The Ink Romance Series

by Bridget Taylor

  “Kane.” I glanced around making sure we were alone while Beast cocked his big fluffy head at us. He sniffed the air as if he could smell a scent that wasn’t there before.

  Yeah, it's called lust, and if it were perfume, I'd be smelling like a harem.

  "Why not? No one is here." He stood on his muscular legs, walking towards me with determination to take me right here, right now.

  Beast growled and tugged on Kane’s shirt stopping him from coming after me.

  “Are you really cockblocking me right now?” Kane asked in disbelief.

  Suddenly, the back door burst open revealing an excited Evan.

  “I think he was trying to warn us that we weren’t going to be alone for much longer. Maybe you should take notes, Kane, this is a business after all,” I teased.

  He rolled his eyes. “So this is the kid that wants the tattoo, right?” Kane dusted off his hands on his jeans leaving dirty marks from Beast. It only showed that he really needed a bath. Well, both did now.

  “Hey, Evan!” I waved at him. He ducked his head, his cheek turning red and his hair flopping over his eyes.

  “Hey, Leslie.” He glanced at Kane craning his neck to look at him in the face. His jaw dropped open with shock.

  “Hey, man. I’m Kane. Leslie tells me you have been interested in a tattoo?” Kane stretched his hand out to shake Evan’s, but Evan just looked at it for a moment before tentatively sinking his hand in Kane’s large palm.

  He swallowed and his eyes seemed to get a little misty before he schooled himself again.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Kane.”

  Kane bellowed, making Beast cock his head. “Please don’t call me that. It makes me feel old. Call me Kane.”

  “Sure, okay.” Evan rocked back on his heels unsure of what to do.

  "You want to help us bathe Beast? It might require all-hands-on-deck." I turned on the hose and filled the bucket with cold soapy water.

  “Really?” His blue eyes lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

  "Yeah, I didn't hire you part-time for nothing! Come on, let him smell you first and then we can get started. Are you sure you want to wear that, though?" If I remember correctly, he was wearing the same outfit yesterday, and the day before that. I didn't want to ask any questions or assume his situations, but it was apparent something was going on in his life.

  He looked down with embarrassment and guilt-racked my stomach/ "It's all I have," He whispered.

  “That’s not a problem. Luckily, we have some shirts and cheap gym shorts in the emergency room. Why don’t you go change, so you don’t get your clothes all wet? We’ll wait for you.”

  “Really? You’re just going to let me have clothes?” he asked with suspicion. Evan seemed like he didn’t quite believe me, like there was going to be a catch.

  “I sure am. Kane has to leave soon, and we need the help.” I tried to sound nice about hurrying him up, but it wasn’t working.

  His face fell. “But where are you going?”

  “I have a tattoo appointment soon. Maybe one of these days you can watch one,” Kane said as he sprayed Beast. He tried to catch the water with his mouth, making a loud snapping sound fill the air every time his mouth closed.

  “Cool, that would be awesome.” Evan left, smiling as he went inside to change.

  "There is something about that kid," Kane said. He seemed to tell it to himself, but I knew he meant for me to hear.

  "I know, right? There’s something about his situation too. I don't know if I'm right, but I think he might be homeless."

  Kane shook his head. “Well not if we have anything to do with it. That kid can’t be older than eighteen. He is too young to be on his own.”

  And he says I have a big heart…

  Chapter 8

  I moaned as dream Kane tugged on my clit. My body handed itself over to him as his skillful tongue licked me like his favorite candy.

  “That’s it. Wake up, Crazy.” Kane’s words pierced the veil of my dream state, making my eyes flutter open.

  “Kane,” I rasped into the room with my sleepy voice. He spread my legs wider as he ate at me with precision. His tongue dove between my slick lips, lapping at my swollen bundle of nerves, making my legs want to close around his head, but he kept them spread with his hands, making it so much more sensitive.

  “Ah, yes, oh, yes.” I arched my back as he speared my hole before licking his way back up to my clit. I felt my orgasm building quickly. My toes started to curl, my body heated with a flush, and I yelled as I bucked. “Kane!” I screamed his name as I squirted my cream into his mouth. I watched him as he drank my orgasm down his throat like he was quenching an unbearable thirst.

  "Mmmm." His eyes closed as he seemed to enjoy my flavor. My fingernails clawed at his naked back leaving scratches to leave proof of how he drove me wild.

  When he was done, the pop of his mouth coming off my over sensitive flesh sounded in the room. “You taste so good. I could eat you forever.” He licked his lips with his tongue.

  I pushed my face into the pillow. “I’d die from pleasure.”

  He settled between my legs and that is when I noticed Kane was naked. His cock settled between my wet lips and he started to rock. I was coating his length every time he thrust up.

  He groaned. “Why do you always feel so good?”

  “Same reason why you always feel good.” I cupped my breasts with my hands and tugged my nipples as he kept teasing me with his cock.

  "Kane," I whined, "fuck me." The sensations were becoming too much. I was oversensitive from my orgasm, he smelled like he had just gotten out of the shower, his hair was wet, and he looked like a model. I couldn't focus on anything except wanting him.

  "No." He mouthed at my neck, biting little red marks to show everyone that I was taken. He slipped his hand down my body, molding to my every curve when he roamed his hand over my hips, down my butt cheek and teased my crack. I inhaled a sharp breath but didn't say anything. I watched as curiosity schooled his features and he circled my puckered star with his index finger.

  He pulled his finger away and I whimpered wanting more. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I knew I wanted him to keep touching me like he was.

  He sucked his index finger into his mouth, coating it with his spit as he placed it back at my pink hole. He slowly inserted his finger, inching his way in until I clamped down on him from the weird intrusion.

  “You have to relax, baby.” He kissed my nose, and then my lips as he took his other hand and started circling my clit making me gasp. He fingered my forbidden hole at the same time, and I was becoming unglued from it all. I could feel both sensations meet on the inside of me, rubbing together like two sticks causing a fire. One was an odd feeling, but certainly not unwanted, while the other was making my legs shake. Both sensations together made me feel like I was about to combust with being overloaded.

  "Kane," I whispered his name and tossed my head back and forth. It was all too much. I couldn't take it. I pushed him away, but he just settled further between my legs as he picked up the pace, fingering me.

  "I want you to cum again." Kane laced his words with seduction making it hard not to listen. As if on queue, my body convulsed, and I came all over again, shouting his name. I could feel a puddle of sweat pooling between my breasts, and my chest rose and fell with the exertion he was giving my body.

  “Good girl.” He got up and left me there panting for him. My pussy ached to have him inside me, and he knew that. He knew the game he was playing, and I was falling for it hook, line, and sinker.

  “Kane, no! I hurt.” My admission made him turn around before walking out the bedroom door naked as the day he was born.

  He saw me piercing my hole where his cock belonged with two of my fingers. I hurt so bad. I didn't understand it since I’d come twice, but it didn't satisfy my need for him.

  “Don’t touch yourself. I’ll be right back. If I come back and you’re pleasuring yourself, I’ll tie y
our hands to the headboard all day, leaving you here with an aching pussy that only I can satisfy.” He stormed out leaving me with the perfect view of his butt. He slightly shook when he walked and had two deep dimples above the mounds, making me wish I had gotten to taste him before he left.

  I yanked my fingers from my angry pussy, withering like a sex addict needing her next fix. Kane walked back into the room, his massive cock hard and hung between his legs. His sack was tight against his body, and his veins were pronounced, leaving his cockhead red and weeping with precum. He looked like he was about to cum any minute.

  In his hand, he had a small toy. I lifted a brow at him, asking with no words where he got that from.

  He turned it on and the hum from the vibrations filled the room, making my clit pulse again.

  “This is a clit stimulator.” He knee-walked on the bed, flipping me over until I was settled on my stomach.

  “Pretty sure my clit is very stimulated. You don’t need that.” I wiggled my butt in the air, tempting his baser instincts.

  “So naughty.” He slapped his hand down on my right cheek making me gasp. “This was made to be filled with water and placed in the freezer.” He whispered in my ear, causing my heart to pound with excitement and nerves. We all knew what ice did to the body’s most sensitive parts.

  His hand shove under my pelvis and the cool toy made me gasped as it trailed across my lower stomach. He situated it right below on my clit. "Kane! It's too much." I wiggled around to try to find relief from the pleasure/pain he was causing me, but he held me still.

  "Wait for it." He turned on the device and my body bowed as I came for the third time. The coldness of the toy and the vibrations that coursed through my clit were all too much. Kane took that as his cue to slide deep inside me. He pressed my lower back down on the new sex toy as he pounded inside me.

  My eyes rolled to the point I thought I saw the back of my skull. "More!" I pleaded, and he gripped my cheeks with both hands, using them as leverage as he thrust hard and deep inside me. With the toy still on my clit and Kane's enormous cock splitting me open, I was building another orgasm and this one felt more intense than all of them.

  "Kane, I can't." I shook my head as tears sprang to my eyes. Everything hurt, but at the same time, it was a right kind of hurt. My body was overstimulated making everything be on the verge of pain.

  "You can and you will. I want you to come with me." Kane bent over to nibble on my ear. "Now!" And the first few shots of his cum bathing my walls sent me over the edge.

  “Yes!” I hissed and he kept pumping me full of his seed. He ripped the toy from underneath me, tossing it on the floor, as he stuttered his hips. We lay there in a heap of sweat, heavy breaths, and cum.

  “Well,” I started to say, but had to catch my breath, “that was one way to wake up.”

  Kane chuckled as he slid from me, causing me to wince. He kissed my shoulder as he got up, walking to the bathroom to get a rag. Being an attentive lover, he wiped his juice that was flowing out between my legs away.

  “Come on, let’s go shower and get ready for the day.”

  I gave him the evil eye. “No. You broke me. Go away,” I grumbled as I settled my exhausted body back in the bed.

  “Come on. Evan will be waiting on us.” He smacked my butt.

  “Fine.” I pushed past him and turned on the shower. The hot water felt good against my wrung-out muscles, causing me to sigh.

  “So, you orgasmed four times?” Kane stepped into the shower with me as he asked.

  “Yes, God of all orgasms.” I bowed to him.

  “I mean, that is pretty impressive if I do say so myself.” He shot that crooked smile at me.

  “For all you know, I was faking it.”

  He snorted. “Yeah right.”

  I looked at him and shrugged like I didn’t have a care in the world.

  “You didn’t, right? Don’t play like that, Leslie or I’ll take you back to bed right now.” Determination lit his eyes.

  "Really? As if. You have wrung me dry of all bodily fluids. I think I may be dehydrated."

  “Whew, good.”

  I rolled my eyes. Men.

  After we got ready, we drove to the shop where I found a waiting Evan outside the door looking eager as ever. He was wearing the clothes I gave him, and it made me wonder again what his situation was.

  “Hey Evan,” Kane waved and kissed me on the lips, “I’ll be thinking about this morning all day.” I closed my eyes as I tried to compose myself after he walked away, leaving me hanging on his words.

  The Jerk.

  “Hi Evan.” I waved with a blush tinting my cheeks.

  “You guys really like each other, huh?” he asked.

  “I love him.” I sighed like a teenager with a crush.

  “That’s cool. What does it feel like? To be loved?”

  My neck popped as I whipped my head around. "Evan?"

  “That didn’t come out right. I meant to say be loved like that with like a lover.” His blue eyes widened, and I could tell he was lying.

  But I went with it. “It feels like home.” I watched for his reaction, but he must be pretty used to lying because he schooled his face really well.

  “Sounds boring.” He shrugged, but once again, I could tell he yearned for it.

  After a few hours of bathing more of the dogs, it was five o'clock. Rori and Max came in for the overnight shift to watch the dogs. Since there was so many of them, we knew we needed to double up on people for the shifts.

  Kane was done at five too since it was Sunday and met us on the front porch.

  “Evan, would you like to come to Greco’s steakhouse with us?”

  “Uh, no thanks. I don’t have anything to wear. Washer machine is broke.” He lied again. I could tell the kid hadn’t showered in a few days because of the grease in his hair and the little body odor coming off him. It wasn’t too bad. I could only smell it when I got close.

  I waved my hand in dismissal. "That doesn't matter. It isn't a classy place."

  "I mean if you're sure." He shuffled his feet, kicking at a few rocks on the ground.

  Kane clapped Evan’s back, almost sending him tumbling forward. “Come on, it’s been a long day. Let’s get some grub.”

  “All right, yeah. I’d like that.” He smiled at Kane and hoped in the truck.

  The ride was silent, but it wasn’t awkward. When we got to the restaurant, Evan slid in on the same side with Kane, which made me smile. I think someone had found themselves an idol. It was adorable.

  I stared at them before looking at the menu, and it all finally clicked. Evan reminded me of Kane. Same build, black hair, and blue eyes. The only thing different was Evan still had a baby face and that awful long skater boy hair that kept flopping in his face. Every few minutes he would jerk his head to get it out of his eyes.

  I kept my thoughts to myself as we ordered. I got a steak, medium rare, mashed potatoes, and salad. It was my all-time favorite meal. Kane ordered what I had, but Evan just said he would stick with water and bread.

  Kane looked appalled. “Dude, no way. Eat.”

  “Can I have what you guys ordered?” He tangled his hands together like he was unsure he was allowed to eat. What the hell?

  Kane got the waiter’s attention, who was at the next table over. “He’ll have what we’re having.” The nice man just nodded and smiled before running to the kitchen.

  "So, I finally know why you look so familiar." I took a sip of my water, and my words seem to cause panic in the young man's face. His eyes darted around like he was looking for a way out.

  “Hey, calm down. It’s okay. I was just going to say you guys looked like you could be brothers. You know the dark black hair and blue eyes. I have been thinking about it every day, but now that you guys are side by side, I totally see it.”

  Kane dropped his menu and for a moment it seemed like something clicked into place for him. "Evan, where are you from?"

  The waiter came ba
ck with our food, and when our eyes met I asked, "I'm sorry to trouble you, but can you please put those in to go boxes? We just had an emergency."

  “Of course, ma’am. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” He turned his slender frame and walked swiftly to the back.

  “Evan, where are you from?” Kane fisted his hands as he spoke.

  “Kane!” I scolded quietly. I didn’t want to bring attention to the table.

  “Boston.” The kid looked down as if he just had everything taken away in his life.

  Kane nodded his head. “We are leaving.”

  Evan appeared like he was about to cry when he slid out of the booth and walked to the front door.

  “Your food, ma’am!” The frazzled waiter followed us out of the restaurant, and Kane slipped him sixty bucks.

  “Thanks, Mister.”

  The waiter smiled brightly and went back inside.

  After we all climbed in the truck, Kane slammed his door, put the truck in reverse and spun out of the driveway, leaving burnt rubber behind.

  “It was just an observation, Kane. There is no need to be that mad about it.” Jeez, I couldn’t believe he was acting this way.

  “How old are you, Evan?” Kane grumbled.

  "Seventeen, but I'll be eighteen in a month." Evan had tears pooling in his eyes, and I grabbed his hand trying to give him reassurance.

  “Seventeen, huh?” Kane rubbed his five o’clock shadow as if he was thinking about something monumental.

  Then, Evan spilled everything in one breath. “I only found you because I heard my foster parents arguing. They wouldn’t contact you. I don’t know how they knew about you, but they didn’t want to lose their paycheck. I didn’t know how to tell you. I swear I wasn’t going to keep it from you. I wasn’t sure how you would accept me. Don’t hate. Please, don’t hate me!” Evan cried as thick tears raced down his face. I didn’t realize how dirty he was, but they left lines in their wake.

  “I don’t hate you. I’m really overwhelmed, but not at you. How is that possible? How did I not know about you? Why didn’t someone contact me?” Kane was talking to himself, but Evan didn’t seem to catch that.