crazy ass. Don't be mad because you want my dick again, princess."
Shay looks up at him like he just slapped her in the face. She spins around, flipping him off, and heading back to wherever she came from in the shop.
Callie looks over to Trent, speaking low.
"Why are you such an asshole to her? She seems nice."
Trent glares at Callie, answering in a clipped tone.
"She's the fucking devil. There ain't anything nice about that bitch."
I shake my head at him from my seat. Little does he know, he and Shay are a match made in heaven. Two people so stubborn for each other, neither of them will give in—if they haven't already.
"You ready to get out of here, baby? I got other plans for us which involve my bed." I pull her over me and toss her over my shoulder like I have done a lot lately.
"Mac!"
I turn toward Trent, Callie still tossed over my shoulder.
"Thanks, man. Let me know how much I owe ya."
He nods his head at me.
"Ya can pay my bar tab next time we're out."
Mac was like a mad man when he got me back to his apartment. I've never seen him so eager to get me naked. I lost count of how many times we made love, and I’m pretty sure my legs will never work again. I'm not complaining. He kept running his fingers over the covering that Trent put on my tattoo. He told me over and over again how much he loved that his words were on my skin. I love it, too.
I'm so deep in with this man. So invested I can't see anything past him. I think about a future with him, a life where we're ninety sitting on the front porch of our home in our rocking chairs. I try to block out the thoughts of what my parents will say when they find out, but chances are they won't know until we're married, and have kids, since they still haven't called me back.
"You wanna do anything today?" Mac asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"I don’t know. I really wanna see the park since I haven't yet."
Mac smiles at me, getting up from the bed, letting me drool over his mouth-watering body. I don't think I’ll ever tire of eye fucking him. His body is work of art. A temple I want to run my tongue over and worship. Every part of him is defined and sculpted. I get lost in the sight of him like one of those fifteenth century explorers, seeing something magnificent for the first time.
"You like what you see, baby?"
"Mhm," I say, crawling toward him on the bed.
He looks down at me with a stare which ignites my body. I lick my lips as I reach for the button of his jeans, undoing it so I can get what I really want.
His hand finds its way into my hair while I free him from his boxers. I doubted he'd even be able to fit inside me, but he did. He was so caring and gentle when we had sex the first time. He didn't fuck me. He made love to me, and that was my moment, the moment where my eyes opened and my heart swelled ten sizes too large. I knew right then I've been in love with this man the entire time. He had my heart the minute he opened his mouth to tell me he couldn't wait to meet the beautiful woman Sierra wouldn't stop talking about. He's a part of me, and I'm a part of him. The puzzle pieces which always fit together, but never found their way.
I stroke his cock with my hands, getting him hard and ready for me. He lets out a groan the second I run my tongue over the head of him.
"Fuck baby," he breathes out.
I continue teasing him with my tongue before taking his cock in my mouth, letting him hit the back of my throat. I moan against him as his hand tugs my hair.
"This mouth was made for me Callie. See how good my cock fits in it? It's so fucking perfect," he growls, his breathing speeding up.
His words light a fire under me and I bob my head a little faster against him. His groans echo through the bedroom as do mine. I become frantic when his hands find my nipples, twisting and pulling at them.
"That's it baby. Don't stop. Your mouth feels so fucking good," he chants.
Mac takes the reins from me, thrusting himself into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat each time he pumps into me. I keep my mouth open for him to assault.
I never enjoyed oral when Derrick and I did it, but Mac has opened the door for me, and I gladly stepped through. There's something about knowing I can make him come apart with my mouth which does wild things to me. He does wild things to me.
"So close, sweetheart."
I feel him pulling from my mouth, but I grab the base of him, keeping him where he is.
"Callie, if you keep me in your mouth any longer, I'm going to cum right down your throat. Is that what you want?" He rubs his free hand over my face.
I stare up at him with a gaze that devours him. I nod my head, letting out a little moan. I want all of him, and right now I want his orgasm down my throat.
"My dirty little girl," he sounds out.
He picks up his pace again. This time, not holding back. He gives me what I want. His thrusts turn frantic, making me reach a hand down between my legs and rub my clit.
Mac stills and looks down to see my hand in between my thighs.
"That's so fucking hot baby. You like touching yourself while my cock fucks your mouth?"
I let out a moan as I continue rubbing my fingers over myself faster than before. I feel my own orgasm bursting at the seams. I don't think I've ever gotten myself off this quickly, but with Mac's cock in my mouth, it does it for me. I'm on the brink of exploding.
Mac picks up his speed again, only this time, I rub myself to match his fast paced thrusts. He bellows out a groan, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.
I feel his release sliding down my throat and I suck on him vigorously. My fingers hit the spot I've been looking for and my own orgasm rips through me like a hurricane. My vision clouds, stars invading my line of sight.
Mac pulls out of my mouth with a pop. I fall back on his bed, physically spent, my heart beating out of control.
"I fucking love you, Callie Rose," he muses, leaning down and placing a kiss on my forehead.
I love when he uses my middle name. Coming from his mouth, it makes my heart flip in my chest. He says it with such love, love which no one has ever given me before.
I grab his face, pulling him to my lips.
"And I love you, Malcolm Davis."
Mac and I made it out of the house two hours later. We made it to the park just as it was getting dark out. I was worried I wouldn't be able to take in the full experience, but Mac assured me it was better when it was all lit up, and he was right.
We brought Nook with us since she was sitting by the door, not letting us pass without her. I've become good buddies with her. We came to a mutual agreement she can cuddle up with Mac and I so long as she lies at the bottom of the bed and no
t in the middle of us like she attempted to do.
Mac and I walk through the park with our hands entwined. He holds Nanook’s leash in the other hand while she walks happily. The park is lit up like New York City at night. People everywhere, enjoying all the things it offers. There's actually a baseball field in the park. I mean, come on, if that's not the coolest thing ever then I don't know what is.
There are a million small vendors who line the outside of the park, ranging from homemade jewelry to flower stands. That's the one thing which draws my attention, the flowers. I drag Mac and Nook over to the stand where a small elderly lady greets us.
She shows me all of her newest arrivals, asking my name.
"Callie," I tell her.
She smiles genuinely, telling me she has just the thing for me. Reaching down to rummage through her stock that’s not on display, she pulls out the most breathtaking flower I have ever seen. It's a calla lily, but it isn't the normal white color I'm used to seeing. This one is a deep purple, almost black looking. I reach out, grabbing the pot and never wanting to let it go.
The one thing I miss from my parent's house is the garden. I miss gardening. There's not much room at Sierra and Evan’s for a flower bed.
I set the pot back on her counter, giving her a sad look.
"It's beautiful, but I have nowhere to plant it."
She gives me a compassionate smile, nodding her head.
"Take it dear, you can put it in a planter. It doesn't have to be in the ground. As long as it has fresh soil and water, it will be happy and live a long, beautiful life."
My expression swims with an appreciation for her kindness. I reach into my purse to pull out money for it, but she shoos my attempts away.
"No dear. It's on the house. It's not all the time I see a young lady like you look at flowers they way I do. I know you'll take good care of it."
I reach for the pot, taking it in my arms, and smiling graciously at her.
"Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me." I say, my voice small and filled with emotion.
She nods her head, watching my reaction. Reaching over the counter, she grabs my arm giving me a kind squeeze.