Tegan: Exotic Ink Series (Book Two)

by LS Anders

  He was giving off a vibe of aloofness she felt meant he needed some space, and she didn’t want to come off as being needy. For the love… she would spend every second of every day with him if she could. With his impending court date, she could understand if he might need some breathing room to deal with that ordeal.

  She remembered the turmoil of feelings she’d had over her first appointment with the divorce attorney just before Brent had died. Even though she had wanted to end their relationship, it hadn’t made the situation any less stressful.

  Nonetheless, she and Tegan had been having a lot of fun together, going to dinner and clubbing after work. He’d always see her safely home, kissing her goodnight before pushing her inside and making her lock herself in before he left her alone for the evening.

  They had never officially declared each other boyfriend/girlfriend. Besides, it seemed strange to think of Tegan as her boyfriend since he was a thirty-one-year-old man, and the term did sound rather juvenile. Even without the official labels, she was assuming they were a couple because of all the time they were spending together.

  Tegan never spoke about his pending divorce and Rayna never broached the subject, but her curiosity was at its peak. All she knew was he was due in Boston for a court appearance in a couple of days, but she wasn’t familiar with how the court system worked when you had a missing spouse. So, she was sitting in the dark trying to enjoy the time they were spending together while impatiently wringing her hands.

  None of her friends seemed to be available to share her concerns. She didn’t want to discuss anything with Callie, because she knew any conversation would end up in Vehn’s ear. Evana seemed to be having some sort of issue that she was keeping to herself, and Rayna didn’t want to bog her down any further with more bullshit.

  It had been so tempting to hash out everything about Tegan when her older sister, Lexi, had called the other day. She was ready to explode with unanswered questions, but never made mention of him, and her excitement was burning her tongue alive with wanting to tell her sister all about her new man.

  She managed to hold onto her secret, keeping her new relationship under the radar. Lexi still lived in their birthplace of San Diego and spoke regularly to their parents. She knew her sister wouldn’t purposely tell their mom about Tegan unless she wanted her to, but she didn’t want to risk a slip of the tongue.

  Her mom was extremely old-fashioned in her thinking and for Rayna to already be involved with someone after what her mother would consider to be such a short mourning period, would rock their already precarious bond.

  Becoming a tattoo artist and moving to NYC had nearly severed that relationship. The woman just couldn’t understand why her daughter would want to permanently mar her and other people’s skin with such trash.

  It was rather ironic that Lexi was the daughter that still lived near home, while she had sprouted wings and had flown the coop to do something completely against what her parents expected of her. Lexi was the bold one. Lexi was the one with the magnetic personality, the outgoing of the two. That’s why she was so good at her job in public relations. The woman could write her own ticket with the endless job offers that were always bombarding her.

  Dumping out the laundry basket on the foot of her bed, she sorted through the load of delicates that were fresh from the dryer. Feeling a little foolish, she fished around the lacy scraps, matching the panties to the tops. She had spent a small fortune at Victoria’s Secret on new under garments and a few sets to sleep in, more like garments that Tegan would appreciate before he removed them. After being caught in her serviceable bra and panties one too many times, it was time to retire the granny panties and boring bras.

  Digging the G-string out of her crack for the two millionth time today, she shimmied around trying to get used to the foreign feeling of having a constant presence jammed between her butt cheeks and refocused on her current dilemma… which sleep set to take with her tonight.

  The pink or the red?

  The pink was her favorite, but the red was naughty.

  Setting aside the pink, she folded the wispy bits of lace, her face flushing to match the material as she tucked Tegan’s crotchless surprise inside her overnight bag. She was alive with sensation over her own naughtiness and despite the foreign feeling of the thong that was driving her crazy, she couldn’t help but feel sexy wearing it.

  A giggle bubbled up in her throat. She was like a little girl being bad. It was so unlike her to buy sexy bra and panty sets.

  Heading out of her apartment, she couldn’t help but scan the faces on the bustling sidewalk and crowded subway platform. Wearing the scant undergarments made her feel like people were looking at her as if they knew she was hiding a dirty little secret underneath her modest spring dress. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Tegan’s face when he got a look at her new lingerie.

  Her cell let out a ping as she found a seat on the subway car that would carry her to Greenwich Village. Smiling to herself, Tegan would be meeting her at her stop and escorting her the rest of the way to Vehn’s.

  For the love… could the damn subway go any slower?

  Finally the doors slid open, and there he stood as promised. Every time she locked eyes on Tegan was like seeing her presents that had been left by Santa on Christmas morning for the first time.

  Her heart softened as she hugged him to her in greeting. Drinking in the sight of him as he took her overnight bag, a wave of wetness crashed into her. The man was sex on a stick in his simple black t-shirt and jeans.

  “What’s that?” Tegan nodded at the quilted insulated pie carrier she was still holding.

  “Oh, chocolate pecan pie for the cookout.”

  “That’s nice of you,” he nearly grinned.

  Melting from the warmth that bloomed in his glacial eyes, they began walking out of the subway station.

  She sidled closer as a group of rough looking men headed towards them. Normally she would have steered way clear of that group, but not with Tegan. They walked right through the middle of them. Parting like the Red Sea, the group avoided all eye contact. She even overheard one of the guy’s whisper, “Jesus fucking Christ,” as they passed.

  Tegan was a head taller and had a good seventy-five pounds or more of muscle on any of them. She was feeling a little small herself. Small but very, very safe.

  “What’s that like to not be afraid of anyone?” she asked, looking up at him in awe.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You didn’t even notice, did you? Those thug looking guys you just cleared a path through were avoiding you like the plague.”

  “Oh… pfft.” Tegan swatted his hand through the air. “That was just a group of kids.”

  “Kids, huh?” she snickered. “I would have walked a mile out of my way to steer clear of them.”

  Tegan raised a brow and pulled her closer into his side as they walked the remainder of the way to Vehn’s. “Then it’s a good thing you’re with me. I would never let anyone hurt you.”

  Rayna was looking up at him like he had just shit the sun, moon, and stars. With the amount of adoration she was pouring on him, it was a wonder he hadn’t sprouted a superhero cape out of his damn back.

  Not afraid of anyone?

  Pfft, he was terrified of her and the raw emotions that were overwhelming him. Not sure how to process all the feel good, heart-swelling joy he was rocking, he drew her closer, wrapping a protective arm around her as they continued down the sidewalk to Vehn’s. It was more difficult for her to peer up at him that way, and he needed some time to absorb all the tender affection she was blasting out, without her dove gray laser beams boring into his soul.

  “Wow, Callie said Vehn’s place used to be an old church. The architecture is amazing.” Rayna chattered away as she ooh’d and aah’d over Vehn’s building.

  “Wait until you see the inside,” Tegan remarked, pushing the up button once inside the elevator.

  “Callie said there’s a glass wall that ope
ns up to the terrace that has an outdoor kitchen!” she exclaimed.

  “He’s already got it open. Everybody’s already up there except Evana.”

  Opening the way for her, he glimpsed the same awestruck look plastered on her face that he’d had on his the first time he’d seen the place back in October.

  Vehn spotted her and waved from the terrace, then hurried over to greet her with an open smile and warm hug.

  The flood of jealousy was so unexpected, he nearly tore his best friend away from her. Vehn was an openly affectionate person like his mom, Caroline, always ready with a smile and a hug. That knowledge was the only thing that saved Vehn from being ripped to shreds, but didn’t stop Tegan from growling.

  Vehn simply raised a brow and chuckled.

  “I’m so glad you came. Do I smell chocolate?” Vehn asked, ignoring Tegan.

  “Yes, you do.”

  “What cha’ got in there, pretty girl?” Vehn smiled, leaning down to get a bigger whiff of the padded pie carrier. “You know you didn’t have to bring anything.”

  “It’s chocolate pecan pie. My mother told me when you’re invited to someone’s house to never show up empty handed.”

  “That sounds like our mom, huh, T?”

  He always appreciated the sentiment that Vehn never failed to include him as a real part of their family, even if he never felt that way about himself. Thanks to his own father, there was a permanent ravine in his heart, an open wound that was never going to heal no matter how much love was poured into it.

  “Yep, sounds just like Mama C,” Tegan agreed.

  “That’s what you call her?” Rayna looked at him adoringly.

  “Her name is Caroline. Tegan nicknamed her that, and she absolutely loves it,” Vehn smiled, cupping his hand and whispering to her. “You know, beneath all that hard-ass, bad attitude exterior lies a thick marshmallow filled center.”

  Tegan tried for a menacing look that only made Vehn smile and Rayna giggle.

  Callie came out of nowhere, expelling an exaggerated gasp. “Did I hear you say chocolate pecan pie?”

  Rayna laughed at her friend as she was divested of her pie carrier and pulled into the kitchen.

  Transfixed, Tegan looked on as Callie began giving her a tour of the upstairs. Still standing in the same spot holding Rayna’s overnight bag, the feel of Vehn’s eyes boring into him roused him from his hypnosis. “What the fuck are you lookin’ at?”

  “It’s written all over your face when you look at her,” Vehn remarked.

  “What?”

  “Dude, I knew you were in love with her.”

  “Pfft, mind your own business, and stop calling me dude or I’m gonna beat your ass.” Storming away, it pissed him off that Vehn had voiced what he couldn’t.

  Rayna was a magnet always drawing him towards her. As if she sensed him coming, she turned watching his approach. Callie didn’t miss a syllable, still chatting away, oblivious that she no longer held Rayna’s full attention.

  Leaning in close to her ear, “I’m gonna’ take your bag to my room and then go back down for a smoke.”

  Acknowledging him, she tried not to be rude to Callie mouthing, “Can I go with you?”

  Nodding his head, Tegan made his way over to the floating stairs. Rayna somehow broke away from Callie to join him. Tegan made a mental note to ask her how she managed to end a one-sided conversation with their ever-chatty co-worker.

  Setting her overnight bag in the chair next to the closet, his cock was painfully aware of her presence inside his personal space, and the fact that he hadn’t allowed himself out to play with her for a couple of weeks. He hadn’t done himself or her any favors by holding back his desires, he was beyond aching for her now.

  It had been his intention to throttle back on the intense emotional connection that had developed between them. He’d theorized that the less physical they were, the more manageable the emotional attachment would become. It hadn’t worked in the slightest. He wanted her now more than ever before and abstinence only seemed to intensify the feelings he had for her.

  “So, this is your room,” she said, looking mildly uncomfortable.

  “You don’t have to spend the night if you don’t want.”

  “No, I do want to. I just haven’t been in a man’s room since… a long time ago,” she admitted, inhaling deeply. “It smells like you.”

  Crossing over to her, he didn’t touch her as he met her toe to toe. Leaning his head down, he inhaled, drawing in her fragrance from the crook of her neck.

  “Really, and what do I smell like?” he asked, making her shiver as his goatee brushed against her delicate skin.

  “Really good.” She expelled a shuttering breath. “Like a combination of leather, cigarettes, and a musky spice.”

  Looking up at him, the lust in her eyes was not lost on him. If it wasn’t for the group of people gathered upstairs for the Easter bar-b-que, he would be removing her clothing and sinking his throbbing cock deep inside her. He had already fantasized about what he was going to do to her tonight, and it involved various pieces of furniture, in every position he could imagine.

  And, he could imagine quite a bit.

  Blatantly shifting his cock around in his worn-out jeans got him the response he was after. Rayna looked down, her gaze so completely focused on his hand gripping his shaft through the heavy material, that it felt like a physical caress. Moaning, she bit down on her bottom lip. The corner of his mouth twitched up in satisfaction.

  Fuck, she was as hot for him as he was for her, and the intentional celibacy had made it that much worse. He’d give his left nut to glimpse what she was imagining right now.

  “Sorry, Kitten. We need to save it for tonight. If I get you naked right now, we won’t be going back upstairs anytime soon.” Teasing her further, he gave her a show by running his palm over the rigid outline.

  A naughty smile played across her delicate features making him raise a brow.

  “I have a surprise for you, anyway,” she teased, turning her back and looking over her shoulder as she swayed over to the door. “And, it will take all night.”

  So focused on her swaying hips as she walked away from him, he didn’t notice her reaching for the hem of her spring dress until she had lifted the material to her waist revealing a lacy thong.

  “Holy fucking shit!” he cursed, rubbing a hand hard over his goatee.

  Fuck a bunch of waiting, he needed a taste of her now. Rushing past her, he shut and locked the bedroom door. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he lifted her dress to get up close and personal with that thong.

  Gasping, she threw out a hand, palming the wall for support as he caressed the narrow strip of lace at the apex of her thighs with his goatee. Nuzzling against her, he pushed the material into her feminine crevice, breathing in her sweet scent. Surrendering, she groaned and threw her head back when his tongue darted out and began French kissing her through the fabric.

  She was his for the taking.

  The dress came off easily over her head. Careful with her clothing, he hung the dress on the doorknob to his room. Her gray eyes were luminescent as she looked down at him kneeling before her. He would be leaving her in her strapless bra and high heeled sandals, though. Something about a half-naked woman with only her pussy exposed always turned him on more than anything else. And, his Rayna had the most beautiful feminine flesh he had ever seen.

  Turning her to face the wall, he smoothed his hands up her taut thighs and over the smoothness of her ass, his thumb brushing over the thin lace strip that disappeared between her cheeks.

  “Where did you get these?”

  “I went shopping,” she said so breathlessly, they barely qualified as words.

  “Did you, now. And, what else did you buy?” he questioned as his hand traveled between her thighs to cup her hot flesh. As she ground herself shamelessly against his exploration, he hooked his thumb under the lacy strip that covered her, moving the panties aside. He hissed as he expos
ed her swollen flesh. Slipping a finger inside, he was unable to control himself from teasing her. “What else did you buy, Rayna?”

  “It’s a surprise for later,” she groaned out a wobbly response.

  “Is that so?” He slipped another finger easily inside her glistening heat. He watched almost transfixed as his fingers glided in and out of her. Moisture began to drip down his hand as she flexed her hips in time with his inward thrusts. He wanted her pussy so bad, but he was determined to wait until tonight. Making her cum was his main goal.

  Time to shed the now soggy lace, she moaned out a protest as he slipped his fingers free. Sliding the satin strings over her hips, he only managed to free one side from the tangle they had become around her ankles on her strappy shoes.

  Her breathing was ragged as he pushed her legs farther apart to admire the glistening petals of her sex. Arching her back, he groaned at the view she created.

  “Please,” she whispered a plea.

  Placing his large hands on her cheeks, he spread her wide attacking her from behind. His nose was buried in her tight anus, his tongue buried deep inside licking the delicious walls of her silky pussy.

  Her back arched more giving him even greater access. Ignited by her desire, he pulled her back towards him so she was bent over at the waist with her hands braced against the wall. Nudging her feet even wider apart with his knees, he slipped his thumb inside her, moving it in and out, making sure it was fully lubricated before replacing it with his mouth and tongue.

  Rubbing his slippery thumb over the most virgin part of her, she made a sound of uncertainty and tensed her muscles. He kept up with the rubbing on her puckered flesh until she relaxed for him, sucking her clit hard into his mouth and rolling his tongue over the sensitive nub until she was moaning and panting.

  Time to make his move.

  Without changing the rhythm he had created on her pussy, he pressed his thumb harder against her tight opening until he pushed inside. She came instantly, jerking her hips back and moaning his name, but he was far from finished with her.

  He’d found a secret sweet spot, and he’d bet she had never been touched there before. Beginning a gentle rhythm with his thumb, he slid two fingers inside her sultry wetness, moving both hands in tandem.