Indelible: Beneath His Ink (Teal and Trent Book 2)

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by Inger Iversen


  Trent took in her form-hugging white shorts, extremely high heels, and gold silk top. He could think of nothing other than those garments forming a messy pile on his bedroom floor. Her soft springy curls were pulled back with a hair tie and Trent’s first move was to reach out and free those curls.

  Teal didn’t speak as she turned her head to the side to help him ease the tie from her hair. Dark, plush curls bounced around her round face as dark eyes greeted his. She’d lost some weight and Trent’s first goal was to feed her ass, and feed her well. Healthy shit of course, since she suffered from high blood pressure. He wanted to keep her healthy, yet he desired those luscious curves too. But at that moment, he realized it didn’t really matter what size she ended up. He was in love with her, no matter what.

  Teal dropped the bag at his feet. “So, you make me come all the way here, and you couldn’t meet me closer when I got off the plane? I guess you didn’t miss me that much after all.” Her soft voice and teasing tone belied her stern expression, which soon turned into a pout.

  Trent leaned in and nipped her bottom lip, tasting her cherry Chapstick. His chest rumbled, and his voice was low and full of desire. “Woman, shut up and get your ass in my truck, before I yank them shorts down and show all of these people in this airport just how much I missed you.” Pulling her close, he allowed her to feel his desire, and the fact he was actually seconds from doing just what he’d said.

  Her soft gasp had his dick jumping in his pants. Her breaths quickened as she placed her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around his body. “Brut.” Her words held no vehemence. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

  Trent’s chest tightened at her words. She would no longer need to miss him. He’d prepared a home for her, here in Kentucky.

  Placing his arms around her, he hugged her back. “I missed you too, now come on. Let’s go home.” Trent ignored the way her body stiffened at the word, but didn’t let it shake his resolve. He’d convince her to stay, one way or another.

  She released him. “I hear you can make some good barbeque. Is that true?”

  Trent bent and picked up her bag. “Putting me to work already?” Hefting it over his shoulder, he turned and placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her toward the exit.

  Sliding an arm behind him, Teal leaned into Trent. “But I’m starving.”

  He glanced at his watch. “Babe, it’s almost noon.” He caught sight of her frown. “You should have at least eaten breakfast.” When she told him she’d forgotten to eat in her haste to make the flight, he tried to remember if he had everything he needed to make his woman some barbeque, or if they needed to stop at the store before they went home.

  Teal’s soft skin rubbed against his, soothing his unease with being in such a crowded space. With a quick trip to luggage claim, they were back in his truck and headed down the highway.

  Trent placed his arm over the back of Teal’s headrest. “So, how was the flight, baby?”

  She smiled. “It was nice. I’m glad you chose first class.”

  He tried his best to focus on the road ahead of them, but had to touch her. Moving his arm from the headrest, he gently took Teal’s hand. Giving her a quick wink, he brought the back of her hand to his lips. “I know this is a shitty welcome home kiss, but if I put my lips on yours, I won’t stop there.”

  Teal chuckled. “Trent, I’ve been thinking about your lips on my body since I woke up this morning.”

  He hummed his approval. “And did you touch yourself? Were you wet for me on that plane?” Trent prayed she’d say yes. In the recent months apart, her need had been demanding. They’d had phone sex almost every morning. Teal had even bought him an iPhone so they could occasionally video chat their sessions as well.

  Teal bit her lip, giving him the sexiest smile he’d ever seen. Placing her hand over his arousal, she gave his dick a gentle squeeze. “I see somebody’s been thinking about me.”

  Trent thrust into her hand. “Damn straight.” He eyed the road, careful not to swerve within his lane. “Will you show him?”

  Confusion swirled in her eyes. “Show who what?”

  Trent thrust into her hand again. “Him.” Keeping his eyes on the road, he continued to push into her hand, until Teal squeezed harder. “Show him how much you’ve missed him.”

  Laughter danced in her voice as she spoke. “You want to do this here? Now?” Gazing out the window to the interstate they were traveling on, she added, “As much as I’d like to free the beast and wrangle him in, I would remind you of the last time I was careless in a vehicle. I enjoyed my time with Dr. Trent, but I prefer to not see him again.” She moved her hand from his pants, but Trent stopped her.

  He placed his hand over hers and brought it back to his thigh. “No, wait.” Trent took the next exit and drove a few minutes, until he hit a dirt path.

  Teal’s eyes widened in fear. “What in the hell is going on?” Yanking her hand from his lap, she glanced around the driveway he’d parked in.

  He understood her apprehension. He’d taken her to an abandoned farmhouse. Trent took in what Teal was seeing for the first time. A well-worn trail, leading to an overgrown front yard, and directly in their path, sat a condemned home. He cursed under his breath, realizing what it must look like to her.

  Taking her hand to get her attention, he waited until her wide eyes met his. “This is not my home.”

  Some of the tension left her body as she took a deep breath. “Okay,” she drawled. “Then what are we doing here?”

  His body was wound tight, and his dick was uncomfortably hard. He needed relief and he needed his woman. The ride home would take another twenty minutes, and Trent—if Teal allowed it—needed relief right now.

  He leaned and kissed away the words she tried to speak. Letting his hands slide around her neck, he pulled her close. She tasted just as sweet as she always had, with an added hint of peppermint gum.

  Trent groaned in relief when Teal closed the distance between them. Tongues met with ferocity, and his hands moved down until they met the buttons for her silk blouse. Franticly, he popped open the first button on her silky top, before Teal pulled back from the kiss.

  Breathless, she placed her hand over her shirt. “Wait.” Glancing around again, she sighed. “I don’t think it’s safe out here. Anyone could walk up.”

  Trent reached for her shirt again. “Woman, who the hell is coming to an abandoned home?” He’d gotten two more buttons undone before she shooed his hands away.

  With an exaggerated roll of her eyes, she started listing off scenarios, then added with a sensual smile, “And last but not least, freaky white men trying to take advantage of innocent chocolate goddesses.”

  Trent’s need ratcheted up as Teal’s fingers moved to her blouse. He counted the remaining four buttons as she unbuttoned each one, pulling the gold material off and down her shoulders.

  “Fuck.” Trent’s groan reverberated throughout the cab. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on the space between her breasts. He met her eyes. “Touch me.”

  Teal reached forward, both hands making their way to the fly of his jeans. “I cannot believe I am about to do this.” She glanced up at him, nervousness swimming in her gaze.

  He lifted his hips and leaned back to allow her access. Trent could stop this now and drive her home, but he’d waited a long time to touch her, and there were times he’d felt as if he’d drop everything to hop on a plane to hold his woman in his arms. Issues with his shop and Teal’s work schedule had stopped each of his attempts to escape to her.

  Trent took in the sight of Teal leaned over him; her breasts squeezed into the light pink cups of her bra, lips upturned into her signature smirk, and her hands all over his dick. Yeah, Trent was through with waiting. Sitting up, he made quick work of Teal’s little white shorts and thong. Before leaning back and getting into position, his fingers made their way past the tight thatch of curls over her sex and delved into her slick heat.

  His dick ached from the pu
ssy hiatus it’d been on.

  “Turn around for me,” he said gruffly. He supposed he could have been gentler with his words, but as soon as she presented him with her dark chocolate ass, something inside snapped. This time would be hard and fast, hopefully he didn’t make a fool of himself by finishing early.

  Trent shoved his jeans down as best as he could, and yanked Teal’s thick body onto his. “Lift,” he commanded.

  Teal took the dash in one hand, and the back of the seat in the other, and lifted her body up and over his.

  He pumped his cock and slid it against her ass cheeks. “Higher.” When she heeded his rough command, Trent rubbed his tip against her opening, and without pause, thrust up into her.

  The animalistic growl wrenched from Trent’s throat hurt his ears. The sensation of Teal’s tight channel yielding to his intrusion felt too intense; his body shuddered from the sensations. Years of masturbation and sex had led to his extensive knowledge on holding onto an orgasm, yet today, as Teal rose and fell on his dick, moaning and uttering his name, Trent realized he would most likely come before Teal.

  Reaching around, he placed his fingers over her slickened bud. He rubbed, increasing and decreasing the pressure, until he found a rhythm that made her legs shake.

  Teal threw her head back. “Holy shit, baby. I’m so close.” She pushed down harder, causing Trent to grit his teeth, his balls slapping against her ass.

  “Come for me.” Her hips bucked above his as she convulsed, and Trent could wait no longer. His release ripped through him and heightened with the spasming of her core. Pulling her close, he placed a kiss in the middle of her back. Holding her tight and steady against him, he closed his eyes and prayed he’d be able to convince her to stay.

  Teal lay nestled close to Trent, a warm bundle of smooth, soft skin, and a sweet scent of her vanilla lavender body wash. Trent pulled her close against his chest and wrapped their bodies together in the comforter at the foot of the bed. Teal mumbled her annoyance and kicked the covers off again.

  A shiver raced up his spine. “Damn, woman.” He kept his voice low. “I’m cold.” Teal ran hot as hell, and kept his AC blasting, making it cold as fuck. Damn near as cold as an icebox. A phone jingled in the background, and Trent searched for it keeping his eyes on Teal. Last night he’d tasted every inch of her brown skin and he was tempted to wake her up for more. Instead, he just watched her.

  Trent, a man who’d come from a shit home in Kentucky, held close to him his greatest treasure. Sappy as that shit sounded, he could think of no other way to describe it. It hadn’t even been a year, and she’d already showed him what it was like to truly be loved.

  Teal had become his rock, the light at the end of the tunnel, but she had also become more than a beacon toward happiness. She’d become his connection to a new world. One in which he was expected to be open and honest, caring and kind; but most of all, Teal expected Trent to live up to old expectations. The phone started its chiming again, only this time, he recognized the sound as Teal’s email notification, and again he ignored it.

  Trent rested his head on his palm and watched the rise and fall of Teal’s chest as she slept. If she woke up now, she’d most definitely curse him out for being what she called a creepy-ass stalker. He took in her slightly parted lips, until she rolled over, giving him a glorious view of her round ass.

  His voice must have caught her attention. “What the fuck, Trent?” She rolled back over and eyed him.

  Trent took in her mussed up curls and sleep-filled eyes. She slept with a black silk thing wrapped around her head. He found it hilarious that her wild sleeping habits had the material hanging off her head. “What?”

  With a groan, Teal sat up. “We’ve talked about this.” She shoved a mass of curls out of her face, the motion pushing her chest out. He was damned glad he’d talked her into sleeping nude.

  Trent reached up and squeezed a breast. “Talked about what?” Goosebumps broke out over her skin as he kneaded her smooth flesh.

  She shooed his hand away. “Staring at me while I sleep.” She scooted off the bed and Trent followed. “Is it some creepy white man thing?”

  He followed her as she headed into the bathroom, taking a quick glance at the clock. He’d need to head to the shop in an hour or so. “Nothing to do with race, baby girl.” Trent moved past her and started the shower. “And everything to do with that fine, plump ass.” He turned around just as she finished brushing her teeth. “One of these days, you’re going to let me fuck it.” He smirked at her grimace, and moved closer.

  Throwing a hand out, she stopped him mid-step. “I am going to tell you now. That big thing,” she pointed to his crotch, “isn’t going anywhere near my ass.”

  Trent pushed past her hand and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her neck and made his way to her lips. After a searing kiss, he released her and stepped into the shower.

  Pushing open the shower curtain, Teal stepped in behind him. “What all do you have to do at the shop today?” She busied herself with washing his back, as he massaged shampoo into his hair.

  “I need to go over payroll. And since I’m down a few men,” he sighed, “I may need to do a couple of extra jobs, so we aren’t too far behind after the holiday.” The fact that he was dating a black woman had spread faster than herpes in a whorehouse. “You still staying a week past the forth?”

  “Yeah, I took the full two weeks, just like you asked.” She finished his back and adjusted the water to rinse him off.

  Trent stuck his head under the stream before he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. “I’d bring you to the shop, but you’d be bored out of your mind. Plus, here, you have TV and food. That’s at least something for you to do.” He dried off, then rubbed the towel over his head. Teal stepped out behind him and he wrapped the towel around her body. Leaning in for another kiss, he pulled back when it wasn’t returned. “What?”

  Holding the towel around her, she took a step back and sighed. “I kind of feel guilty about you losing those two guys. Yes, they were racist dicks, but it hurt business.”

  Trent took her hand and led her into the bedroom, where he pulled out his work clothes. “It’s been a hassle for sure, but I can assure you, it is all on me.” He wasn’t lying. His own actions had led to him hiring deplorable men in order to keep up a façade. Trent felt like shit that his hotheadedness from years ago had cast a shadow over their relationship today, and he was working hard as fuck to fix the situation. As always though, his past came back to bite him in the ass.

  Teal dropped the towel and moved to her suitcase. “So, what about Harper?” She slipped on a pair of shorts and threw one of his shirts over her head. “Have you heard anything since the last letter?”

  Talk about my past haunting me . . .

  Turning to face him, she picked up a bottle from her suitcase and poured some pink liquid into her palm. Rubbing her hands together, she spread the stuff throughout her hair.

  It was odd to him. There was supposed to be some huge difference when it came to a black woman’s hair, versus a white woman’s hair, but Trent hadn't noticed a thing. Teal got her hair wet the same way Shayla had, and she styled and used similar shit in her hair as well.

  “Trent?” Teal’s voice was louder than before, and he realized she’d been trying to get his attention.

  He sat down on the side of the bed and stuffed one foot into his boot. Unable to look at her, he kept his eyes on the grimy boot. “No, nothing.”

  She sat on the bed, her warm hand grabbing his. “Look, maybe she is still angry at the past.” Trent gave her a withering stare. “I know. She was the one who walked away, but I am more than positive you understand why she left the first time, and her fear of you and your friends the second.”

  Trent moved his hand from beneath Teal’s and started on the second boot. Shame lanced through him when he realized that for all the honesty he required from Teal, he was unable to return it. He hadn't told her the truth about what had h
appened after Harper had left him standing there like a fool, and he sure as hell hadn't told her his actions were the reason she went running—not just the tattoo.

  “The first letter she sent you, I get. She was angry, alone, and afraid.”

  Trent grunted. “She didn’t have to be.” He would have worked his fingers to the bone to give her and his son what they needed, if only she’d given him a chance. The picture of his son, so sharply dressed and well cared for, flashed in his mind. No, he wouldn’t have been able to afford designer clothing or a fancy school, but back then, Trent would have offered what his own father had lacked—love for his son.

  “Now, the second letter?” She stood and stretched. “I don’t quite understand.”

  Trent couldn’t meet her eyes, so he kept fucking with his laces until he’d tied a knot so tight, he wasn’t sure he’d get the fucker off when the time came. He stood, running his hands through his hair. “I gotta head out.” He walked to her and placed a kiss on her lips. “If you need anything, call. If you want to go anywhere, the key to the Challenger is by the door.”

  Teal laced her fingers in his and trailed behind him to the kitchen, where he picked up his lunch. “You gonna eat before you go?”

  He turned and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I’ll get something a little later.” He bent forward, pushing his face into the crease of Teal’s neck. Her skin smelled of her lavender and vanilla body wash. He groaned, realizing he probably smelled the same, as she’d washed his back in the shower. “You got me smelling like a little bitch with that body wash shit.” He growled and nipped her neck.

  Lifting up on her tiptoes, she giggled and kissed his cheek. “Have a good day at work.”

  With a pat on her bottom, he went through the front door and headed to his truck. “See you when I get home,” he called out. Glancing back, he was rewarded with the sight of his woman in his shirt and a pair of itty-bitty shorts, seeing him off to work. The day would be a long one, but at least Teal would be there, waiting on his return.

 

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