Going Inksane (Nice Ink Book 1)

by Trish Edmisten

  “How did you guys manage to take care of yourselves?”

  “They didn’t totally ignore us. We always had a place to live and most of the time there was food in the house. It wasn’t good food or anything, but it beat starving, and they bought us clothes and toys sometimes, but that was pretty rare. They just didn’t care about us as much as they did partying. When we were little, they used to take us with them.”

  “They took you to parties when you were just kids?”

  “Yeah, we saw way more than any kids should, and I don’t just mean drinking and drugs. Some of those parties were very free love if you know what I mean.”

  “That’s awful.”

  “It was which is why I wasn’t even upset when they started leaving us at home, even though we were way too young for that.”

  “I’m guessing they didn’t get you a babysitter.”

  “I was the babysitter.”

  “How come none of your teachers ever reported the neglect?”

  “I’m not sure if they noticed. Like I said, we had clothes, shitty stuff from the Goodwill but they were clothes, and since they weren’t beating us, we didn’t have any bruises,” Heath explained. “If one of our teachers had caught on and reported it to CPS, it wouldn’t have mattered. I would have taken Cooper and run so we didn’t end up in separate foster homes.”

  “You’re so amazing that it’s hard to believe you had such a hard life as a kid.”

  “Thanks, but I think I’m the way I am because of how messed up things were when I was a kid. I was not going to turn out like them.”

  “I’m glad,” I said and leaned forward to kiss his neck. Sitting up, I resumed my work. “You don’t have to worry about my parents. They’re both great, and they’re going to love you, especially my mom.”

  “You want me to meet your parents?”

  “I do, but not tomorrow or anything. When you’re ready.”

  “And if I’m ready tomorrow?”

  I laughed. “Well, I have to work tomorrow so you would have to wait until next week when I’m off.”

  “Tell you what, when I get to work tomorrow, I’ll check my schedule and see when I have a free night next week.”

  “Okay, let me know.”

  The thought of introducing him to my parents should have freaked me out more than it did, but I knew they would be happy for me. My mom was probably going to start planning our wedding the second she saw him, if she hadn’t already. I would need to warn him about that. Even though she sometimes came on strong, she meant well.

  “Can I ask you something, baby?”

  “That sounds like a scary question.”

  “It’s about sex.”

  I sucked in my breath, glad he couldn’t see the worry on my face or hear my heart pounding. As it was, my hands stuttered on his back.

  Was this the part where he was going to tell me that he’d changed his mind? That if he couldn’t fuck me there was no point in us staying together?

  “Okay,” I forced the word from my throat.

  “When you said no anal, is that everything, or are rimming and rubbing off things you’re comfortable with?”

  I exhaled. That was actually a reasonable question. One I was glad he had waited to ask. If he’d asked me the night I’d told him what happened to me, I probably would have been suspicious of his motives and broken things off.

  “I’ve never been rimmed.”

  “Is it something you’d let me try?”

  The thought of Heath’s tongue in my ass sent a lightning bolt of lust down my spine. “Yeah, I would. It’s just penetration I can’t handle.”

  “Have you ever thought about topping?”

  “You mean you?” I gasped.

  Heath chuckled. “I meant in general.”

  “Not really, it just didn’t seem like my thing. You know, like you know that you don’t want to bottom.”

  “You think I don’t want to bottom?”

  “Do you?”

  “I never have before, but if you wanted to try it, I would.”

  “And if I don’t want to? If we never have penetrative sex, would that be okay or would you get bored and bail?”

  I was trying to keep the bitterness from my voice, but this was what I’d been afraid of. This was why I didn’t date. Well, it was one of the reasons I didn’t date.

  Most guys wanted sex. I did too, but I couldn’t put myself through that pain again. I wouldn’t. Being alone was just easier than having to worry about disappointing someone or worse, being assaulted again.

  I shivered at the memory.

  “Hey.” Heath turned his head to look at me. “I meant what I said. Having sex is more than putting a dick in an ass, and if we never do that, either way, I’ll still be the luckiest, happiest guy in the world because I have you.”

  My heart melted. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, baby, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Heath said softly. “I don’t want to upset you. I just want to understand your limits before we get hot and heavy so that I don’t do something over the line.”

  I snorted. “Hot and heavy?”

  “Down and dirty?” Heath waggled his eyebrows. “Hanky panky? Makin’ bacon? Knocking boots? Hitting—”

  “Oh my God! Please stop.”

  I was laughing so hard, I couldn’t catch my breath. I’m sure that was the idea, and it worked. I had forgotten all about being worried.

  “What do you say, baby?” Heath asked, giving me an exaggerated wink. “Wanna do the deed?”

  Still laughing, I shoved at his shoulder. “You’re crazy.”

  “Crazy about you,” Heath said with a grin.

  I rolled my eyes. “That was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

  “Give me time, and I’m sure I can come up with something cheesier.”

  “Thanks for the warning.”

  “I should be the one thanking you. That massage was just what I needed.”

  “Good, that’s what I wanted.”

  “Are you ready for bed?”

  “Don’t you want to, you know?”

  Heath’s expression softened. “The only thing I want to do now is hold you in my arms while I fall asleep,” he said and then grinned. “Besides, if I keep looking at you like this while we talk, you’re going to have massage a kink out of my neck.”

  My eyes widened as I backed off. “I am so sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I needed you to see my face while we talked about this.”

  Could this guy be any more perfect? “Okay, let’s get up for a second so we can get under the covers.”

  Heath groaned. “You expect me to move after you turned me into a puddle of goo?”

  “If you don’t, your ass is going to get cold later tonight when you don’t have any blankets.”

  “Nah, you can keep my ass warm for me, baby.”

  Shaking my head, I smiled as I climbed off his muscular body. “Just get up. It’ll only take a few seconds.”

  When Heath got out of bed and turned to face me, I got an eyeful of his huge erection. In my defense, the thing was kind of hard to miss what with the way the head was poking out of the top of the waistband of his briefs.

  Heath’s eyes followed mine and he grinned. “Like what you see?”

  “So far, yeah,” I answered. “Are you sure you don’t want me to do something about that for you?”

  Heath’s grin fell away. “No, and I never want you to feel obligated to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

  “I didn’t mean it like that.”

  “I know. Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m beat. You ready for bed?”

  “Yeah,” I agreed, stepping beside the bed to pull the blankets back. “Which side do you prefer?”

  “It’s your bed. You tell me where you want me.”

  “I like the right side.”

  “Then I’ll take the left.”

  With that settled, Heath climbed into bed. Before joining him, I shed m
y tank top and sleep pants, leaving me in only my boxer briefs.

  “Fair’s fair, right,” I explained.

  “I’m not going to argue with that,” Heath said as his eyes did a slow perusal of my body.

  Finally crawling in beside him, I scooted next to him, pressing against his side. As I rested my head on his chest, his arms closed around me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been held. I had forgotten how good the right man could make it feel.

  “Goodnight, baby,” Heath said and kissed the top of my head. “Thanks for knowing exactly what I needed tonight.”

  “Goodnight, Heath,” I whispered, snuggling as close to him as I could.

  With the heat of his body seeping into mine, it wasn’t long before I drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Heath

  The shock of being awakened from a sound sleep by the blast of an alarm clock was tempered by the feeling of Ned in my arms. Sometime during the night, we had shifted positions so that he was spooned against me.

  Not moving from my arms, Ned reached out to slap the alarm clock. “Sometimes, I really hate my job.”

  “You know you love your job.”

  “I do, but I don’t want to move.”

  “Neither do I. How soon do you need to be up to make it to work on time?”

  Lifting his head, he glanced at the clock. “I could probably get away with another ten minutes, but I shouldn’t.”

  “You shouldn’t?”

  “No, I don’t want to doze off again and be late for work.”

  I slid my hand from his waist to cup his morning wood. “I’ll make sure you don’t doze off.”

  “Damn,” Ned said the word on a groan.

  Encouraged by the way he bucked into my hold, I slipped my hand into his boxer briefs and gripped his cock. Slowly, I moved my hand up and down, enjoying the feel of his smooth flesh over the heated steel beneath. It wasn’t long before a drop of pre-come appeared at the blushed head of his dick. As much as I wanted to taste him, I used it to slick the way, earning another of those delicious groans.

  With Ned writhing as I pumped his length, his perfect ass bumped against my hard as nails cock. Testing the waters, I moved with him, getting some much needed friction.

  “Heath,” Ned panted out my name. “Wanna feel you too.”

  “What do you want, baby?” I asked, peppering kisses down his neck.

  “You, all of you,” Ned said and then as if making sure there was no doubt, he added one final word, “naked.”

  I let go of him long enough to slide my briefs down my thighs. When they were past my knees, I used one foot to hook a toe into them and yank them the rest of the way off.

  As I’d worked my underwear free, Ned had done the same with his. The moment we were both naked, he pressed the back of his body to the front of mine, pulling a deep groan out of me.

  Christ, this man was perfect. I wanted to bite down on those perky ass cheeks before dipping my tongue between them, but that would mean letting him go again, which I didn’t want to do.

  Bringing my hand around, I fisted his dick once again, causing him to let out a breathy moan. A sound I was fast becoming addicted to.

  As I stroked him, Ned lifted his top leg. “Heath.” My name was a plea that fell from his lips. “Let me feel your cock. Please.”

  “Grab the oil you used last night, baby,” I said when I realized what he wanted.

  I would have laughed at how quickly his hand shot out to snatch it from the nightstand, but I was as desperate as he was. Without looking behind him, Ned shoved the bottle in my direction.

  “I’m gonna have to let you go a minute.”

  “Hurry, Heath, please.”

  The need in his voice was doing things, not just to my libido but my heart. No one had ever wanted me this much.

  Opening the bottle, I squeezed a few drops of oil into my palm. The sweet scent of almonds hit my nose to remind me of the way he’d touched me last night, taking care of me in the best way. Now, it was my turn to repay the favor.

  Making sure the bottle was closed, I turned and dropped it on the nightstand behind me. Rolling toward Ned once again, I clasped my dick, immediately moaning at the contact. My cock grew even harder as I stroked myself, being careful not to let myself get too close to coming.

  When my dick was coated, I pressed my body closer to Ned’s and took his cock in my hand once again. Both of us groaned as I jerked him off while moving my dick between his thighs. The skin of his thighs was soft while the muscles were firm. The feeling was highlighted by the way the head of my cock brushed against his balls on every glide.

  Ned fucked into my fist as I moved between his thighs. The sweet sounds he made urged me to move faster. It wasn’t long before my balls were drawing up tighter.

  “Are you close, baby?” I murmured in his ear. “Gonna come for me soon?”

  “Yes, Heath, so close,” Ned answered, reaching back to grab my thigh and squeeze hard.

  Hoping to God I could hold out long enough to get him there first, I moved my hand faster over his dick. A high pitched keen escaped him as he bucked into my hold, begging me for more with his body and his words.

  “Heath, I’m coming! Oh, God, Heath!”

  The warmth spilling over my fist, the sound of him calling out my name, the way his cock pulsed in my hand, I was helpless against the onslaught.

  Lightning bolted down my spine and my hips and thighs tingled as I joined him in release. Ned’s name became a grunt as I coated his thighs, rubbing my dick along his balls. Anchoring my arm around his waist, I pulled him close as I rode out wave after wave of the most intense orgasm I’d experienced in years. Ned’s hand still clung to my thigh, his fingers digging into the muscles as he moved with me.

  I was too far gone to know if he was still caught up in the throes of his own release or responding to mine.

  My chest heaved against his back as my hips stuttered to a stop. Catching my breath was impossible at that point.

  When I finally came back to myself, I realized I still had a solid grip on his softening cock. “Sorry,” I said, loosening my hold.

  “Holy fuck,” Ned gasped out.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “Are you kidding? I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard before.”

  “Yeah, me too.”

  “I’m serious, Heath. I saw stars there for a minute.”

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  “Enjoyed is a pretty mild word.” Ned turned his head over his shoulder to look at me. “Was it good for you?”

  “Better than good, baby.”

  Ned pulled back when I leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. I probably have horrible morning breath.”

  Judging by the cute little grimace on his face, this was a non-negotiable issue.

  “I guess we’d better get up and get our day going then,” I said.

  “Yeah, I need to get in the shower soon, or I really am going to be late.”

  “Does that mean there’s no room for me in that shower?”

  “There’s room, but if you get in there with me, there will be more sexy times.”

  “And that’s a bad thing?”

  “It is if I want to be on time for work.”

  “Good point. How about you shower first, and I’ll make us a couple of cups of coffee?” I suggested. “Then when you’re done, I can grab a quick shower.”

  “That works,” Ned agreed.

  Ned climbed out of bed and moments later the room was flooded with light. I grunted against the assault. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the change, I was rewarded with the sight of a fully naked Ned bent over his dresser drawer as he rummaged for clean clothes.

  Rather than get out of bed right away, I watched him, taking in the perfection of that smooth skin. It was fair, not quite tan but far from pale. Ned’s body was lean with sinewy mus
cle, and he had the cutest, most bitable ass I had ever seen. Remembering the way it felt against me was almost enough to make my dick perk up again; the greedy bastard.

  When he glanced up at me, a shy smile graced his lips. It was absent the blush I liked so much, but I didn’t mind. It meant he was getting more comfortable with me.

  Ned’s eyes skipped to my mid-section and suddenly grew wide. I had a feeling I knew what he was looking at.

  “Everything okay?”

  “Your dick is pierced.”

  I glanced down. “Yep, it’s a Prince Albert.”

  “I can’t believe I didn’t notice that last night.”

  “You must have been distracted by all this sexy,” I said, grinning.

  Though he rolled his eyes, Ned smiled. “Did it hurt?”

  “It hurt like a son of a bitch but only for a minute.”

  “Then why do it?”

  “Because it looks cool,” I said. It was also supposed to stimulate my partner’s prostate when we had sex, but he didn’t need to know that. “Now, get moving, baby, or you’re gonna be late.”

  Ned glanced at the clock. “Shit, you’re right. Get your fine ass out of bed and make me some coffee.”

  “Damn, are you always this bossy in the morning?”

  “Yes, and it will only get worse until I get my coffee.”

  The look on his face let me know he was only half-joking.

  “Okay, I’m on it,” I said and climbed from bed.

  While Ned darted into the master bathroom, I pulled my underwear from the floor to clean the excess come from my cock. Once business was taken care of, I padded into the kitchen. Considering there was no one else in the house, and I’d just ruined my underwear, I didn’t bother with clothes. Thankfully, I would be showering soon.

  I flipped on the light and made a bee line for the K-cup machine, smiling when I realized we had the same model. The pods sat in a carousel next to the machine so I didn’t have to search for them. After choosing the breakfast blend for both of us, I started opening cupboards, looking for the cups.