Piece By Piece (The Ink Nation Series Book 1)

by Jennah Thornhill

  Our bodies are still joined together and I’m not ready to separate us just yet. My dick is still semi-hard and given a few minutes breather, I could easily go again. I’m not going to do that though. I’ve got to give her time to process what’s just occurred between us. Sure, she was screaming my name and she came like a fucking freight train. Yet, that doesn’t mean she hasn’t gone inside her own head and isn’t regretting it, now that it’s over.

  Lowering my face down into hers, I rub my nose along her slender one and kiss the tip of it.

  “That was out of this world, thank you for trusting me baby.”

  I brace my body up onto my hands, so I can see all of her glowing face and prepare myself for the freak out to happen.

  Just when I think she couldn’t knock me on my ass any more than she already has. She lifts her hand up to my face and cups my cheek, to which I turn and kiss her palm.

  “No, thank you. Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for considering my feelings in this and thank you for the fucking, amazing orgasms. You really do know how to make a woman happy, but most of all, thank you for loving me. When I’ve always convinced myself, I was unlovable.”

  She really has no idea how special she is to me.

  With one last quick kiss to the tip of her nose again, I pull back and out of her, she winces as I fall from her entrance.

  “Sorry.” I murmur.

  “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

  Getting up from the bed, I quickly dispose of the used condom into the trash can in my bathroom. Then I join her back on my bed and pull the comforter over both of our naked bodies.

  Running my hand along her hip, I pull her to me so that her back is pressed up against my chest and wrap both of my arms around her sexy as sin body. My semi-hard cock is now flying at full mast, resting against her ass cheeks, from where she’s wiggled closer to me.

  “Trey, I love you. I’d love nothing more than to do that all over again, but for now, can you please make my new toy go away for the moment. I think you may have broken my vagina.”

  Even after everything this woman had been through, she still manages to joke and make me laugh, like no-one ever as before.

  “Sorry, baby. It’s just I love your ass and so does he, apparently.”

  Rolling over in my arms so she’s now facing me, she kisses me and sighs.

  “If someone had told me six months ago, that I would be lying naked in a bed, after having sex with the hottest man in New York, I would have laughed at them and told them to fuck off. None of this was ever on the cards for me. I resided myself to the fact, I would die an old spinster, who had a litter of cats.”

  Caressing her hip and down to her thigh, I stroke up and down the soft skin. As we just lie there in each other’s arms and take each other in.

  She’s everything I thought I didn’t want.

  Didn’t need.

  Turns out, I want her and need her more than the air in my lungs and the blood that runs through my veins.

  The more I get to know about her, the more she captivates me and cements her place, further into my soul.

  I’d die for this woman.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Daisy

  Blinking my eyes open, I wake from one of the best night's sleep I’ve ever had. To the bright, New York sunshine, streaming in through the tall window, in Trey’s bedroom.

  When I’m able to focus properly, I can see that Trey isn’t in bed next to me. Spreading my arms out in front of me, his side of the bed is still warm, so I know he hasn’t been gone long.

  Rolling over onto my stomach, I inhale deeply and the scent of him on his pillow, fills my senses. Folding my arms under both of the pillows, I starfish my legs out under the comforter. Enjoying the pleasant ache, that’s between my thighs.

  I had sex last night and I enjoyed it. I wasn’t forced, I wasn’t made to just lie there and take it. Last night was about two people, showing each other that they love one another, with their bodies. That they have a bond, that’s now impossible to break.

  With another sigh of contentment and with my body buzzing with happiness, I lie in his bed and just be. That is until, I hear…

  “Morning, sleepy head. I brought you coffee and pancakes.”

  Sitting up with my back pressed against the leather headboard, I pull the sheet up against me, covering my breasts. I don’t know why but I suddenly feel self-conscious. Even though, not less than eight hours ago, he was going to town on my va-jay-jay, like it was his last meal. From under my lashes, I see him prowl towards the side of the bed, in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. His chest is bare and the pulsing between my legs makes an appearance. I want nothing more than to lick my tongue over each solid ridge, on his body.

  He places the tray that holds my coffee and food down onto the nightstand, before coming to sit next to me. As he does, he grips the sheet, pulling it away from my body.

  “I don’t want to ever catch you covering yourself up in front of me, do you hear?”

  There’s a scowl on his face, his brows are pulled together, and I know that by covering up, I’ve upset him. Taking my chin between his thumb and fingers, he looks straight into my eyes and continues…

  “Your body is fucking gorgeous. It’s also where you wear your scars, that say you survived a trauma, that no-one should come back from. Because that’s what you are, Pink. You’re a survivor, not a victim. Wear your scars loud and proud. Nobody will ever see you like this, this…”

  He gestures with his hand up and down my naked form.

  “It’s just for me, you’re mine and all this is for my eyes only. I won’t tolerate other men looking at you like you’re a piece of meat. Are we clear?”

  Holy shit.

  My mouth has gone dry and with my chin still gripped in his hold, all I can do is give a small nod.

  “Good.”

  Releasing me, he turns his body back to the nightstand and retrieves the breakfast, he has made me.

  “Now, I’m gonna be honest with you, I’m not the best cook, but I’m pretty sure even I can’t fuck up making pancakes.”

  We both chuckle as I take the mug of coffee and cradle it in between my hands and sip it, so I don’t burn my mouth.

  With a groan and moan on my part, Trey finally gets me to drag my butt from his bed, because we both have to be at the studio in just under thirty minutes. He has a client due in and I have to go over a custom piece for one of Levi’s clients, that’s coming in this morning.

  Not having any clean clothes here and with not having time to go back to my apartment to get some, I go sans panties...which is a first for me, I pull on my shorts from yesterday and put my bra on and the tee that Trey has given me to wear. It’s obviously too big for me, so I pull it tight just below my belly button putting a knot in the extra material. Before running my fingers through my knotted, pink hair and slipping my feet into my Converse, I look into the mirror. I see my reflection staring back at me, and for a quick moment I don’t recognize myself. My skin is glowing and there’s a sparkle in my eyes that I’ve never had before.

  “Breathtaking, if I do say so myself.”

  Spinning around, I see Trey leaning against the door jamb, his eyes trailing up and down my body, and if I’m not mistaken, desire as well. His arms are folded across his chest, making the muscles in his arms pop out even more. The material of his Ink Nation shirt, stretched to the point, I think it’s gonna burst at the seams. Even wearing clothes, this man has the ability to make me lose my mind and want him to take me again. Even though, I’m a little sore and tender.

  “Calm ya vagina, Pink. If you want me to, I’ll feast on your pussy later when we get back.”

  His power to read my mind surprises me, I really don’t know how he does it.

  “Come on, baby. Let’s go.”

  Standing to his full height, he drops his arms and holds his hand out for me to take.

  The morning goes
by quickly, the smile on my face has been permanently fixed in place.

  I’m sitting at the counter in my usual spot with my pencil in my hand, when the door opens and in walks three guys. They all look familiar, but I can’t quite place them. That is until they all stand in front of me and my brain finally kicks.

  Oh. My. Fucking. God.

  It’s the Syren boys.

  “Hi, there. We were told this was the best tattoo joint in New York. Any chance you can fit me and these two dickheads in?”

  The guy with the long dirty blonde hair, that I know to be Johnny Owen says. I’ve followed these guys since they started out, some of their music got me through some of the darkest times of my life.

  For three guys from London, their lives have been spread across every newspaper and magazine around the world. Over the years, I’ve been a slave to the headlines myself and got sucked in by them.

  I don’t speak straight away, I’m starstruck by what I’m seeing and who’s actually speaking to me right now.

  Deciding I can’t stay mute forever, I pull myself together and wet my now dry lips with my tongue, before I speak.

  “Ermm, h… hi. I’m Daisy, just let me go see if the guys in the back can squeeze you in.”

  “Thank you, Daisy. We appreciate it.” Connor the lead singer drawls, in his heavy British accent.

  Sliding down from my stool, I turn my back on the three gods and mouth a wow to myself, as I go and speak to Trey and the guys.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Trey

  After spending the morning with Pink, looking radiant after our night together, we head to the studio together. I can’t get the image of her wearing my t-shirt out of my head. Even though she’s just through the archway and I can go look at her whenever I want to. I’ve not been able to move from my seat for the past two hours. I’ve been doing a full leg on another one of my regulars and I’ve not taken a break yet.

  When I have about ten minutes left of work to do on it, I hear the door to the studio open and voices coming from the other side of the wall.

  Me, Zak, Smith and Levi all look to one another, confusion etched on all our faces.

  “I’m not expecting anyone, my next client isn’t due for another hour or so.” Zak says followed by Smith and Levi who say something similar.

  They all finished their morning clients before me today. I’ve taken my time, because I haven’t been able to concentrate for shit. All I’ve thought about is throwing Pink over my shoulder and locking her in my bedroom, whilst I devoured her.

  Moments later, Pink comes and stands in the archway with a dumbfounded look on her face. Putting the tattoo gun down that’s in my hand, I turn to Ryan. Who’s currently lying back in the chair I use for clients, in front of me. With his leg exposed, I excuse myself for a second. Going over to Pink, I place my still latex gloved hands on her shoulders.

  “Baby, is everything okay?”

  “Erm, yeah. We’ve got a walk-in and you’re never gonna guess who it is.”

  Raising my eyebrows expectantly, waiting for her to tell me.

  “Trey, it’s the Syren boys,” she whispers.

  Not having a clue who she’s talking about at first, I pull her to my chest and lean her back. So, I can look over her shoulder into the waiting area.

  Fuck me, she’s right. It is them.

  “What’s going on dickweed?” Zak asks, as he comes up behind me and looks around the two of us.

  “I… is that who I fucking thinking it is?” He asks stunned. “What do they want?”

  He aims his next question at Pink, as she pulls free from my hold on her.

  “They want to know if you guys can fit them in, apparently someone told them this was the best tattoo studio in the city.”

  Excitement bubbles up inside of me, as I look to Zak, who’s now joined by Smith and Levi. All of them looking at me as if I’d be crazy to say no to them.

  Giving them all a curt nod, I slide past Pink and head out to the waiting area, to where all three of them are sitting on the couch. Ripping my gloves off my hands, I shove them into the pockets of my jeans, as I reach them. They all stand from the couch, when they see me approaching.

  “Hi, I’m Trey, I own this place. It’s great to meet you guys.”

  Holding out my hand one, of them takes it and shakes it as he introduces himself.

  “Hey, I’m Johnny and these two fuckers are Connor and Liam...”

  Of course, I already know all their names, this band is known worldwide. After introductions have been made, Liam asks.

  “So, we know this is sort of last minute and we have just literally dropped in, but we don’t suppose you have space for us. It’s just we’ve only got today free, before we fly out to LA in the morning. We were informed that this place is the place to be, if you want ink in New York City.”

  Knowing I’ll get my ass kicked by the three assholes, that I know are standing in the archway, watching me if I said no, I tell them…

  “Of course, we can. I’m just about nearly finished with a client. If you don’t want to wait, then I can get Zak, Smith and Levi to do whatever you want doing. They’re all pretty amazing at what they do.”

  I lower my voice at the last bit, I don’t want their heads getting too big.

  “Yeah, that’s cool with us. We just want something like this doing…” Connor says as he pulls a piece of paper from his back pocket. “It’s just a little something for us to remember our band mate.”

  Argh, he’s on about Max.

  I read somewhere that he was killed by his own father.

  Such a waste of talent.

  Handing me the drawing, I see the script:

  Brothers by choice, not by blood. Gone, but never forgotten, brother.

  With a guitar pick under it and the initial M in the middle of it.

  “Sure, we can do this. Do you want to come through to the back and we’ll get you set up?”

  “That would be great, thanks for doing this mate. We appreciate it.”

  Connor gives me a slap on the shoulder, as I lead them through and to the gawking idiots, who look like they’re gonna piss their pants any second now.

  The last hour has flown by, it’s been surreal as well. Never in a million years did I ever think that the Syren guys, would visit my tattoo studio.

  We’ve all laughed, joked and busted each other’s balls, as if we’ve known each other for forever. Pink ran out and got us all some coffee, when she finally picked her jaw up off the floor. I can’t blame her, if I was batting for the other team and didn’t have a girlfriend, that I thought the world of, then I’m one hundred percent certain, I’d let either one of those guys blow me.

  When all their tattoos are finished, I get Pink to snap a quick picture of their ink. Then she asks for one of us all together, before they get the inside of their arms wrapped up in saran wrap.

  The guys have been totally awesome and as they leave, we all shake hands and give each other fist bumps. With Connor’s final words being, ‘that the next time they’re in town they will come back for some more ink.’

  Of course, Pink’s drooling like a fucking teenager next to me. The three jizz stains, who are on the other side of me, look like they’re about to piss themselves with excitement.

  The door to the studio finally closes behind them and we all start whooping and jumping up and down. I mean it’s not every day, you can say that the best band to come out of England, turns up wanting a tattoo from you.

  “Shit me, we so have to go out and celebrate today's turn of events.” Zak declares, with a smile so big on his face, it looks like his cheeks may just crack.

  “Fuck yes. Finding me some pussy to slide into, would be the perfect ending to a fan-fucking-tastic day.” Levi agrees enthusiastically.

  They’re right, ending the day with beers and loud music will be just the icing on the cake. Turning to Pink, I look at her.

  “I don�
��t have to go; I can stay home with you.”

  A round of fake coughs sound out behind me with, a round of comments.

  “Pussy whipped.”

  “Daisy’s bitch.”

  “Someone gives him his balls back.”

  I shake my head at the fuckers, who are my best friends and see that Pink is smiling. It’s the one that I love so much, it lights up her entire face and makes her eyes sparkle.

  “Are you nuts, I may not be the biggest fan of bars, but fuck it. We’re all going, I’m even going to give Zoe a call and get her to come along with us.”

  Pride warms me at how strong she is, that she is willing to put herself out of her comfort zone and come with us.

  Scooping her up off her feet, I lay my mouth on hers and kiss the shit out of her.

  “I, fucking love you.” I tell her against her lips.

  Lowering her back to the floor and onto her feet, she quickly scurries off to call Zoe. Just before she’s out of my reach, I give her ass a slap, to which she gives me the finger over her shoulder.

  Turning to the guys, I burst out laughing when I see Zak has gone deathly, white color.

  “Dude, are you okay?” I manage to squeeze out in between laughing.

  “Zoe’s coming? Seriously? How the hell am I supposed to get my fuck on, with some random pussy. If the hottest woman in New York is tagging along? This can’t be happening.”

  He stomps off with his head in his hands, mumbling something about how life’s just fucking great.

  Smith and Levi all look to me as if to ask what the fuck just happened. Only, I don’t have the answer they’re looking for; Zak is one on his own. Getting him to tell me shit, is like pulling fucking teeth out. Painful and hard fucking work.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Daisy

  My mind has officially been blown.

  I got to hang out with the Syren guys and now I’ve agreed to go out drinking in a bar, with Trey and his friends, that are his family.