“She’s my heart, Jase.”
“And you’re mine.”
Her breath slammed into her lungs like a big-rig into a concrete wall. Curse breezed back into the room, and she was thankful for his presence so she could stave off the conversation she feared Jase wanted. What would she say if he said he loved her?
Maybe I’m reading more into his comment than he intended. Terror tore through her gut.
Maybe I’m not. Excitement zinged along her skin and caused her heart to pound hard enough she could hear it in her ears.
As she avoided Jase’s eyes, she watched Curse prep little cups with the varied colors of ink.
Jase spread his legs and pat the vinyl between his thighs. “Come, darlin’.”
Taking care to keep her dress down, she gingerly squirmed between his legs. She leaned back against his chest, and he loosely wrapped his arms around her waist.
It seemed like a few minutes later she watched in a daze as Curse placed the stencil on her wrist and waited for her approval. Once he received it, he asked, “Ready, hot momma?”
“I-I…y-yeah.”
“Don’t watch him ink you.” Jase cupped her chin with his palm and angled her head back against his shoulder. Their eyes met and the forthrightness of his emotions blasted her. “Don’t be scared.”
Double meaning all over the place with that comment. Loving Jase terrified her. Him loving her terrified her more because it meant she trusted him to do right by her.
As the first bite of the needle hit her skin, Jase settled his mouth over hers. His tongue tangled with hers, and he implemented wispy strokes over her neck with his fingertips. Unexpected arousal punched her hard, moisture drenched her panties, and Fallon groaned into his mouth. A slight hesitation in the inking, then the needle was reapplied to her skin, and the stinging resurfaced. Had Curse paused to watch them kiss? Any other time she might’ve been embarrassed by the way Jase chose to distract her, but not this time.
His palm circled her belly as his tongue dragged across her bottom lip. Teeth nipped at her top lip before his tongue dove back inside her mouth, harder this time, demanding a deeper kiss. All the while the slight sting of the needle pricked her skin, as the whine of the machine buzzed in her ears, and she melted into the pleasure Jase generated. Before long she couldn’t distinguish the pain from the pleasure, embracing both sensations, and melding them into one amazing experience.
The hand on her belly inched lower and Fallon laced her fingers with his. It was the only way she could think to halt its descent since his tongue was in her mouth.
“Finished.” Curse said as he cleaned her wrist and a new fire assaulted her tender flesh.
“See…that didn’t hurt so bad.” Jase’s lips moved against hers when he spoke.
Fallon blinked at him, his sapphire eyes were creased at the corners. A sense of satisfaction filtered from him. Yeah, his mission at distraction had been successful, so she couldn’t fault his method or his contentment.
“That didn’t take too long,” she said, trying to sit up. Jase resisted her departure, tightening his grip on her waist and clutching her chin in his palm. He gave her one final kiss, his tongue dipping inside to mate with hers. He released her and she sighed, shaking her head a little to evaporate her sexual stupor.
She looked at the tattoo.
Wow! Nothing fancy, but it honored her daughter, so it was perfect for her.
The inking went better than she anticipated, nothing as horrific as she expected. Of course without Jase’s distracting kisses who knew how it would’ve panned out?
Jase kneaded the back of her neck as he peeked over her shoulder, and his hand cradled the back side of her wrist to elevate her arm. “Looks good, darlin’.”
“What does hot momma think?” Curse broke down his equipment again, sending her random glances.
“It’s perfect. Just perfect, Curse.” Tears blurred her vision. Sap. Get your shit together before you lose it in front of both guys.
She sniffled and tried to dab at her damp eyes with her fingertips without smudging the smoky-eyed makeup Sam had applied.
Jase rested his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her against him. “Told ya’ nothing to be scared of.”
Fallon blinked, again getting his double meaning. The tattoo hadn’t been scary, but Jase Collins held scary power over her heart. Despite her muddled thoughts, she tilted her head back and snagged a quick kiss. When he elevated his eyebrows in a silent question, she said, “Thanks for giving me the courage to be brave enough to do this.”
Curse snickered. “Endorphin high.”
“The courage is in you, I only helped you embrace it.”
Still riding an emotional high when they departed Cursed Ink at three in the morning with both their tattoos bandaged, Fallon kind of wished she kept a diary. This one would definitely be a highlighted moment. Dear Diary, she mentally penned, tonight I got my first tattoo and almost got felt up by a rocker in front of—
“Fuck me,” Jase muttered, snapping her out of her mental juxtaposition.
Apparently paparazzi never slept. Two waited outside the tattoo shop with their entourage.
Fallon shot a worried glance at Jase. Unpredictable in the best case scenario, she had no idea how this would go down.
He surprised her by roping his arm around her shoulders, drawing her closer, and fast-walking her straight to the car. Snapshots went off on one side, while the other pap’s man videoed them. The way the one shuttered the photos she’d be blind before they made it to the vehicle. Jase would have to be in a similar manner, and she didn’t know how he’d manage to drive with bulbs lingering in his vision.
“Looking hot, Fallon.”
Unsure why the journalist with overlong blond hair complimented her, she sent him a nervous glance. “Thanks.”
“Yeah, you clean up nice.” The other reporter’s bushy black eyebrows met in the middle, his buzzed hair hiding the sheen of his scalp. “I’d do you now too.”
Jase’s entire body tensed against hers a split second before he released her and went after Mr. Bushy-eyebrows. “Motherfucker—”
“Jase!” Fallon caught his hand. He halted, but his glare was all for the other man. “Let it go, Jase.”
He glanced at her, and she could tell he wanted to twist the other guy’s balls off and force him to eat them, but he walked away. Walked away for me.
“Get another tattoo, Jase? Or do I see a bandage on Fallon’s wrist?” She couldn’t identify which one asked the question because she was too busy gauging Jase’s demeanor and worried he’d change his mind and go after the reporter after all.
“None of your goddamn business,” Jase snarled at them.
“Can we see your new ink, Fallon?” Mr. Nice-guy-blond reporter asked.
“No. Get out of our fucking face.” Jase’s palm landed at her lower back, and he walked her faster to the passenger side, forcing the cameraman to bustle out of the way or get run over.
Jase used his body to block the reporters from getting closer as he opened the door for her.
“Fallon?” She glanced at the blond who seemed to be taking the more respectful approach than the other. “The world is eager to know about your relationship with Jase. Do you have any comment? Anything you want to say?”
“Hmmm….” Ever aware of the videoing, she mimed a thoughtful pose.
“You don’t owe them anything, darlin’. Tell them to piss off by getting in the car and saying nothing.”
She met Jase’s gaze. Was he frightened by what she’d say? Nah…she didn’t think so. That wasn’t his style.
But she realized something in that moment…as long as she was in Jase’s life, she would always be under the scrutiny of society. Avoiding them was useless.
Fallon squared her shoulders and faced the reporter, with her chin held high. She had nothing to be ashamed of and neither did Jase. She lifted her hand and showed off the bandage.
“I
got Faith’s name tattooed on me to commemorate her life, and her specialness to me.”
“Got any lewdness to say about Jase?” Mr. Bushy-eyebrows pushed his way into the conversation. It was obvious he was gunning for a scandal.
She looked him square in the eye. “I’m going to say this once and once only. Jase is a standup guy. A true Southern gentleman other guys should emulate. He’s a great daddy, loves his daughter, and if you have doubts, then set your TV recorder for the exclusive interview coming soon with Celebrity Beef.” She looked back at Jase. His jaw was tight, but he stared across the parking lot patiently waiting for her to say her peace. “Jase the man is different from Jase the father, and that man rocks my fucking panties off.” They could take that any lewd way they wanted to.
Jase’s startled gaze shot to hers. A grin twitched at the corners of his mouth. Fallon winked at him and settled into the passenger seat.
He didn’t even look at the reporters as he walked around the vehicle to the driver side.
“You got anything to add to that, Jase?” The blond reporter inquired.
“Nope.”
“How about any eloquent or lewd words about Fallon?” Mr. Bushy-eyebrows prodded as Jase opened the driver side door.
Door wide open, Jase scowled at the man and snorted. “You want eloquent or lewd?”
“Both.”
“How about this…Fallon’s fucking perfect. She deserves your respect, not your thinly veiled insults about you’d do her when we both know a fucker like you wouldn’t be able to get a girl like her.”
“She’s hot.” The blond agreed. “Not many of us deserve a girl like her.”
“Damn straight.”
Before Jase slid into the driver seat, Mr. Busy-eyebrows prompted, “Come on, Jase, stop pussyfooting around and give us a real comment. Everyone wants details about your love affair.”
“This is your real comment….” Jase thrust his arm straight out toward the video-recorder and gave them the middle finger salute.
Through the windshield she watched the blond laugh as Jase climbed into the driver seat. He hit the locks, cranked the car, and backed out quickly, seemingly without a care if he struck one of them or not.
“I knew I should’ve brought Rain with us.” He rubbed his right temple with his fingertips as he navigated the car.
“Rain couldn’t have stopped them any more than you did.”
“I wanted it to be our special night.”
“It was.” She fed her fingers through his hair, savoring the feel of the cool, soft strands against her skin. She thought he shot her a side-ways glance, but couldn’t be certain in the shadows of the car. “Shooting them the bird was a classy comment. Very Fallon approved.”
“Classy was you telling him I rock your panties off.” Shaking his head, he chuckled. “Priceless, Fallon.”
“Fucking panties, Jase, get it right.”
“That’s sure to hit Celebrity Beef’s intro since the blond guy was a Celebrity Beef reporter.” She didn’t realize they were so close to his house until he parked the car in the garage. “I’m gonna ruin your reputation.”
She shrugged. “Until you, I didn’t have a reputation, and I’m tired of them picking on you, Jase. If they knew half the man I know—”
Jase was out and coming around to her side before she could finish.
Well, okay then.
She had one leg out of the car when he hauled her out and shoved her against the side of the vehicle. His mouth latched onto hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, aggressive and demanding.
Fallon gripped his shirt with her fingers, fisting the material until her fingers ached, but she gave herself over to his never-ending kiss. No…the word ‘kiss’ failed to accurately describe how the embrace affected her. Instead it served as an all-over body sensual assault.
His hands cupped her hips, slid slower and latched onto her upper thighs. He adjusted her to give himself space between her legs. In response, she wrapped a leg around his hip. His hand roamed down the outside of her leg to her knee and back up to support her leg’s position. The fingers of his other hand threaded into her hair and cupped the back of her head, angling her head so he could deepen the kiss.
Nipples tight, and smashed against his chest, each inhalation scraped them against the fabric of her dress.
While giving nips to her bottom lip, his eyes locked on hers as he rocked his hips against her. With her pelvis tilted, she was positioned at the right angle to experience the rough ride of his hard cock through his jeans.
Fallon whimpered at the evidence of his arousal. Heat ignited in her loins and dampened her panties even more. At this rate, they’d be soaked soon. Her response was a graphic testament to what she craved from him.
That he watched her gave her the intense feeling he was into her. Like what he’d said was true that sex with her meant something to him, and that made her feel special. Gave her a sense of empowerment.
He dipped his tongue inside, and she chased it out with hers. A timeless imitation of sex he repeated more than once as he rocked against her pussy.
Jase pulled her head back by her hair. The slight sting in her scalp heightened her desires.
He kissed down her throat, his lips and breaths caressing her flesh in humid puffs. He licked back up the same path, his hips maintaining a steady sway that drove her crazy for more. He pecked her chin and dragged his scruff along her jaw to her ear where he whispered, “You’re wet against my jeans, darlin’.” Heat burned her cheeks, because if he could feel her desire through her lace and his denim then she’d coated him with her arousal. “I want you, Fallon.”
I want you too!
He lifted his head. Black-rimmed sapphire eyes captured her gaze. The heat in them excited her. “Tell me no or it gets real right now. Fast.”
No more waiting? Finally!
“Yes!” Fallon would’ve screamed the word, but instead it came out a breathy whisper of anticipation.
Jase groaned, but then his mouth was on hers again with his hand gliding down her hip to the bare flesh of her thigh. His palm shifted upward along the inside of her leg, the material of her dress inching upward exposing more of her in a slow manner, the cool air sent goose bumps along her bare skin as it was revealed.
“Jase.” Despite the burn in her scalp, she turned her head to the side just enough to break contact with his mouth so she could speak without his kisses distracting her. “We’re in the garage.”
“Yeah.” His touch reached her thong, and he hooked his fingers around the delicate lace. A slight twist of his other wrist and her head was repositioned so she had no choice but to look at him.
The hand between her legs yanked, and the lace gave way. The tearing was loud in the near silence of the garage. Only the hiss and pop of the cooling engine intruded.
Her lips parted in surprise. They were a fifty-dollar pair of panties. Ridiculously priced, but according to Sam that was a decent price where she shopped…and now apparently where Fallon shopped.
Before she could lobby a protest, everything moved fast just as he’d said it would. Jase tugged the top of her dress down, displaying one breast. He tongued the nipple and she gasped at the startling pleasure, driving her fingers into his hair and arching into him. He sucked and laved, ignoring her other breast and the way her knees shook.
Suddenly, he dropped to his knees. He hooked her left knee over his shoulder and dragged his jaw along the inside of her leg until his mouth connected with her pussy.
Fallon cried out as he drove his tongue into her, whimpering with each subsequent thrust. She wound her fingers tighter in his hair and held on for dear life, enjoying wave after wave of the pleasure he crafted with his devilish tongue. He licked at her opening, along her vaginal lips, on either side of her clit without touching the heart of her, and then dove back inside her to lap at the dew he created.
Jase made a growly sound and buried is face into her cunt, his nose adding pressure to her clit. The nub
throbbed for attention. As if he knew that, he tilted his head back slowly, dragging the flat of his tongue up her center.
His eyes were on her face when his tongue connected with her clitoris. A languid drag around the outside of her pleasure spot. She panted. Another leisure crawl, and she got the sense he toyed with her.
“Jase.”
“Darlin’, you’re so hot for me.” One of his fingers penetrated her as he performed soft, fast flicks to her clit.
She arched against the car, her breathing coming in rapid gasps. She would’ve been humping his face if his arms weren’t locked tight around her thighs immobilizing her.
The climax snuck up on her as fast as he went down on her. One moment she enjoyed the unhurried strokes of his tongue, and in the next she cupped the back of his head with a palm and tightened her grip on his hair. She moaned her release, the sound loud in the enclosed space, but thankfully no one came to investigate as he continued to tongue her through the bliss. He only ceased when she went limp against the vehicle. She peered down at him as he removed his finger from her passage. Her fingers were still wound in the dark strands of his hair. He turned his head and kissed the inside of her thigh. Jase lowered his shoulder, and her leg slid down his arm. He tugged the hemline of her dress down, shielding her pussy. His actions surprised her and demonstrated his need to care for her.
He stood and drew her dress back up and over her breast.
His tongue swiped across his lips, and he palmed his mouth. That’s when he noticed she watched him.
He smiled, a boyish kind of smile that softened her heart all the more for him. His concern for her did her under, as well as his treatment toward her. She melted for him all over again.
With her hands still in his hair, she pulled him in for a kiss.
“You’re welcome,” he chuckled against her mouth.
“Did you plan to get me off in the garage?” A new thought hit her. “Your sister or Fang could’ve seen us!”
Mortification burned her cheeks as she thanked their lucky stars no one had intervened.
“My sister’s seen worse, and Fang’s done worse with me.” She glared at him, well the best she could muster in her post-orgasmic mellowed state. He Eskimo kissed her. “And yes. I needed to take the edge off before I got you in my bed and lost my control.”
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