by Amy Davies
“How about you tattoo Ads, and then do me,” I say to my brother.
“Hey, only I get to do you,” Addy protests. I smile at her and she winks at me. Yeah she does. The one and fucking only.
“Ditto, baby.” I smirk at her and she laughs. “Let’s do this, man. So we can do Phoebe’s name tattoo first. We said we would have it in the same place. Are you still okay with that babe?” I turn and ask Addy. She nods her head in agreement.
“Yeah, babe. All good.” I watch as Jay lowers the seat so that Addy can lay down. Before she settles on her side, she removes her t-shirt, leaving her in her pale blue lace bra. She is goddamn lucky that it is my brother and Luke in the room, otherwise I would flip my shit having another man see her tits like this.
“Babe,” I say with a slight undertone to my voice, but I can’t keep the small smile off my face.
“Oh shut it Captain Twat. I see these two boys as brothers and come on, how many pairs of boobs have they seen?”
“Good point. Plus, I think Luke has seen ten times more since he started working here. God, women from all over are coming here to have their nipples pierced by him, or have a tattoo in a very intimate area. If you know what I mean?”
“Well that’s good for Castle Ink, right?” she adds.
“Fuck yeah, good for me too. Tits galore, honey. I am in my element,” Luke pipes in from the doorway. He bounces his eyebrows at Addy.
“Okay, that's it. Luke needs a Captain title. Mmmm let me think it over.”
“Captain Man-whore?” I suggest.
“Captain Big Cock,” Luke quips.
“Doubt that,” Addy adds. “It will come to me. Give it time.” Jay turns around from the counter and pulls the small trolley over to the chair. Addy lays on her side and Jay leans over her and places the stencil over her ribs. The tips of the crown start just below her tit. Phoebe’s name will run along her ribs, facing inwards. The crown and the name will be in black with some pink shading added. I am having the same tattoo in the same place. It is our tribute to our baby girl.
“Dude, come and have a look at the placement,” Jays tells me. The door chimes and Luke bends his body back slightly to see who just came in. A big arse smile spreads across his face. Girls.
“And I’m up. Later fuckers.” He rubs his hands together and a pervy smirk appears as he walks to the front of the studio. Definitely a man-whore. I shake my head and walk over to see if the placement is right. I put my hand on Addy’s hip and lean in, feeling her hand on my thigh makes my dick swell in my jeans. Nodding my head, I lift my eyes to see Addy staring at me, lust in her eyes. Yeah, my baby is turned on. I didn’t technically lie to my brother about Addy and me liking some pain during sex, because we do, just not hardcore stuff.
“Looks good man.” I step back just as Addy’s hand reaches my crotch. She smiles a wicked smile at me. My wicked girl.
I take a seat next to the tattoo chair and watch as my brother tattoos my daughter’s name on my girl’s body. Addy’s skin is flawless. She has been griping about two tiny stretch marks on her lower belly from when she carried Phoebe, but I think they are sexy as hell. They are proof that she carried my baby. I sit and watch as the tattoo takes form, the black outline standing out against her pale skin. She doesn’t flinch, she is used to the pain; she craves it at times. I remember doing her sleeve a few years ago, it should have taken four or five sittings, but it took three. I would have done it in one, just to have her close to me, even if she didn’t know that little fact. I was still grieving Fiona. I was super fucking pissed when I found out that Jay had done the rose on her shoulder. I love that rose, I love biting that rose as I take her from behind. My dick stirs in my jeans again and I adjust myself. Addy notices and smirks at me. She mouths ‘later’ to me and I wink at her.
It takes Jay an hour and a half to finish the tattoo and I have to say it looks fucking bad arse. The slightly red, swollen skin raised around it makes the back ink pop. But that will settle down by tomorrow. I nod my head in appreciation for my brother’s work. Damn, I taught him well. I chuckle to myself as I watch Addy stand and walk over to the mirror. I walk over to her and place my hands on her hips, holding her in front of me. We both admire the design. It sits perfectly on her body. Mine will be a little bigger, due to my size.
“I love it. It is bloody perfect,” Addy says in almost a whisper, but I hear her. I rest my chin on her bare shoulder and run one hand over her bare stomach. Addy lays her hand over mine and we stare at the name on her side. ‘Phoebe’: our very own Princess who owns her very own Castle. I bite her tattooed shoulder, the one with the multi-coloured rose.
I move my thumb over her stomach and the notion hits me that Addy is standing out here in just a bra for everyone in the studio to see. I quickly say.
“My turn. Back in the room. Now.” I slowly back away from the mirror with Addy still in my arms. She giggles but doesn’t stop me. We back into Jay’s room to find him standing there smiling at us. He shakes his head and motions to the chair.
“Ads, why don’t I do the matching tattoo while I have your needle ready.”
“Okay, but do I get to see it before I have it?” I shake my head.
“Nope. You have to trust me. You do trust me, right?”
“Stupid question,” she snipes back.
“Well, okay then. Let my brother tattoo you while you stare at my handsome face for a bit.” I wiggle my eyebrows and she laughs.
“I will stare at you all day, babe. Maybe you should lose the shirt as an added incentive.” She winks at me and I laugh. I grip the t-shirt at the back of my neck and pull my it over my head. The lustful gaze in Addy’s eyes does not go unnoticed. It is crazy how quick she gets turned on just by looking at me.
“Better?”
“Fuck yeah. Jeans, too?” I quirk a brow at her. “Too much? Worth a go I suppose,” she says shrugging.
“Yeah, babe. Okay, keep looking at me and my brother will ink you up. Mark you as mine, baby. Give him your left wrist.” She does it without hesitation, all the while keeping her eyes locked on mine. Her eyes bore into mine, I think the idea of marking her as mine as her all hot. I am so going to get some tonight. I bite my lip, and give her a look that lets her know that we will be getting all sweaty later.
It doesn’t take Jay long to finish her tattoo. My heart gets wild in my chest, I know she will love it because of what it symbolises. I drop my eyes just as he is cleaning the last bit of blood and ink off. I smile at how it turned out. It is fucking perfect.
“Take a look, baby.” I keep my eyes on her face as I watch her lower her eyes to her newly tattooed wrist. She gasps when she sees what has been tattooed. I felt it was the perfect tattoo for us. Her eyes lift to mine and I see the tears slowly rolling down her face. I smile, because I can see the love shining through. She loves it. Boom. Score for Dex.
I designed a thin rope that forms a loose knot on the top of her wrist. The rope looks like actual rope, Jay did fucking awesome.
“Oh Dex,” she whispers through the tears. “It’s perfect.” She covers her mouth with her free hand, trying to hold the sob in.
“When I get mine, it means we are tied together forever.” She nods her head.
“We have always been tied together, Dex. It just took us a long time to get here. But now that we are here, we are bound forever. Not only by this tattoo but by the precious gift sleeping there.” She points to a sleeping Phoebe in her pram. She has been a gem today. She is more like Addy than she realises. Addy climbs to her feet and walks around the chair, she flings herself into my arms and kisses me deeply. I latch my hand onto her arse and hold her tightly to me. She winces and pulls back a little. Fuck, her new ink.
“Shit.” I place her back on her feet but I take her head in my hands and take another taste of her. Our tongues play and dance together in her mouth. She grips my neck, forcing me closer to her, it’s like she is trying to climb up inside of me.
“Okay, fuckers. No shagging in the
studio. Well, not when there are kids here,” Jay says, nodding at Phoebe in her pram.
“Bollocks,” Addy mutters under her breath and I smile. I kiss the tip of her nose and step around her. I sit my arse in the chair and lay on my side; my turn to get inked up by my brother. Addy sits next to me and watches while I have my tattoos added to my ever growing collection of skin-art. People get tattoos for all different reasons and each person is within their right to display their tattoos however they want. Each piece shows a side to them, no matter how big or small. I watch as Addy tends to Phoebe when she wakes up. She changes her nappy and then feeds her. My girls are my world. I lay here and watch my reason for breathing and I smile. Feeling Jay tap my back, I twist my head around to face him and see a look of pure happiness on his face. He is just as happy as I am. He loves Addy and Phoebe.
“Do it,” is all he says, and I know what he means. I snap my gaze to Ads but her full attention is on our daughter. I look back to my baby brother and nod my head. He nods and gets back to finishing up the rib tattoo. Once he has done that he gets started on my wrist tattoo, the one matching Addy’s; this gets my girl’s attention. She’s watching with locked eyes on my wrist. Watching as the needle etches the matching design into my skin, marking me as hers also. Jay finishes up and taps my shoulder. He knows what’s coming next.
“Ads, any chance you can go and get your favourite bloke a drink and maybe a bite to eat. I am wasting away,” he says in a weird accent. I shake my head chuckling at him.
“Fine, but only because I’m hungry as well. Do you want anything, babe?” she asks me.
“Where are you gonna get food from?”
“I’ll pop to the cafe on the corner. They do take-away,” she explains as she lays a newly fed and changed Phoebe in her pram.
“Leave her, I’ll watch her. I will have a steak pie, chips and gravy, babe. Oh and grab a drink as well, please,” I ask her.
All this time she has sat there in just her bra and jeans. She turns and pulls her t-shirt over her head, adjusting her hair. She then pulls her cardigan on. I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and hand her a twenty. She leans in and kisses my lips, leaving me with a quick taste of her.
“Hummm.” Jay taps his cheek, asking for a kiss. Little fucker, those lips belong to me. But Addy being Addy, gives him what he wants.
“Be back soon.” With that, she leaves us in the room. I take a deep breath and look at my brother again. I nod my head at his questioning look.
“Let’s get it done, before she comes back and throat punches me.”
“Well dude, you do go for the feisty woman.” Jay chuckles.
“Fuck yeah, I do. Feisty and wild as fuck in bed. Just my type. And Addison Cole is just my type.”
She is and will always be perfect for me.
I can’t believe we had matching tattoos done today. It was one thing I swore I would never do. But having it done with Dex meant so much to me. To us both. I know that it is something that he always wanted to do. Him and his lover marking each other, but Fiona never liked tattoos, even though Dex got addicted to them. She never once complained about his ink, she just never wanted any.
I’m sitting here waiting for Dex to come out from putting Phoebe to bed, she has been really good this past week. She has been sleeping six-seven hours through the night, so we get to catch up on sleep and some us time. I flick on the TV and search through iPlayer to find something to watch. I come across a new episode of Sherlock and leave that on.
“So, what are we watching?”
“Cumberbatch,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows at him.
“What is the obsession you have with this, dude?”
“He is freaking amazing. Leave Benedict alone.”
“Okay, I’ll give it to you, Sherlock is pretty fucking awesome.” He shifts next to me and I can see him pull at his shirt a little, I know that it has to be irritating his new tattoo. As soon as we came home, I changed into a sports bra because my t-shirt was rubbing against my new tattoo.
“Babe, why don’t you take the shirt off, I can see it’s bothering you.” His head snaps to mine. Fear clear on his face. I shift my body so I can face him. My knees sit against his thigh.
“What did you do?” I know this man inside and out so I know he has done something that will quite possibly fuck me off. He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, his muscles bulging, they are quite distracting. Fucking arm porn.
“I didn’t do anything, baby.”
“Like fuck you didn’t, Dexter. Now again. What did you do?” I cross my arms, careful not to touch my new ink. I sit and stare at him, even though he won’t meet my eyes. I poke his thigh, edging him to come clean with me. “Dex.”
“Fine. But you have to promise not to get pissed off.”
“Show me.” I knew he had more work done when I left. I fucking knew it. The Castle brothers think I am stupid, but I am onto them. Always have been and always will be. He takes another deep breath, exhaling slowly as he stands up. He grips the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head. My gaze lands on a large name running down his ribs. I smile when I see our daughter’s name there. He uncovered his wrist with me, but Phoebe woke up when he went to uncover his rib tattoo, so I left him in the bathroom to clean up.
I let my gaze travel up his body and gasp when I see the fresh ink. Dex has already had his collar bones tattooed. So that left both his pectoral muscles ink free, well until today. Right there, over his heart, he has added a script ‘A’ with a tiny crown sitting on top. I move to stand in front of him. My gaze meets his and I fall in love with him all over again. I go up on tiptoes and kiss him. He deepens the kiss and we get lost together. To see my initial on him makes my heart feel love for this tattooed, bossy man. I know that he has an angel on his right arm for Fiona, plus he has a purple flower on the inside of his right forearm for her.
“I fucking love you, Addison Cole.”
“I fucking love you, Dexter Castle.” Dex picks me up and turns and sits on the sofa. I shift my legs so that I am straddling his thick thighs. I cup his face and devour his lips, they’re one of my favourite things about him. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and nip at it with my teeth. He hisses and grinds my pussy down on his solid cock beneath me. I start rocking back and forth, my body heating up with the motion. One hand comes up and squeezes my breast. He pulls his mouth away and lays kisses all over my jaw and down my neck. He bites down on my shoulder and I grind down harder, my knickers are soaked to the point of uncomfortable.
“God, baby, you-” We get cut off by Dex’s phone ringing. “Leave it,” Dex grinds out.
“We can’t, it will wake Pheebs up.” I lean over and pick his phone up from the arm of the sofa. I see Liam’s name and quickly swipe my finger across the screen to answer the call.
“Liam?”
“Penny is in labour. Fucking hell, Ads. What the hell do I do? Shit. I need you both.” I squeal and jump off Dex’s lap.
“Shhhh, Phoebe is sleeping,” Dex whisper yells at me.
“Penny is in labour,” I whisper back. “Liam wants us at the hospital. I need to get someone to come and babysit Phoebe. Oh Luke can do it. Liam, we will meet you at the hospital.” I hang up and dial Luke’s number. It rings and rings. Bloody men. I hang up and try again. He answers on the third ring.
“Hey, what's up man?” he asks, panting.
“Ewwwww, did I just interrupt you shagging some slut?” I ask him, feeling dirty just at the thought of Luke shagging some faceless bimbo again. He needs to find a good girl to calm him the hell down, before his dick falls off.
“Come on now, Addy, you know I don’t shag sluts. Well, normally anyway.” He chuckles when a girl says “hey” in the background. Yeah, what the fuck ever, he will shag anything that will open their legs to him.
“Well anyway, I need you to finish up and come over to here to babysit Pheebs. Penny went into labour and Liam wants Dex and me there. Can you do that?”
“Yeah, chick, I
will be there as soon as.” I sigh in relief. “You have to go. I got important shit to do,” he says to the girl before I hang up. Well, there you go then. Dex is pushing down on his hard-on and he is shaking his head.
“Fucking cock-blocked by an unborn baby. Fucking brilliant. Glad this is Liam’s kid and not mine.” He chuckles and pulls his t-shirt back on. God he is sexy, his muscles pull tight under his skin at the movement. My eyes following every inch of him, I could seriously watch him move all day.
“Baby, keep looking at me like that and I say Liam can fucking wait. My cock hates me enough as it is.” I laugh and run over to him. I kiss him hard and quick, I know I need to keep it short otherwise we won’t be leaving and I want to see baby Bradley being born.
“Fine,” I huff, pretending to be annoyed that I have to wait.
“Go and get dressed, I will throw some snacks into a bag for everyone. No doubt everyone will get hungry and thirsty, especially if Connie and Knox will be there.” Swoon. God this man.
I walk towards my bedroom and get into some comfy clothes because Lord knows how long Penny will be in labour.
We have been at the hospital for three hours and Penny is slowly getting there. Dex made the good call of bringing a load of snacks and drinks. Both Connie and Knox didn’t want to leave the room. Dex thought it was weird that the kids wanted to be in the room when their sister was born, but it is what they all wanted. Each to their own, I suppose.