Ink Reunited

by Carrie Ann Ryan

  Her eyes filled and she blinked quickly. “I’m not going to cry again. I cried enough for the day.”

  Ian cupped her face. “Okay then. Now about that last part. About Midnight? You made that family at the shop and those people fucking love you. They stand strong no matter what happens around them. There’s even a fucking threesome in the group as it is. I think we’ll be fine.”

  Sassy blushed. “Okay, so I was reaching with that one.”

  “Stop fighting us, Sassy,” Rafe whispered. “It’s okay to be happy.”

  “It’s okay to take a chance,” Ian added. “Take a chance on us, Sass. Take a chance on our future.”

  She bit her lip and blinked up at him. “I promise not to run away again. I’m in. I’m sorry I ran.”

  Ian shook his head. “I’m going to spank that pretty ass pink for scaring me like that, but I believe you, baby. You’re allowed to get fucking pissed at what you read, but we’ll handle it together.”

  “That’s what we’re here for,” Rafe whispered.

  Sassy pulled Ian down for a kiss, her tongue brushing his, and he moaned. “Love me,” she whispered against his lips.

  “Always,” he answered.

  “Take me to the bedroom,” Sassy demanded and Ian nipped at her lip.

  “I thought I was the alpha one.”

  She rolled her eyes. “If you two don’t know by now that I call the shots, there’s really no hope for you.”

  Rafe stood, bringing Sassy to her feet. “We’ll see about that.” He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom as she squeaked.

  Ian took a deep breath and smiled.

  Finally.

  She was theirs.

  He stripped off his shirt and pants as he made his way into the bedroom, not at all surprised that Sassy was already naked and Rafe was between her legs, licking that sweet pussy of hers.

  Her hands were tangled in Rafe’s hair and she grinned at him. “Told you,” she whispered.

  “Really? You’re in control?” Rafe asked, then pumped three fingers into her heat and she bucked against him. “Pass me the lube, Ian.”

  Ian chuckled and got the bottle and a few condoms from the nightstand. He squeezed a few drops on Rafe’s hand and cupped his dick as he watched Rafe fuck her ass with his finger, nice and slow.

  “See? I’m totally in charge,” Rafe mumbled against her thigh.

  “You win!” Sassy gasped.

  “No, I win,” Ian murmured as he stood behind Rafe and dipped his own lubed finger between his cheeks.

  “Holy shit, that’s cold,” Rafe shouted.

  “I’ll warm you up,” Ian promised.

  He rimmed Rafe’s hole with his finger then slowly pressed against it, the feel of the tight ring of muscles intoxicating. He couldn’t wait to feel it around his dick.

  “That feels so good,” Rafe moaned.

  “I know exactly what you mean,” Sassy panted beneath Rafe.

  Ian worked Rafe until he knew he was ready. He slowly rubbed small circles over Rafe’s prostate and his lover shuddered.

  “Don’t do that yet. Fuck. I’m going to come and I’m not even in Sassy yet.”

  “Then saddle up,” Ian teased.

  “Did you just compare me to a—oh my fucking God that feels good!” Sassy screamed as Rafe slid into her pussy.

  Ian gripped Rafe’s hips to steady him. “Let me know if I need to go slower,” he said, then pressed the crown of his condom covered cock at Rafe’s entrance. He pushed, the pressure giving way as he slid past that tight ring.

  Both men—and Sassy—moaned as Ian moved. Inch by inch, he sank into Rafe’s ass, the tight feeling so fucking hot he knew he’d have to be careful or he’d come right then. Finally, at fucking last, he was balls-deep and ready to move.

  “Ready?” Ian gritted out.

  “Ready!” Sassy and Rafe yelled together.

  Ian pulled out, the motion forcing Rafe to move back as well, his own cock deep in Sassy. Ian set the pace, each thrust thereby thrusting inside of Sassy. He pushed hard, his balls tightening as he forced himself not to come.

  Sassy writhed under them, her fingers digging into Ian’s arms. He loved that she was touching him as well, connecting them in body, soul, and future.

  “I’m going to come,” Sassy breathed, and then her body flushed, her nipples darkening as Rafe leaned back to rest his head on Ian’s shoulder.

  Rafe pounded into her and Ian pushed the man down on top of her so he could do the same. Rafe shouted, his ass tightening around Ian’s cock as he came and Ian followed soon after, his body going lax as he filled his partner’s ass inside the condom.

  Ian pulled out then laid on the bed beside Sassy with Rafe lying on her other side.

  They rested there for a few moments before each man got up, took care of their condoms, then came with warm, wet towels. They took turns cleaning Sassy and each other up before throwing the towels near the hamper and lying back down on either side of their woman.

  “I’ve missed that,” Ian panted. “God, I’ve missed that.”

  Sassy laughed between them and patted both of their chests. “Next time I get to be the creamy center of our cookie. Then Ian can be. We’ll switch it up.”

  Ian closed his eyes. “I think I need a nap first.”

  Rafe snorted. “You’re getting old, man.”

  Sassy reached down and cupped him, his dick hardening. “Naw, you’re both getting hard at just one touch. But don’t worry, I’ll let you rest. We’re not going anywhere.”

  Ian turned on his side so he could look down at them both. “Never, Sassy. I’m not leaving you. I love you, both.”

  Rafe turned as well. “I love you both, too.”

  Tears filled her eyes and she smiled. “Happy tears. I promise. I love you both so fucking much. So. Fucking. Much.”

  Ian let out a breath and took her mouth.

  That’s what he’d waited to hear and knew that no matter what had happened, what would happen, as long as they had those words, they’d be fine.

  They’d be better than fine.

  They were together again.

  Finally.

  Epilogue

  “Yes, Ian, darling, getting a tattoo hurts. Suck it up,” Sassy teased. She laid on her stomach as Shep inked her ass with the same tattoo Caliph was putting on Rafe, and Austin—their guest artist for the time being—drew on Ian.

  While Rafe was smiling as Caliph inked their tattoo on his lower hip, Ian kept closing his eyes and gritting his teeth.

  “What’s the matter, dude? Don’t like someone touching your ass?” Caliph snorted.

  “I have a preference for who touches my ass, thank you very much,” Ian gritted out.

  Austin threw his head back and laughed. “I’m touched that you’re letting me ink you then. I know your ass belongs to Rafe and Sassy. I promise to leave your dignity intact.”

  “Fuck you,” Ian mumbled.

  “I think we just said I wasn’t going to that, bro’, but thanks anyway. And you have this whole piece on your back. You’d have thought you’d already be used to ink.”

  Ian let out a breath. “I’m relaxed. I promise. I just don’t like seeing Sassy wince.”

  Sassy grinned as the men let out a collective “Awww”. “That’s sweet baby. Yeah, it hurts, but its okay. Shep’s hands are magic.”

  “They better not be too good with the magic,” Rafe pointed out.

  “Fuck you, Chavez,” Shep said and flipped him off. “Don’t let Shea hear you say that or she’ll kick you in the nuts.”

  “And since I like his nuts, I’ll be sure to keep him from acting like an idiot,” Sassy put in. “How’s it looking?”

  Shep grunted. She knew he didn’t like talking about how his work looked until it was done. He was temperamental that way. Between him, her men, and Austin, and Caliph, they’d come up with a design that would work for the three of them.

  They’d finally found something small, but perfect. It was a ring of
fire interlocking with a ring of ice encircling a red lily in the center. It was mostly black with subtle color shading so the red really stood out, and Sassy freaking loved it.

  It was perfect for them.

  They wanted the ink because after all, it’s what Rafe and Ian had come in for in the first place. Now she was part of it. And because they weren’t planning on a wedding until they could work out the details of their own lives and the legalities of it, the ink would represent their promises.

  Their devotion.

  She turned to look at her men as they got their ink and smiled.

  Her second life began at Midnight Ink and she’d never forget that.

  Her second chance at a true happily ever after, walked through Midnight’s doors ten years later. They were three in one, united and loved.

  They were reunited and yet still themselves.

  There really wasn’t anything else in the world she could have wanted.

  Midnight Ink had given her love, life, and happiness.

  Rafe and Ian were her center.

  This was her future. After all,

  The Sassy always knows best.

  The End

  Want more Ink? The first full length novel of the Montgomery Ink series, Delicate Ink, will be released in Oct 2014. Follow Austin back to Denver and meet the rest of the Montgomery Clan.

  As for those of you who want more Sassy…well…that’s a secret.

  For now…

  A Note from Carrie Ann

  Thank you so much for reading Ink Reunited. I had so much fun with Sassy, Ian and Rafe. I do hope if you liked this story, that you would please leave a review. Not only does a review spread the word to other readers, they let us authors know if you’d like to see more stories like this from us. I love hearing from readers and talking to them when I can. If you want to make sure you know what’s coming next from me, you can sign up for my newsletter at www.CarrieAnnRyan.com; follow me on twitter at @CarrieAnnRyan, or like my Facebook page. I also have a Facebook Fan Club where we have trivia, chats, and other goodies. You guys are the reason I get to do what I do and I thank you.

  What’s coming next in the Montgomery Ink world? Austin Montgomery starts the whole new Montgomery Ink series in Delicate Ink coming October 2014. Plus there is no way I can let Sassy go away so easily, so make sure you stick around to see just what this New Orleans trio has up their sleeves.

  Until next time…

  Carrie Ann

  About this Author

  USA Today Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan never thought she’d be a writer. Not really. No, she loved math and science and even went on to graduate school in chemistry. Yes, she read as a kid and devoured teen fiction and Harry Potter, but it wasn’t until someone handed her a romance book in her late teens that she realized that there was something out there just for her. When another author suggested she use the voices in her head for good and not evil, The Redwood Pack and all her other stories were born.

  Carrie Ann is a bestselling author of over twenty novels and novellas and has so much more on her mind (and on her spreadsheets *grins*) that she isn’t planning on giving up her dream anytime soon.

  www.CarrieAnnRyan.com

  Also from this Author

  Now Available:

  Redwood Pack Series:

  An Alpha’s Path

  A Taste for a Mate

  Trinity Bound

  A Night Away

  Enforcer’s Redemption

  Blurred Expectations

  Forgiveness

  Shattered Emotions

  Hidden Destiny

  A Beta’s Haven

  Holiday, Montana Series:

  Charmed Spirits

  Santa’s Executive

  Finding Abigail

  Her Lucky Love

  Dreams of Ivory

  Dante’s Circle Series:

  Dust of My Wings

  Her Warriors’ Three Wishes

  An Unlucky Moon

  Ever After

  Montgomery Ink:

  Ink Inspired

  Ink Reunited

  Coming Soon:

  Redwood Pack

  Fighting Fate

  Loving the Omega

  Dark Fates

  Dante’s Circle:

  Tangled Innocence

  Fierce Enchantment

  Montgomery Ink:

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  From USA Today Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan’s Redwood Pack Series

  Hidden Destiny

  Chapter One

  Her wolf wanted to eat him up—one tasty morsel at a time.

  Lexi Anderson sighed.

  No, that wouldn’t be happening.

  It didn’t matter that she wanted to lick the man at the party with many generous swipes of her tongue because it just wouldn’t happen.

  It didn’t matter that she wanted to bury her hands in his hair while he pumped himself into her, their sweat-slicked bodies sliding against one another as they came together hard.

  It still wouldn’t be happening.

  She took a deep breath, the outside air filling her lungs and cooling her down—at least somewhat. As she tried to relax, she took in her surroundings, needing something far greater than her to function. The trees stood around them, tall, ancient, almost comforting. The sun warmed her skin in the cooling air, though just from looking at the man across from her, she was heated plenty already.

  She took another breath, holding it in for as long as she could. The scent of forest and the coming rain would never be enough for her.

  Lexi would never know the feeling of the land beneath her four paws, the brush of wind in her fur, nor the release of home and center when the moon’s pull finally took her wolf.

  No, she would never have any of that, yet she should have been used to it by now.

  She’d been a latent wolf—a wolf trapped within her body, unable to shift, but still part of her in a sense—for all fifty years of her life, and wishing for something different was only making things harder for her. Since latent wolves couldn’t shift into their wolf forms, they were forever bound to their human forms and cut off from the wolf part of their souls. They couldn’t even hear their other half’s thoughts. Oh, they could feel something, or at least feel the instincts and some of the urges that came with being a wolf, but they didn’t feel the same connection that others did.

  It had been a miracle in itself that she’d survived into adulthood, as most latent wolves died from the added stress to their bodies because of their inability to shift.

  She was one of the lucky ones.

  If one could call it that.

  There were more important things in her world than the fact she would never be able to shift into a wolf.

  Namely, the little boy playing in the front yard of the Alpha’s home.

  Parker, her eight-year-old son and love of her life, currently played in a pile of wolf babies. Well, only one baby was currently in wolf form, as the others were too young to change yet, but her Parker seemed to be in heaven.

  Finn, the son of the Heir to the Redwood Pack, jumped on Parker’s stomach. Luckily the three-year-old had learned enough control in wolf form that he didn’t have his claws out. Wolf children didn’t shift until they were at least two or three years old when they would have at least a semblance of control over their little bodies.

  Even though Lexi had grown up in the Talon Pack and knew that children play-fought in both forms, she still winced. It had been awhile since she’d been around other wolves for long periods of time, and she didn’t like the idea of her baby being hurt by Finn’s little claws.

  It was, after all, only the third time the other little boy had shifted into this form. He had remarkable control though, considering his age. Lexi wasn’t sure if that had to do with the royal blood running through his veins, the fact that he would one day be the Heir and then eventually the Alpha, or that he
was wise for his age. He’d already been through so much, almost being killed by the hands of their worst enemy. He’d been changed dramatically, even at a young age.

  All of that together seemed to have made one strong little wolf.

  The little fluff ball mock growled at Parker then rolled onto his back, leaving all four paws in the air. His cousins, Micah and Brie, who were both under two, gave up trying to tickle Parker and went to give Finn a belly rub.

  Something oddly hollow echoed in Lexi’s chest at the sight.

  These babies were part of a family. A family that, while they had opened their home to her, Parker, and her brother, Logan, wasn’t hers.

  They would never be hers.

  Not really.

  She thought she had a family before with the Talons, and then that had been shattered. The Alpha had exiled her, cutting her off from the Pack because of something out of her control. Logan came with her because he was her brother. God, she hated that she’d caused him to be a lone wolf, shunned because of what had happened to her.

  They spent over eight years on the run until finally coming into contact with the Redwoods. For some reason, they had opened their wards and let them into their Pack—blood bond and all.

  She knew not everyone within the Pack was happy about it, but the Jamensons, the ruling family, wanted them.

  Lexi still wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

  A man, Patrick, yes, that was his name, walked past her and glared. Not so odd considering most wolves who didn’t really know her seemed to do that, but she didn’t know this man or what his problem was.