[Men of Inked 01.0 - 03.0] Boxed Set

by Chelle Bliss

  “I missed you too,” she whispered, staring in my eyes.

  I kissed her, holding her body tight, still planted deep inside. Breaking the kiss, I licked a trail down her neck to her breasts, still spilling over in her corset. Looping my tongue inside, I pulled her nipple from its restraint and sucked. Her pussy convulsed, milking me and matching the rhythm of my mouth.

  Unable to restrain myself any longer, I pulled her off me, letting my cock free from her vise. I thrust my hips as I yanked her body down, slamming into her.

  “Fuck,” I hissed, my body on the verge of orgasm. I kept battering her pussy, driving myself toward the release my body needed. Finally feeling her core gripping my cock, I hammered into her at a quicker pace. Sweat trickled down my back, and my body and balls overheated as she clawed at my skin.

  My vision blurred and shivers raked my body as I came. “Izzy,” I gasped, unable to catch my breath.

  As my world came back into focus, I saw Izzy pouting. “What’s wrong, doll?” I asked, nuzzling her neck.

  “I wanted to be the boss,” she whined, crossing her arms in front of her chest as her bottom lip trembled.

  “Jesus,” I mumbled, rubbing my nose against her soft skin. “We have all weekend,” I said, moving back to look at her.

  “Promise?” she asked. “I really want to beat your ass with this thing.” She snickered, smacking the floor with the crop.

  I shook my head, laughing as she smiled innocently. “You’re too much.”

  She bounced, stroking my semi-erect dick with her inside. “Yes,” she shouted, slamming down on top of me.

  “Keep doing that shit and I’ll show you how to really use that.”

  “Oh?” she asked, her eyebrows moving toward her hairlines.

  “I have so much to teach you.”

  “I can be a really good student,” she said, batting her eyelashes at me.

  “I’m sure you were anything but, Izzy.” I laughed, holding her under the ass and climbing to my feet with her legs wrapped around me.

  “James,” she whispered.

  “Yeah?” I asked, setting her on the bed and collapsing next to her.

  “I really did miss you.” She buried her face in my side, hiding her eyes.

  I grunted, unsticking her from my body. “When this shit with your brother is all over, I want you to live with me,” I said, staring down at her.

  “With you?” she asked, pursing her lips.

  “Ah, yeah. You didn’t hear me wrong, doll.”

  “Babe,” she said, reaching up and touching my cheek, “I’m not leaving this house.”

  “Fine, I’ll move in here,” I said.

  “Don’t you think it’s too soon?”

  “You want someone else?” I asked.

  “No.”

  “Miss me when we’re apart?”

  “Yes.”

  “Love how I fuck you?”

  “Uh, yeah. Dumb question.”

  “Lo—”

  She placed her hand over my mouth. “You can move in here.”

  I laughed, falling on to my back. She was easy. Say any word that started with “lo” and she freaked the fuck out. I knew it was the best way to get her to agree.

  “Wise girl,” I mumbled, feeling her pulse under my lips as I kissed her neck.

  “Just remember I’m the boss,” she moaned as I bit down.

  “You’re the queen of the castle, but I’m master of the bedroom.”

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  “Or any other room I want to fuck you in.”

  “Okay.”

  “Why are you so agreeable tonight?” I asked.

  “I think you literally fucked me stupid.” She giggled.

  “I’m leaving my shit here this weekend.”

  “Okay.”

  “Izzy, you’re fucking killin’ me here. You never just say okay to everything.” I brushed a few stray hairs that had fallen across her face. “What gives?”

  “I’m scared,” she confessed, covering her eyes.

  “Of me?” I asked as I peeled her hands away from her face.

  She nodded, biting on her bottom lip. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Isabella, don’t ever be afraid of me.”

  “What if I lose myself?” she asked, opening her eyes and stared at me.

  “You’re too strong for that to happen. I’d never let that shit happen either. I love you for the fireball you are. Your sassy mouth and sharp tongue make my dick hard.”

  She laughed, “Your dick is always hard.”

  “Only because of you.”

  “What if we fight?”

  “Makeup sex, doll. It’s fucking fantastic,” I whispered in her ear.

  She turned to face me. “James, what if something happens to you?”

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “You don’t know the future,” she said, closing her eyes and breathing deeply.

  “I waited all my life to find someone that lights my fire like you do, Izzy. Nothing can put out that flame. Come hell or high water, I’ll spend eternity lo—” Her hand flew to my mouth. “Stop doing that,” I hissed, pulling her hand from my face.

  “Don’t say it.”

  “As I was saying,” I said, holding her hands above her head, “I’ll spend eternity by your side and worshipping you.”

  “Why me, James?”

  I looked at her, taking a deep breath before speaking. “Your brother talked about you all the time. I felt like I knew you before we met. That night at the reception when I saw you and you threw your attitude at me…I can’t explain it. In that moment I knew I wanted no one else but you.”

  She smiled, blinking slowly. “But I ditched you.” She grimaced.

  I laughed, running my hand down her arm. “I wouldn’t have expected anything less.”

  “Really?” she asked, her eyebrows knitting together.

  “Really. I figured you’d run away. When I touched you for the first time, it was like fireworks exploding under my skin. I never felt that with anyone before, Izzy. Never in my entire life,” I said, grabbing her hand and linking our fingers. “I knew I’d have you again and that someday I’d get you.”

  “Liar.”

  “You didn’t feel it?”

  “Fuck,” she mumbled, looking down before bringing her eyes to mine. “Yes. Why the hell do you think I ran out of there?”

  I chuckled, pulling her against me. “I told you I love a good chase. I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

  “It’s kinda hard when you keep finding ways to pop into my life.”

  “Divine intervention,” I whispered, crushing my lips to hers.

  “Bullshit,” she muttered into my mouth.

  “Izzy,” I said, pulling her lip between my teeth.

  “Yeah?”

  “Shut the fuck up and suck my cock,” I growled, pushing her head down toward my dick.

  Her eyes flickered as a grin spread across her face. “Yes, master,” she teased, climbing down my body.

  20

  Time Keeps on Tickin’… Two Months Later

  James

  Two Months Later

  “James,” Mrs. Gallo crooned, holding out her arms to me. “It’s been far too long since we’ve seen you.”

  Izzy cleared her throat as her mother nuzzled against me, rubbing her hands down my back. “Ma, really? Must you paw him?”

  Mrs. Gallo pulled back, sticking her tongue out at Izzy. “I’m just giving him a hug, dear.”

  “Looked like more than a hug.”

  “She’s always been so sensitive,” she said to me, ignoring Izzy.

  “For fuck’s sake,” Izzy said behind me.

  “Watch your language, Isabella.”

  “Oh, she notices me all of a sudden.” Izzy’s voice was laced with sarcasm.

  “You should hear her, Mrs. Gallo. She has the dirtiest mouth I’ve heard on a woman.” I looked over my shoulder and winked.

  “It’s her brothers’
fault. Her father and I didn’t teach her to speak like that.” Mrs. Gallo shook her head, peeking over my shoulder at Izzy.

  “Oh please, Ma. I’ve heard you drop more F-bombs than anyone I know. Give up your Mother Teresa act.”

  “She’s a mouthy one, isn’t she? How do you deal with her?”

  “I’ll whip her into shape, Mrs. Gallo.” I turned to Izzy with a smile so large my cheeks hurt.

  “You do that, dear. Lord knows her father and I didn’t do a good enough job.”

  “What the hell?” Izzy muttered, pushing past us to get into the house.

  “Thanks, Mrs. Gallo.”

  “For what, James?”

  “Busting her balls for once.” I laughed.

  “Oh,” she said. “I’ve been doing it for years.” She smiled, laughing and looping her arms with mine. “Any news on Thomas?” she asked as we entered the foyer.

  “He’s well, but I can’t say much else. I’m sorry.”

  She nodded, her face beaming from the smile on her face. “No worries. Any news is better than no news. It’s been a tough couple of years.”

  “It shouldn’t be much longer.” I couldn’t give her a timeframe, but after Rebel’s death, things had been kicked into overdrive. The MC was heading for a cliff, they just didn’t know it yet.

  “James, how the hell have you been, son?” Mr. Gallo asked, holding out his hand as he approached when Mrs. Gallo headed toward the kitchen.

  “Couldn’t be better, Mr. Gallo.” I shook his hand, watching as Izzy followed her mother while giving me the evil eye.

  “Don’t mind her. All the ladies are touchy in this house lately.”

  “Must be the heat,” I said. Wondering where to take that topic of conversation, I decided to switch course. “How are your Cubbies doing?”

  “There’s always next year.” He shook his head and sighed. “Someday before I die, I’d like to see a championship. The rest of the men are watching the game. Join us?” he asked, tilting his head and smiling.

  I liked Mr. Gallo. He was my kind of man. Strong and protective, but he knew how to laugh. He loved his wife. That was evident the last time I was here. He cherished her, and I wanted their kind of relationship with Izzy. I hoped maybe someday we’d get there.

  “Sure.” I peeked into the kitchen on the way, seeing Mrs. Gallo and Izzy talking at the kitchen table. “Hey,” I said as I walked around the couch to find an open spot.

  They all waved, keeping their eyes glued to the television. Suzy was the only one to look at me and smile before she patted the seat next to her.

  Joe turned toward her, making a face. “Here,” he said as he stood and lifted Suzy, depositing her in his spot.

  I sat, feeling slightly uncomfortable, and looked around the room without moving my head. The couch dipped as Joe sat between Suzy and me.

  I gaped at him. My eyebrows drew together as a confusion spread across my face.

  “Just lookin’ out for what’s mine. You got me?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at me.

  “I do.”

  I could see why Izzy wanted to run away from me. All the men in this family were cavemen. We were cut from the same cloth.

  Joey’s head jerked forward, and I turned to see Izzy standing behind him.

  “What the fuck was that for?” he asked, turning to glare at her.

  “Being a jerk.” She snickered, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “Jesus. You’re lucky you’re my sister.”

  “Izzy, doll, I’ve never seen your room,” I said, changing the subject.

  “What?” she asked as she turned toward me.

  “I want to see your room. Did your parents change it?”

  “Nope. Looks exactly like it did the day I moved out.”

  “Show me,” I blurted, getting up from the couch.

  “Ma!” Izzy shouted. “How much longer for dinner?”

  “Thirty minutes!” Mrs. Gallo yelled from the kitchen.

  “Is it okay, Daddy?” Izzy asked, looking at her dad.

  “You’re a grown woman.”

  She laughed, drawing her lips into her mouth. “They like you,” she said, pulling me by the arm up the stairs.

  “Ya think?”

  “I’ve never been allowed to bring a boy up to my room,” she mumbled as we hit the top step.

  “I like the sound of that.”

  “That doesn’t mean I haven’t had a boy in there, though, James. Don’t get too excited.”

  I stopped, pulling her into me as she grabbed for the door handle to what I assumed was her bedroom. “Have you ever fucked a man in your childhood bedroom?” I murmured against her lips.

  She sucked in a breath, blinking slowly. “No,” she whispered.

  I covered her hand in mine and turned the doorknob, opening the door. “You’re not scared?” I asked as I closed the door, locking it.

  “Of what?”

  “Getting caught,” I said, starting to undo my zipper.

  She shook her head. “Nope. They won’t look for us. They think you walk on water.” She laughed.

  Picking her up, I walked toward the bed, placing her on her back. My hand glided up her leg, taking the bottom of her dress with it. I smiled as I realized that she’d listened this morning and hadn’t worn panties.

  “I didn’t want them ruined,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck.

  “Smart girl.” I rubbed my nose against hers as I cupped her mound. “You’re already wet.” I dipped a finger inside, watching her eyes close.

  She moaned softly, pushing her head back into the blankets.

  Covering her mouth with my free hand, I hissed, “Shh. Quiet.”

  Moving my hips, I placed my dick close enough to grasp it with my hand and slam it into her body. She gasped, biting down on my fingers.

  “Fuck,” I muttered.

  “Not so easy to stay quiet, is it?” she said, smiling underneath my palm.

  “Quiet, girl,” I commanded, slapping her hip before I slid my hand underneath her ass.

  She opened her mouth, pulling my fingers inside with her tongue. I pounded into her as she sucked my fingers. The extra sensation made my vision blurry, and I picked up the pace.

  She moaned, sending vibrations through my fingers straight to my balls. Staring down at her, I watched her tits bounce out of the top of her dress. She looked so fucking beautiful underneath me as I possessed her. Moments later, my world exploded as I pushed inside her one last time before collapsing.

  “Damn it,” I growled, swallowing as I tried to catch my breath.

  She wrapped her legs around me, holding my body in place. “I didn’t get to come,” Izzy whined, kicking me in the ass.

  “You’ll get yours.” I smiled, pushing myself up.

  “Who’s the selfish one now?” she teased, unwrapping her legs from my body.

  I stuffed my dick back in my pants and zipped it up, returning my outfit to its original state. I held out my hand, helping Izzy off the bed.

  “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you play mistress again tonight,” I whispered, brushing my lips against her mouth.

  A smile spread across her face as her blue eyes blazed. “Only if I can use the whip again,” she said, clapping her hands as she bounced.

  “I’ve created a monster.” I laughed, picking her up and tossing her over my shoulder before I swatted her ass.

  “Mmm, I liked that.” She giggled before biting the sensitive spot just below my shoulder blades.

  “Fuck, Izzy,” I growled, slapping her ass a little harder.

  “You better watch yourself, Jimmy. I’m gonna get you later,” she said through her laughter as we descended the stairs.

  I pulled her body down, letting it slide against mine until we were eye to eye. “You already got me, Izzy Gallo. Bring it.” I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her hard, demanding entrance into her sweet mouth.

  I finally felt at peace and secure with Izzy. Although we hadn’t profes
sed our undying love to each other, I could see the sadness in her eyes every time I had to say goodbye and head back to Leesburg to work. We spent a couple of days every week together, but it was becoming harder to stay apart.

  My phone rang in my pocket, echoing throughout the hallways. I sighed, pulling it from my pocket. “I gotta take this. It’s work.”

  She nodded and walked away as I hit answer.

  “Yeah?”

  “Get your ass back here now,” Bobby barked, his breathing fast and hard.

  “What the fuck, Bobby? It’s my day off, man,” I whispered, trying to not draw the attention of the family.

  “The bust. Thomas called. It needs to happen tonight. It’s all hands on deck, James. Wipe the pussy off your face and stick your dick back in your pants. You have two hours to get the fuck back here and be ready.”

  “Are you sure?” I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose as panic started to grip me.

  These were the final hours of the thing Thomas and I had been working years to accomplish. This was our chance to bring the MC to its knees and bite off the head of the snake. One fuck-up and everything could go wrong.

  “You got a dick?”

  “Yeah. Dumbass question.”

  “Well, so is questioning my orders. Get the fuck off the phone, kiss your lady goodbye, and get the hell back here ASAP.” A loud bang in my ear caused me to pull the phone away from my head before the line went dead.

  “Izzy!” I called, waiting for her to come back so I could spill the news.

  “Yes, Jimmy,” she answered as she walked in with a confused look on her face.

  “I gotta run, doll.” I kissed her on the forehead.

  She gripped my arms, staring into my eyes. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah. I got called into work. Tell your folks I had to run and that I’m sorry.”

  “I wanted to play mistress tonight.” She stuck out her lip, pouting at me.

  “I’ll be back in a couple of days and we can play mistress all you want.”

  “Jimmy.” She pulled me closer, her grip tightening around my biceps.

  “What, Izzy?” I leaned forward, resting my forehead against her.

  My heart ached from having to say goodbye. I’d told her I’d be back in a couple of days, but I didn’t know when I’d see her again. With the case wrapping up, I could be buried under a sea of paperwork and court dates.