“Shit. That’s true,” he smiles, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess it’s a good thing you know better, then. I can be a real dick to work for.”
“Now, that’s true.”
“Watch it. Thought I told you to scram?”
“Aye, aye, Captain!” she salutes, before leaning down behind the counter to grab her things. “You two lovebirds have a good night. Can’t wait to see pics, Kami. Give him hell if he hurts you, he’s really not very good,” Becks teases as she rounds the counter. Keat rolls his eyes and I wave, the biggest smile on my face ever, and Becks gives me a thumbs up before walking out the door. Keaton entwines my hand in his and pulls me to the door so he can lock up.
We’re standing face to face, and my eyes trail across his broad chest, showcased today in a snug-fitting “The Clash” T, before drifting down to admire those colourful tattooed arms of his that make me weak in the knees. Keaton drops my hand in favour of curling his arm around my waist and bringing me in close. He burrows his face deep into my neck like always. “Hey, baby. Fuck me, you smell sweet. Missed you.”
“Hi,” I whisper, my heart suddenly beating overtime at not only the fact that I’m getting my first tattoo tonight, but that it’s going to be done by him. Simply put, Keaton Hatfield affects me in any situation. “Missed you more,” I say, as his eyes roam down to where I know he can see his effect on me from the way my nipples are hardening underneath my thin, blue sleeveless top.
He licks his lips, then pushes his mouth against mine. He tastes like spearmint. My arms instinctively snake around his neck, deepening the kiss.
“You sure?” he asks, once we separate.
“More than. Absolutely positive.”
“Good, let’s do this,” he says, dropping a kiss on my forehead, and taking my hand in his again before leading us down the hall to his room. “First, I’ll need to see your mockup, then we’ll talk about options, then I’ll sketch something out. We’ll go over your vision, and we can make any tweaks you want,” Keaton says, taking a seat in his black leather chair after guiding me to sit with my legs hanging off his InkBed. “’K, hit me. Let’s see what I’m up against,” Keaton says, and I feel suddenly nervous. Maybe my tattoo is stupid, and he’s been right all along, and I’ll regret it.
Instead of responding, I sit and stare.
“Kam?”
“Sorry. Er, I…why now, Keaton? Why today?” I ask, needing a minute. He nods, giving me what I need as he sits back, crossing one jean-clad ankle over the other.
“Because today you came in as you. It’s all I wanted. I wanted to tattoo the girl who I knew was ready. The girl who would have fought me if I hadn’t given her what she wanted. I wanted to ink my Hellcat.”
And just like that, I get it. I’d spent so much time trying to not be the real me with Keaton that he was worried it was all just a game, and not something I was certain about.
“You know,” I say, cocking my head to one side, “you’re lucky I love you, right?”
“Well aware,” Keat says, rolling his chair over. He starts rubbing his hands up and down my bare legs. “Fuck, I love summer.” He places a soft kiss on top of each of my knees, making me giggle. And this is why it needed to be Keat, with his uncanny ability to calm me down, and keep me grounded and validated.
“It’s Latin script,” I say, digging my phone out of my bag and pulling up the words before handing it to him.
“‘Esse incipio, incipere’,” he reads aloud.
“To begin, begin,” I share. “I’d like it on my right hip,” I add, and I hear a small growl, so I know he at least likes my choice of placement.
“It’s perfect for you, baby,” Keat says, smiling up at me. And it feels like a victory, not because I’d change it if he didn’t like it, but because Keaton isn’t a bullshitter so I know he means it. I know it must really suit me if he agrees. “What’s going with it, if anything?”
I chew on my thumbnail. This might be the part of my request he refuses, the one part he may disagree with.
“I was hoping you’d surprise me. I want a part of you, with a part of me,” I say, so low I’m not sure he hears me.
“Kami, look at me.”
I do.
“I’d be honoured. I think I have the perfect idea. Give me fifteen minutes. Thirty, tops,” he says, standing, seeming just as excited as me. He kisses my head, then ducks out the room. “I’ll be back. Try and relax.”
After losing myself in social media for who knows how long, Keaton finally returns, stencil in hand.
“Can I see?”
“No. You’ll just have to trust me. Kami, I’m going to need you to lay back down on the chair, and pull your shorts and panties down,” Keaton says, swallowing.
I decide to do one better. Standing, I make a show of removing my short shorts, leaving myself in a pair of lilac panties.
“Fuck. Never tattooed with a hard-on before,” he says, and I laugh nervously. “Sure as hell didn’t think this through.” Keat shakes his head and motions for me to lay down while he finishes setting up and putting gloves on. “Better not tell anyone it’s mine when I fuck it up,” he grins, rolling his chair in close.
He turns the iron on. A buzzing sound fills the space, and Keaton directs me to “leave your damn shirt on, but pull it up some,” making me laugh again and putting me at ease.
“I’m so excited!” I say, for the third time today, relieved when he makes the first pass and it doesn’t make me scream out loud. It simply feels like a constant itch, one I know I can’t scratch.
“You and me both,” he says, shaking his head.
I want to laugh again, but to be honest, I’m still a little too terrified to move.
49
You’ll Always Be My Hellcat
Keaton
In all of my career, I’ve never had to concentrate so hard on a tattoo as I am right now. That the girl of my dreams is half naked under my iron, trusting me not to mar her beautiful skin, is a trip.
“How’s it looking?” Kami asks, a touch of strain lacing her voice now that I’m doing some shading. The script itself didn’t seem to faze her and was mercifully quick to do. It’s the designs I’m adding that appear to be making her gasp when I hit certain places.
“Perfect. It suits you, Kam.”
I meet her big hazel eyes and feel a pang in my chest, knowing she’s mine, and that she wanted her tattoo to include the way I saw her.
“Can’t wait to see it.”
“Don’t look. Almost done.”
I switch out the purple I’d just used for a pale pink I plan on adding in around the black script to make it pop. And before I know it, I’m done.
I remove my foot from the pedal, turning the iron off, and wipe Kam’s hip a couple of times with green soap and a paper towel to clean the area before snapping off my gloves. I toss them into the trash bag, and reach for Kami’s hand to help her stand, making sure she’s steady on her feet.
“Ready?” I ask her.
“More than.”
I kiss her cheek, and walk her over to the full-length mirror.
I’m nervous. What if she hates it? A part of me has always been reluctant to tattoo Kami because I didn’t want her to regret it. Not only that, I also didn’t want her to hate what I feel I do best. Or did best, ’cause honestly, I love Kami Sutherland pretty fucking good if you ask me.
“This is how I see you, Kami. Elegance, grace, soft curves, supportive. Like strong, vibrant colours all wrapped up and entangled in the shell of one of the kindest and most beautiful souls I know. I hope you love it,” I say, shifting in behind her, and laying a kiss on her exposed shoulder.
Her firm ass brushes up against my cock when she gives a little jump and a squeal. She covers her mouth and steps in as close as she can get to the mirror for a better look. Her eyes well up with tears.
“It’s stunning, Keaton. I don’t even know what to say. It’s everything I imagined in my wildest dreams!” Kam says, bending and tw
isting. Shit, she’s cute, as she tries to get the best view of the Latin script I’ve inked with a bunch of uniquely-coloured wildflowers woven throughout.
“I’m glad you like it.” My voice sounds husky, even to me. I can’t help it. Kami is standing in front of the mirror in tiny panties and a barely-there top, also now wearing my art. I can’t keep my eyes off her. I wonder if there’ll ever be a time when I don’t crave this girl?
“Keat?” Her eyes meet mine in the mirror and I know she’s found it.
“Had to.” My voice comes out hoarse.
“I’m so happy you did. It’s us,” she says, wiping a tear from her eye. Her eyes dart back down to where I’ve hidden the small paw print amongst the flowers, to serve as a reminder of how hard I love my Hellcat.
“Kami?”
“Yeah?” she says, almost prowling over to me, as if she can read my thoughts.
Taking her face in my hands, I draw her in close, and whisper. “I’m going to need you to go back over to my chair. Lean over it with your ass up, hands braced on the leather.”
“God, yes.” Her pupils dilate with want.
I turn. “Drop those panties, and spread your gorgeous legs for me. Let me see that pretty pussy,” I say, and she moans while doing it. “Shit, you look good like this. Bent over and waiting for me,” I say, toeing off my shoes and removing my jeans and T, leaving me in only my black boxers. I walk over to her, leaning my now-bare chest against her back, and start to run my hands down the sides of her ribs, then around to her chest. “We need this off,” I say, tugging on her blue top, and she complies. Shifting up, she rips it off over her head along with her bra.
I can feel Kam’s body start to tremble when I drop soft kisses and run my tongue along her spine.
“Oh god, Keat.”
She pushes her ass out to meet my hardness, the friction of her ass against my boxers driving us both wild. Chests heaving, skin touching, we rock back and forth letting the flame build to a fire, before we’re both panting, so fucking close to exploding. Everything fades around me; all I can hear, see, and smell is Kam.
“Brace yourself, baby. You think you can take me like this?” I ask, nipping at her neck.
She nods hard, telling me yes, and I see her spread her arms further apart, readying herself, knowing what’s coming, the small adjustment giving her ass slightly more height, her back now arched so perfectly. I can see the way her tits are swaying with each heavy breath she’s taking, as anticipation kicks in.
“Fucking gorgeous.” I reach around and pull at the barbells.
“Please. Please, Keat. Now.”
“You want me, baby?”
“So bad.”
I hear the tremor in her voice, and I can’t hold out any longer.
Shucking off my boxers, I glide one finger then two down along the lips of her pussy, loving how ready she is for me, before I dip one inside. We stand there, her back to my chest, my finger moving in and out, lost to each other for what seems like forever.
“Keat. I need more,” Kami pleads.
I remove my finger, bring it up to my mouth, and suck. “Your smell and taste is fucking incredible,” I say, breathless and amped up, ready to go. “Ready?”
“Keat. Fuck me already.” She looks over her shoulder, pouting, and I reward her by shifting my hand between us, fisting my cock and dragging it through her wetness a few times, before positioning myself at her entrance.
“Almost there, baby,” I say, jerking my dick up and down, coating myself in her, getting us close, but not nearly close enough.
“Fuuuuckkk.” It’s a frustrated sigh. I reach around to rub her clit, working her back up, bringing her close, but not letting her fall yet. “Pleeaasseee,” she cries out, starting to move her hips to show me how greedy she is for my cock. She melts into my touch when I lean back over her body, placing soft kisses on her shoulders, my hands overtop hers on the chair.
I let out a groan when I finally allow myself to slip deep inside the tightest, sweetest pussy in existence. I hum each and every time I plunge my cock inside her, over and over, loving how she moans and meets me thrust for thrust. Our bodies become slick, the small room filled with the sounds of us.
“You feel like heaven,” I grit, nipping her shoulder. We’re both close. I can feel it.
“Faster, ahhh, there, Keat, right there. Stay right there.” And I do, tipping her over the edge, then me.
“That’s it, Kam. Milk it all out of me, baby. God, I love it when you clench your tight pussy around me like that,” I growl when she can’t stop moving, making my dick stay hard.
“Keaton!” Kam yells, falling forward, folding her body onto the InkBed as a second orgasm sneaks in. “Damn. Cockboom, every time,” I’m pretty sure I hear Kami muse, her body spent. She starts to laugh and giggle, her small frame shaking she’s laughing so hard. And I have no idea what the hell’s so funny.
“So good. Always so, so good,” Kam whispers, reaching for me, pulling me down to cover her. We lay like that, half on the chair, half off, for what feels like hours, and I’ve never been so found with someone as I am with Kami. I’m the opposite of lost when I’m with her. Kami Sutherland is the other half of my being.
I almost fall off the chair when she finally tells me about the “Cockboom”, and how Jane’s been insisting for years it was all Kami ever really needed. We kiss, and cuddle, and I fall more deeply in love with my sister’s best friend.
Later, when we’re packing up to leave, I hold her close to me, hugging her and peppering her face and neck with kisses, and proceed to tell her how lucky she is.
“Are you aware how lucky you are? I happen to have an endless supply of cock in my arsenal, ready to make you boom whenever you want it. Think of me as your personal Cockboom factory,” I smirk, wiggling my eyebrows up and down for effect.
“Such a guy.” She taps my chest, laughing. “But I know one thing for sure,” Kam says raising onto her tiptoes, “I am the luckiest,” and brushes her lips with mine. “’K, two things. Know that I’m totally going to take you up on your offer, Stud Muffin, and yes, I’m definitely lucky, lucky, lucky to have the only key to the Cockboom factory.”
She winks then saunters past me toward the door, her hips swaying purposely, and I break out laughing.
“I fucking love you, Kami Sutherland,” I call after her.
“Right?” she hollers back. “Took ya long enough,” she says, walking out the door. I shake my head, and smile after her.
She’s right, it had taken way too long, but now I know.
I grab my bag and catch up to her, stopping her in the small hallway.
“But we’re here now,” I whisper, kissing her forehead as she laces her hand with mine.
And I’m never letting you go.
Epilogue
Kami
7 months later
Me: I forgot the eggs! Can you grab some, pls???
I shake my head and hit send. Looking down at all the other ingredients laid out on the counter of Keaton’s kitchen, I smile. Our kitchen.
Keaton and I have been living together for the past four months, and it’s one of the best decisions we’ve made. Letting our inhibitions go and our walls to fully crumble at each other’s feet, we’ve allowed our love to envelop us.
We know we’re there to keep one another safe and warm, and so our love has only grown deeper. I know with 100 percent certainty that if I were to fall, Keaton would be there, trying his best to catch me before I hit the ground. And if he couldn’t catch me, I know he’d at least be there to soften the blow. Keaton Hatfield will never let me shatter, and this I know deep within the marrow of my bones. And I believe I’ve proven to Keaton that he can trust me to do the same for him. Because I would.
Ping!
My phone goes off, bringing me back from my reverie. I pick it up. It’s Keaton, of course.
Keaton: Who forgets the eggs when making French Toast Bake?
“Right?” I laugh at myself.
>
Me: I know! I don’t even have a witty retort. I insisted I’d bring it! LOL
Keaton: Good thing I’m amazing, and I noticed before I left.
This incredibly observant man.
Me: Thank you. Think they’ll be excited?
Keaton: Doesn’t matter. I’m excited.
Me: Things are going to change. Some things, a lot.
I chew on my lip and think of all the truth behind that statement.
Keaton: Kam…
Me: Yeah?
Keaton: When you say shit like that…
Really? I can’t hide my laugh. Only Keaton.
Me: What?
Keaton: The images I get. Makes me wanna do stupid things.
I grin. God, I’m so in love with this human.
Me: To me?
I play along like so many times before.
Keaton: Always to you. Stupidly special things.
Me: Even when I get fat and cranky?
Keaton: Jesus, Kam, you’re gonna kill me. You know I love my feisty Hellcat.
The real mission behind his errands this morning pops into my mind, interrupting our banter. It was the most important thing we needed.
Me: Did you get it?
Keaton: You’re gonna get it.
I giggle, knowing he’s not lying. I’m 16 weeks pregnant, and Keaton can’t keep his hands off me. If I thought he loved my body before? I was surely mistaken.
Me: Keat? Did you?
Keaton: Of course I got it!
Me: Show me!!!
I need to see it before I can believe it. I facepalm when I see his reply. Of course, the man brings it back to sex.
Keaton: Oh, I plan on it. I know you like it, but that’s a lot of excitement. You’re good for my ego, Ms. Sutherland.
Me: Just show me. I need to make sure it’s perfect.
Keaton: Oh, it’s stellar.
Me: Keat. It really is, now show meeeeeeeee.
Keaton: Love it when you beg.
Attachment sent.
I open the picture, and gasp. It’s brilliant, Keaton’s mom is going to flip. We’re heading to the Hatfield’s for brunch tomorrow and everything needs to be perfect. We’ve carefully selected a little gift for each of the grandparents and aunts and soon-to-be-uncles, but Katie’s took some time to find. We wanted to add to the collection Keaton had been growing for her over the years. We were having a hard time finding the right one, but now I think we’ve got it.
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