Tattooed Hearts

by Jessie Cooke

  “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he pulled out of our kiss and bent at the waist. He captured one of my nipples between his teeth and then used his tongue to torture it wildly. I was groaning and moaning and grunting…I was loud and slightly embarrassed, but Jesus, everything he was doing felt so damned good. He moved to the other breast and licked a perfect circle around that nipple with his tongue. It was hard as a rock. I felt him give it a tug between his teeth and whisper “Fuck” under his breath before once again taking hold of my back and swinging me around so that I was over the top of the bed. He kissed me on the way down as he lowered me onto his mattress and then he straddled me with his thighs. Looking down at my face he said, “Are you sure? We can wait if you want to. I just love you, no matter what.”

  I nodded. “I’m sure, and I love you no matter what too.” I reached for his belt and unhooked it. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He stood up and I was treated to the sight of him sliding them down over those long, sexy legs with muscles as hard and toned as the ones in his arms and chest. He took his boxers down with them and I watched with my mouth watering as the most beautiful cock I’d ever laid eyes on sprang out. He was rock hard and long and thick, and suddenly the world stopped. Nothing would ever matter again until I had him inside of me.

  He unhooked my pants and then slid them down and off of me. Then he climbed back on top of me, took both of my hands in his and pushed them up over my head. He sat straight up again, straddling me and letting his fingers trace the outline of my hairline and my jaw and lips and cheeks…it was so sexy, especially with his gorgeous eyes staring down at me while he touched me. I tried to reach up and touch him but he pushed my hands back up and continued his light finger touches down over my neck and across my collarbone. I shivered and felt the gooseflesh rise on my arms. He moved his fingers down across my swollen nipples, and I arched my back up off the bed while he traced them and lightly twisted them. God, it felt so good. His fingers lightly danced across my abdomen and then the top of my pelvis. I lifted my hips up off the bed. I wanted him to touch me. I was dying for him to touch me.

  His fingers moved down lower and I felt him slide them across the top of my mound before at last dipping down between my legs. He dropped one finger and let it slide along the lips of my soaking-wet pussy. He shifted his weight so that he could get a better angle. His erection was now pressing into my leg. I had to touch it. I reached down and wrapped both of my hands around it. I heard him moan and he tipped his gorgeous head back and closed his eyes while I stroked. His fingers didn’t miss a beat either. They were playing my pussy like a finely tuned instrument, and I was already considering an orgasm. I wanted him inside me…now.

  “Please, Noah…”

  With his fingers still in my pussy he said, “Please what, baby?”

  “Please, I need you inside me.”

  He slid one finger inside my pussy and I saw him close his eyes again like he was savoring the feeling. He moved it around and I moaned. “Like that, baby?”

  “More.”

  He slid in a second finger and the walls of my pussy closed around them. He wiggled that one finger again and said, “Better?”

  “Mm-hmm…but I want more. I want your cock, buried inside me.” I could barely breathe but when he put his arm underneath me and brought me up to his lips I didn’t care. I’d give up all my oxygen now and in the future for the feeling he gave me with his lips. As he held me close and kissed me I could feel his heartbeat once more. I loved the way it felt when it pounded against my chest. Everything he was doing and everything I was feeling culminated in an insatiable need. I ached for him to fill me up. “Please…”

  He broke the kiss and smiled. I thought he was finally going to give me what I want. Sliding down my body he stopped at my stomach and pressed his lips into me. I put my hands on the sides of his head in anticipation of where he was going. He was so sexy to watch. I watched his tongue swirl circles against my flesh and around my belly button before he was licking across the top of my mound, causing my body to jerk and convulse. When his tongue made contact with my clit I almost shot off the bed. He used his hand to hold me in place, and he let his tongue began teasing and licking and lapping across it slowly and tortuously. I was writhing, and I had to let go of his head and grip onto the bed to keep from wiggling right off. He used his arms to push my legs open wider and then he ran his tongue along the length of my slit…up and down, up and down, languidly licking at me and occasionally stopping to suck at my clit or let his tongue slide up inside me. Finally, he pressed a finger up inside me and then a second and as my walls stretched around them he began moving them in and out of me while still tonguing my clit. “Oh my God!” It was all I could say. “Oh my God! Noah!” He fucked me with two fingers while his tongue made slow, sensual love to my pulsating clit. I was sweating and my hips and pelvis were rocking up and down to match his movement. He curled his fingers and hit my G-spot and I cried out, loudly. I gripped the quilt and literally screamed as the orgasm crashed down around me. As I was still in the midst of ecstasy he moved up and took his hard cock in his hand. I’d never been penetrated in the throes of an orgasm before. It was the most incredibly mind-blowing experience I’ve ever had. It was almost too much stimulation. He sunk his entire thick cock into me as far as it would go and then he just held it there until I finished coming. “Noah! Fuck!”

  He grinned and his dimples creased and then he began to move in and out of me. I’d never felt so full and I’d never felt so good, and when he looked into my eyes, I’d never felt so loved. He put a hand on either side of my head and rose up so that he could pound down into me harder and faster. Little beads of sweat rolled off his sexy body and splashed down on my chest. He was grunting and moaning and already leading me toward a second orgasm. When I felt myself slipping over the edge I gripped down tightly on his shoulders and said, “Come with me, Noah. Come for me, baby…” His eyes were glazed over and he moved faster and slammed into me harder. Each long stroke he took allowed the head of his cock to rub across the tip of my clit each time he pulled back. It was fucking incredible. It felt right. Nothing had ever felt so right. I felt him grab my hips in both of his big hands and pull me up off the bed. He shoved himself into me one last time and then he held me down on him as he reached his climax. He circled his hips as he came and I could feel the silky warm liquid running down between my thighs. When he stopped moving he collapsed down on top of me. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. It was like having a weight on my chest…and I didn’t care. If he’d never moved, I wouldn’t have cared. I would have lain like that forever.

  He realized he was crushing my ribcage eventually and slid off me. Once he was on his side he pulled me into him and held me, the whole time whispering in my ear, “I love you, Megan. I love you, I love you, I love you.” I’d never been so happy.

  9

  Two Months Later

  I sat in the lobby of the doctor’s office trying to concentrate on the magazine I was holding, but it was impossible. Here I was again, waiting for news that might or might not change my life. I didn’t want my life to change. Noah and I were growing closer every day. Our lives were taking shape in a way that neither of us had ever dreamed. Noah quit having the underground fights at his place in Connecticut. Instead he had bought a warehouse and he was transforming it into a gym. He’d gotten in touch with some of his old sponsors and he was trying to slowly gain back the reputation he had as a professional before his life fell apart. His plan was to start training MMA fighters while also opening the gym up to kids and teens that wanted to learn how to box or just need a place to go and get off the streets.

  It hadn’t been easy to get away from both him and Lillie today. Lillie finally said yes to Dalton’s proposal and she also agreed to move in with him while they planned the wedding. She was moving today, and I’d asked Patty to work so that I could help her…and then the doctor had called. He wouldn’t tell me anything over the phone, and since he’d
told me the last two MRIs were clear without making me come in, that scared me. I didn’t want to throw a wrench in Lillie’s works so instead of telling her I was going to the doctor, where she would insist on going with me, I told her Noah needed my help today.

  I told Noah that Lillie needed me. It wasn’t that I wouldn’t tell either of them exactly what the doctor might say today…it was just that I wanted some time to absorb it myself before I had to do that.

  I think I’ve grown strong enough that I can handle whatever comes my way. I love my life and I don’t want to have to leave it, but if I do have to go at least I’ll go knowing how loved I was. What scares me the most is the pain Lillie and Noah will feel if it happens. Lillie has finally stopped hovering around me and holding her breath each time I take a Tylenol. She’s planning a wedding…she does not need to go through this all over again.

  My sweet Noah has asked me to move in with him. He talks about us getting married in the future and having babies. He’s always telling me how gorgeous our kids would be. There was a chance, from the chemo they used and the radiation dosage I received, that I wouldn’t be able to conceive. I told Noah that. I didn’t think it was fair not to. His response was:

  “Well, we’ll try. That’s the fun part. If it doesn’t happen, we can adopt, right?”

  “Right,” I’d said with a smile. I’d love nothing more than to have his baby. I’d also like to know for sure if I am able to conceive or not, so the last time I came in I’d asked for a referral for a fertility doctor. They’d taken samples and run tests, but I had yet to hear back from them. I fantasized about telling Noah that the doctor told me I was fine and I’d be able to get pregnant.

  Now that didn’t seem as important as telling him that I’m fine and the MRI was clear. He has our lives mapped out in his head, and knowing my stubborn man I can’t see him starting over again if something happens to me. He’s already lived through so much loss that I honestly don’t know if he could handle not only losing me but his dreams of a family as well.

  “Megan?” I looked up at the sound of the voice. The young receptionist was standing a few feet in front of me holding my chart in her hands. “Doctor is ready for you.”

  “Thank you.” I followed her in the back. Since I was just here to talk I was allowed to pass the scale and blood pressure cuff and all of those things I’d have to reacquaint myself with if the cancer was back. The receptionist tapped on the doctor’s door.

  “Come in.” She opened the door for me and I stepped inside. Dr. Wyatt smiled and stood up and reached out his hand. I hadn’t actually seen him in a while…lately we’d done this all on the phone.

  “Look at you, Megan! You look fantastic.”

  I shook his hand and forced a nervous smile. “Thank you,” I said in a shaky voice.

  “Have a seat, Megan.” I sat down and looked across the desk at him. He was one of those men that made you wish he’d been your father. In my case I’d always wished anyone would be my father, but most especially Dr. Wyatt. He had a kind face and his soft brown hair was just beginning to thin on top. His smile always looked genuine and gentle and he always made me feel safe…except today. Today he was worrying me.

  “So, is this about the MRI?” I just wanted to get it over with.

  “No,” he said, looking at some papers in front of him.

  “No? Then what in the world is it about? Doc, you’re scaring me.”

  “I’m sorry, Megan. I didn’t mean to. I should have thought of that. The MRI of your head looks great. It’s still all clear.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief but I could tell there was more. “Then what is this about?” I asked him.

  “Your fertility specialist Dr. German should be here any minute. Do you mind if we wait for her?”

  “Is it bad news?”

  He smiled. “I don’t think so, Megan. Let’s not get all worked up before we know what’s going on, okay?”

  “But…” There was a knock and the door popped open. Dr. German popped her head in the door.

  Here we go.

  I walked out of the doctor’s office an hour later in a daze. I had a handful of pamphlets, prescriptions, and appointments. I looked down at them and wondered if I could do this. When I got here this morning it was with the idea that I was strong enough to face anything…but this was not something I’d even considered. I was deep in thought as I walked across the parking lot. I thought I heard Noah’s voice but wrote it off to my imagination.

  “Megan!” I turned around and realized that it was Noah. He was jogging across the parking lot toward me. When he got close I smiled at him and said:

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Me? What are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me you had this appointment today?”

  He looked hurt and betrayed, and I felt bad. “I’m sorry. I was worried because he asked me to come in and I just wanted a chance to assimilate the information in my head before we talked.”

  He reached over and took hold of one of my arms in each of his hands. “Megan, we promised to tell each other everything. I had to hear from Patty that you had a doctor’s appointment.”

  “Baby, I was going to tell you, I promise. I just wanted some time…”

  “To assimilate information?” He said that slightly sarcastically.

  “I’m sorry, Noah.”

  He nodded and slid his hands down to mine. “You know that I don’t like to talk about you being sick, but we’re in this together. No matter what the MRI or the doctor says I’m here, baby. I’m your partner for life and there is nothing that will scare me away. If the cancer comes back I will be strong for you. I will fight right alongside of you. I will never leave you and I will never stop loving you.”

  “So nothing will scare you away…are you sure about that?”

  “Nothing,” he said.

  I smiled then. “Good, because the doctor just gave me some wonderful news, but many a grown man has been known to run in the opposite direction at the sound of it.”

  He looked at my face and raised an eyebrow. “We’re not talking about your MRI, are we?”

  “No, the MRI was clear. I’m still in remission.”

  “So what are we talking about?” he asked in a cautious voice.

  “Are you ready to be a father, Noah?”

  His blue eyes widened and then he smiled that gorgeous smile I love so much. “Hell yes!” he said. He grabbed me up in a hug and squeezed me tightly before sitting me down on my feet. “You’re pregnant, baby, really?” His face was glowing and it would have been impossible not to be happy while looking at it.

  “Really, but Noah…” He picked me up again and swung me around.

  “I’m going to be a dad?”

  I laughed. “Yes, but listen to me, there’s more.”

  He was suddenly still and quiet. “Is he okay?”

  “He?”

  “Figure of speech. Is there something wrong with him?”

  “Not that they know of or suspect, baby. It’s really too soon to tell. What they did see on the sonogram they did to check my uterus…was two babies.”

  He looked shocked for just a second and then he said, “Two!” He put his hands on my stomach. “You’re having twins, baby?”

  “We’re having twins.” He picked me up and squeezed me again and swung me around so my feet were off the ground. “We’re having twins.” He put me on my feet again and then he took me by surprise by dropping to one knee in front of me and taking my hand.

  “What are you doing, Noah?” We were in the dead center of the parking lot. There were cars stopped on either side of us. “We should probably get out of the way…”

  “Not until I say this. Megan Brown, you came into my life when it was all filled with sharp edges and you softened everything and made it more bearable.” Someone honked. Noah held up his middle finger without ever taking his eyes off my face. “You tell me all the time how I make you feel alive. You do the same for me, baby. I was only goi
ng through the motions before and now I’m moving toward a future and it’s a future I’ve always dreamt of.” Another honk and Noah turned toward the sound and then back toward me. I didn’t see the look he gave them but I’m sure it was the “fuck-off” stare he’d given Tyler that night at the restaurant. “I love you. I want you, and I already love our babies. I want us all to have a strange and beautiful life together.” He kissed my belly and then refocused and said, “Will you marry me, Megan?” I had tears running down my face and I was nodding,

  “Yes! Yes I will marry you!”

  He stood up and hugged me again, whispering, “You can pick out any ring you want…”

  “I don’t want to pick out a ring, I want a tattoo.”

  “Really?”

  I smiled. “Really. I want us to get ring tattoos. That way everyone that sees them will know they’re permanent and we’re permanent. It’ll be the next best thing since I’m not able to show off the tattoo you’ve left on my heart.”

  He moved in to kiss me and two cars honked. He held up a finger to the driver in his direction and I held up one in mine and we finished our kiss before heading home to begin our strange and beautiful lives.