Inked Souls (The Shaw Effect Duet)

by Lucia Grace

  Kennedy’s small smile grows a little sad then. “That must have been nice.”

  Realizing what I said and her sad smile, I shake my head. “Fuck, angel, I’m an insensitive asshole. I’m—”

  “Gosh, Rhett. No. How could you be insensitive, ever? You’re the one who lost your parents. I may have never had any, but because of that I will never know that kind of pain and loss. It’s something I could never imagine going through.”

  Fucking hell…this girl. I’m the one who was lucky enough to have parents—a family—even if they were taken from me, yet she’s making it sound like a damn blessing she never had any.

  “I just meant that it sounded nice, those Sunday dinners. Being with family. Your momma must have been an amazing woman to keep a tradition like that going. Your daddy, too.”

  That deep ache that never really goes away whenever I think of my parents settles in my chest. “They were great people. Even better parents. And they would have loved you, baby.”

  Soft pink touches her cheeks. “You think so?” I hear so much in that simple question. The surprise. The praise. The hope.

  “I know it.” And I do. They would have fallen for her immediately, just like I did. And I would have brought her home to Ma as soon as I could.

  That small smile she was sporting a few moments ago comes back in full bloom. Fucking blinding.

  I relish in that look before leaning over the countertop between us to kiss those full, pink lips. “Now how about dinner?”

  She nods and smiles some more, so I reluctantly pull away and get to plating us each a pile of pasta and meatballs with a side of garlic bread.

  We sit at the island side by side. She moans and groans at practically every bite. My mind unable to not hit the gutter with each sound, thinking of the last time I got my hands on her and made her scream the same sounds.

  Once we finish eating, she insists on helping me with cleaning up no matter how many times I tell her I’ve got it. So we work together to clear the table and rinse dishes, then load up the dishwasher.

  Normal, domestic shit that I can’t help but want every damn day with her.

  I grab a beer from the fridge and another bottle of water for Kennedy before leading us into the living room once the kitchen is practically sparkling from her attention.

  We both sit, thighs touching, and I hand her the remote. “Choose anything you want, angel. Got on-demand, Netflix, all that movie shit.”

  She smiles and gets to clicking and flipping before settling on a movie. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it,” she says sheepishly.

  Looking up from staring at the beauty at my side, I see she chose The Ring.

  “You like horror movies?” I ask, shocked.

  She nods. “Since I was a little kid I’ve loved the rush of being scared and spooked and not knowing when it was coming.”

  “I’m definitely surprised by that but can’t complain if that means I’ll have you cuddled in close. Letting me protect you.”

  As the movie starts and we settle in, I run my fingers through the ends of her soft hair. The color a contrast to my heavily tattooed skin.

  She leans into my side, a small hand landing on my thigh. And I use the arm I have behind her to bring her even closer still. Not wanting an inch between us.

  When she starts to shift to get more comfortable, I use my free hand to pull her long legs over my lap. “This good?”

  “Yeah,” she whispers with a nod and a small smile.

  “Good,” I whisper back. Kissing the top of her head when she leans on my shoulder.

  Then her focus is back on the movie, jumping and cringing here and there.

  As my one hand continues to run through the ends of her hair, the other skims fingertips along her denim-clad thigh. Up and down. From hip to knee.

  Then before I know it, my innocent touches turn to soft caresses, and then we’re making out, the movie forgotten.

  She’s straddling my lap now, her hands in my hair. Mine are on her round ass, squeezing and kneading.

  Then her hips shift, grinding down on my harder-than-rock dick. And I’m a fucking goner. Lifting my hips slightly, I pump up once. Giving us both the contact we crave.

  But when I feel her still for a split second, I know we need to slow it down.

  Turning the long strokes of my tongue into soft pecks, I slow down the kiss before pulling away reluctantly. Because kissing this girl is something I never want to stop.

  “What’s wrong?” she breathes out breathlessly. Her lips still touching mine.

  I drag my hands from her ass to her back, rubbing up and down.

  “Figured we should stop, baby. I’m perfectly happy kissing you all night, but with the way you were moving, I just needed a minute.”

  “I don’t want you to stop.” Her voice quiet but sure. Her hands roaming over my t-shirt-covered chest. “In fact…I-I want you to touch me.”

  My resolve? Yeah, it fucking shatters. Hearing her breathe out every syllable of each word has me practically shaking.

  “You’re sure?” I ask, needing her words.

  “Yes,” she says before kissing me once. Twice.

  “My fucking pleasure, angel.”

  Moving quicker than lightning, I stand us both up, my hands grabbing at her ass again to keep her steady in my arms.

  She squeals out a laugh. “Put me down, Rhett. I can walk.”

  “Not a chance in hell am I putting you down when I can have you in my arms.” Barreling up the stairs as carefully but quickly as I can.

  When I make it to my bed, I gently lay her down and just look at her. Long, golden brown hair fanned out behind her. Chest heaving lightly, her full breasts round and spilling from the top of her tank. Cheeks rosy and lips swollen and all. Fucking. Mine.

  “You’re sure, angel? I told you there’s no rush, and I meant it. Still do.” My heart thunders in my chest. Waiting. Hoping. Wanting. But knowing I completely mean it when I say we can wait.

  Because we’ll have a goddamn lifetime for more. I’ll make sure of it.

  She nods, but I need her words and I tell her as much.

  “Yes,” she breathes. “I’m sure.”

  Moving to undo her jeans, I drag them down her long, toned legs. Revealing black lace.

  God. Damn.

  “You are beyond fuckin’ stunning, angel. Steal my damn breath.”

  Then in a move bolder than I’ve ever seen from her, Kennedy sits up, crosses her hands at her waist, and lifts her shirt up over her head.

  I don’t think I’ve ever been this speechless before in my life. She’s robbed me of all thought.

  Sitting before me is a vision in a matching black lace bra. Holding those full, perky tits of hers high on her chest. Creating a cleavage I want to bury my face in.

  “Angel…” I breathe out. Still utterly speechless, not knowing what the hell to say.

  So instead of speaking, I just take action and move.

  Dropping to me knees at the foot of my bed, I gently grasp right above her knees and drag her toward my waiting mouth.

  Falling to her back, she leans up onto her elbows, asking, “Wha-what are you doing?” Anticipation already has her breathless.

  “‘Bout to do a whole lot more than touch you, angel. If that’s okay?”

  Her breath halts for a beat before releasing in a whoosh. “Oh, o-okay.”

  Not needing any more go ahead, I lean down and drag my nose along her center over top the black lace. Inhaling her intoxicating scent. Feeling the heat radiating from her core. “I’m fucking salivating, baby. Remembering what you tasted like on my fingers. Anticipating what your tight cunt’s gonna taste like when I finally get my tongue on you.”

  She shivers. Her whole body trembles. Falling to her back, she heaves a deep breath.

  “Lift up,” I whisper. Tapping a finger against her lush hip.

  Doing as I ask, it gives me the room to slide her panties down her tanned legs.

  “I wi
ll never get over the sight of you bare before me, angel. All that pretty pink flesh wet with want for me. Fuck,” I practically growl. “You’ll never know what that does to me. What you do to me.”

  She whimpers then. All soft and needy.

  Just like her pussy.

  “Gosh, Rhett. The way you talk to me…”

  “You like that, angel?” I drag a pointer finger along the inside of her thigh, teasing toward her entrance.

  “More than I thought I would,” she admits. Chest heaving, lifting those full tits encased in black lace.

  “Fingers or tongue, baby?” I ask before kissing the opposite thigh while I continue to drag my fingertip along the other.

  Goosebumps rise on her skin. She swallows harshly. “Rhett, I…”

  “Tell me, Kennedy. It’s just us. No one else. What do you want, angel? My fingers or tongue first?” I lean in, speaking near her center so each word’s breathed along her wetness.

  “God,” she moans. Shaking her head back and forth. “I can’t—I don’t—”

  “Yes, you do, baby. Tell me.” Not letting up. Letting my knuckle lightly graze her clit.

  “Tongue,” she quickly blurts out. Bringing a forearm to cover her eyes. Trying to hide.

  Lifting each leg to my shoulders, spreading her wide, Kennedy peers at me under her arm. I smirk. “Thought you’d never ask.”

  Then I’m dropping my face into her pussy and dragging the flat of my tongue straight up in one long, leisurely lick.

  Her entire body shudders on a deeply moaned, “Oh my God.”

  And the groan that’s unleashed from my chest can’t be contained. “Goddamn, angel. You taste amazing. Just like I knew you would.” If I wasn’t ruined before, I am now from her taste alone.

  My tongue licks her from slit to clit. She moans and writhes as she clutches at my hair. Pleads for more. For me to never stop.

  Never fucking plan on it.

  “God, Rhett,” she breathes on a long moan. Fucking wrecking me further.

  “Fucking straight, angel. I’m gonna lick you so fuckin’ good that I’m gonna be all you ever remember. All you’ll ever want and need.”

  “Yes!”

  Diving back in, I lick and suck and lap every inch I can, inside and out. Dipping my tongue straight into her warmth, I fuck her with my tongue until I can feel her pussy begin to quiver.

  She gasps out. “Please. More. I—”

  Before she can finish, I’m pulling back and slamming two fingers inside her cunt. Knuckle deep. Twisting, turning. Then as I curl them forward, hitting that hidden bundle of nerves, I suck her clit into my mouth. Flicking it with my tongue.

  Her walls shake. Then she fucking detonates. Shatters. Falls apart in a mess of moans and gasps and yes, yes, yes.

  Keeping my fingers deep, I remove my mouth from her pussy to watch her come undone. Licking my lips to savor every last drop. Feeling the aftershocks of every clench. As my hooded eyes take in every exposed inch of her gorgeous body before me.

  When her body stops shaking and her moans turn to heavy breathing, I remove my fingers from her tight warmth.

  “So fuckin’ sweet, angel.” Crawling up her body, I drag my tongue over her bare pubic bone, around her belly button, up the flat of her stomach until I reach her bra-covered breasts. Teasing her cleavage with my tongue, I suck the tender flesh into my mouth. Hoping to mark her.

  Her chest still heaves as silence surrounds us. Our breaths and beating hearts the only sounds to be heard.

  Lifting my head, I bring my still-wet fingers to my mouth, suck them clean, before dropping my mouth to hers in a deep kiss. Letting her taste herself on my tongue and lips.

  She moans again. Throaty and long. Then before I know it, she’s sitting up and pushing me to my back to straddle me. Her hands fumbling for my jeans between us.

  I break the kiss then. Breathing rapidly. My pulse shooting off through my veins. “That was all for you, angel. I didn’t do it expecting anything in return.”

  She pants along with me. “I know you didn’t, honey. But I want to.”

  God, the way that endearment rolls off her tongue.

  The way she’s looking above me right now. Hair wild.

  Skin flushed.

  Pussy wet.

  Lips swollen.

  Goddamn perfection. My angel on earth.

  “Baby—”

  “Please,” she pleads. “Let me touch you. I want to make you feel good, too.”

  How the fuck can I say no to that? I can’t. So I don’t.

  Letting go of her hands, I let her release the button and fly on my jeans, then lift my hips to help her pull them down. Boxers included.

  Her green eyes widen further when my dick springs free. Impossibly hard, the head an angry shade of red, with the tip already weeping.

  Anticipation thrums through my body. The blood rushing and pulsing through my veins straight to my dick.

  I’m practically shaking, the need I have for her palpable. Living and breathing.

  Lifting my shirt up my stomach, I take the hint and sit up to shed it before lying back down.

  Kennedy swallows slowly. Taking me all in. “You’re beautiful,” she whispers. A tentative hand reaches down to wrap around the base.

  I swear I’m gonna come out of my skin.

  Her uncertain touch turns to sure strokes as she works my dick, up and down. Twisting her hand and squeezing her fingers just so.

  Leaning down, straddling my legs, her plump lips wrap around the head, and I’m a fucking goner. Done.

  Obliterated.

  Owned.

  She takes me to the back of her throat, her small hand working the base

  “Jesus Christ, I’ve never felt anything as goddamn good as this…you. Fuck, angel.” My hips lifting slightly to get that much closer. Deeper.

  She swallows then. And I swear to Christ himself I go blind, deaf, and dumb.

  And I know I can’t hold back any longer.

  I practically growl, “‘Bout to come, baby.” Giving her warning.

  Hearing me, she just sucks harder. Takes me deeper. Wrecks me further.

  And I fucking explode as she takes every drop.

  Kennedy pulls away with a final lick to the head, and when I look down, I see that blush that does me in coating her cheeks. Bashful and shy after she just sucked me dry.

  “Goddamn, angel,” I pant, trying to catch the breath she stole straight from my lungs.

  “Was it okay?” she asks tentatively.

  “Was it…? Christ, baby. You had me near blacking out. Never felt anything so fucking good before in my life. Okay doesn’t even come close to cutting it.”

  She’s blushing still. Driving me wild.

  “Come here,” I rasp out, pulling her in close.

  Never wanting to let go.

  She settles onto me. Her bra-covered breasts to my naked chest. Our bare legs entwining above the now rumpled blankets.

  A content and satisfied sigh escapes her lips as she curls up on me.

  “Give me a truth,” I whisper once I catch my breath and we’re both comfortable.

  A few beats of silence separate my words and hers. “I never knew it could feel like this.”

  I CAN’T FOCUS ON SHIT. My thoughts running wild with flawless bare skin and luscious curves. All I can think about is the sound of Kennedy’s gasps and moans and how she fell apart at my fingers and tongue.

  And goddamn that woman, her hands and mouth ‘bout near killed me, too. I hadn’t been with anyone else since I first laid eyes on her a month ago. Hadn’t come with any help except from my right hand. So as soon as I gave in and she touched me, I almost exploded right then.

  I can still feel her soft hand stroking me, her warm mouth wrapped around my dick.

  The pencil I’m sketching with fumbles from my hand at the thought.

  Jesus goddamn Christ.

  “You alright over there, man?” Nash’s booming voice shakes me from my thoughts. But Ken
nedy isn’t far from my mind.

  “Fine,” I grunt. picking up my pencil and keeping my head down, getting back to work. This design of a clock face I’m working on for a client not going to finish itself.

  “Ah, I see.” I hear him mutter. “You’re all bent outta shape because you ain’t gettin’ what you’re used to from that girl of yours.”

  My head snaps up. “The fuck have I told you about talking about her like that?” On high alert and about to jump from my seat to knock the motherfucker out.

  “Chill, bro. Jeeze. Still touchy as shit when it comes to that angel of yours, huh?” The fucker smirks.

  Standing, I point my finger at him. “Watch it. Friend or not, I will lay you out for disrespecting her.”

  “Who’s disrespecting? Not me. I’m just pointing out that it’s been a month since you’ve been up to your old ways. Different lady every night. So one can only assume you’ve been going without since we all know the first time you laid your ugly ass on that beautiful woman that you’ve cut yourself off. Focusing all your time and attention on her. As she deserves. And she’s been making you work for it since day one. Something you ain’t used to.”

  I grunt out a noise that even I can’t decipher. “What’s your point?”

  “My point is that you’re grumpy as all hell, man. Muttering to yourself. Getting lost in dreamland. Fumbling about with normal shit you can handle in your sleep. Funny as hell to watch, but I’m worried about you, brother. Afraid you’re gonna combust if you don’t get down soon. If ya know what I mean?” He winks and smirks again. A chuckle rumbling under this breath.

  “Not that it’s any of your damn business, asshole. But that woman gives me more with a touch alone than all of those one-nighters could combined. She’s a damn dream. A fucking vision. Worth all the time in the world and I’ll give it to her. She’s been through more than someone as fucking perfect as her should go through. Shit, I’d fucking kill over. So if I have to wait, I will. And you’ll keep your goddamn mouth shut about it because no one talks, let alone thinks, about Kennedy putting out but me.”

  Nash sits there, a bit of shock etched on his face before a slow grin takes over. “Still can’t get over it. How shaken she has you. Blows my damn mind.”

  “Yeah, well, get the fuck over it. And get back to work while you’re at it.”