Tattoo Lust: A Tattoo Romance Collection

by Skyla Madi

  Let the sparks ignite.

  The moment his mouth crashed down on hers, the kiss went eager and hard. She nipped his bottom lip, and he moaned, loving the slight sting before she soothed it with her tongue. Toby broke the kiss for a few seconds to yank her shirt off and threw it behind him. He did the same with his own. With a flick of his fingers, he had her bra unhooked, and Harlow finished the honors by working her arms free. The lacy undergarment fell to their feet. He pulled her closer and took her mouth again. The feel of her skin against his was phenomenal. Her nipples were hard, and he groaned as Harlow ran her finger nails down his back. He loved that signature move. She gasped as his lips trailed against her jaw. “I want you so badly, Toby.”

  Those words were like music to his ears. He grunted and kissed his way down her throat, could feel her pulse beat as frantically as his was. “So beautiful,” he mumbled. Harlow moved her leg up to his waist and thrust against him where they stood. He gripped her bottom, and her other leg wrapped around him as well. Her hands played in his hair while her arms were wrapped around his neck, and he pressed his forehead against hers again. They were both panting, and it gave them a moment to catch their breath.

  Toby walked with her until his legs hit the side of his bed. He gently lowered her down on the mattress before climbing on top. He tucked some hair behind her ears and lovingly caressed her face. “I have the world in the palm of my hands right now. My world is right here.” He quickly kissed her lips. “Love you, baby.”

  “Oh, Toby,” Harlow whispered with emotion. “I lo-ove you too.” She hissed the last part and writhed against him. His left hand palmed one breast while his mouth worshiped the other. Once he paid equal attention to both, he kissed his way down her stomach and gripped the waistband of her pants to get rid of them, underwear and all. Toby stood to admire the view, wanting to commit this very moment to memory. Harlow was a vision fully clothed, but get her naked, and she blew his mind.

  Mine.

  “Say it again,” Toby said. He could see the love in her eyes when she looked at him, but he needed to hear the words before they went further.

  “I love you, Mr. James.” Harlow partially sat up and eyed his straining erection with interest, and she licked her lips.

  “And who do you belong with?” Harlow looked at him again when he asked the question, and she maintained eye contact as she answered with sincerity.

  “I belong with you, Toby. I’m yours and you’re mine.”

  “Damn straight,” he said.

  He grabbed her thighs to spread her wide and dove in to taste her. He felt like a starving man in need of sustenance, and she was his favorite flavored dessert. He loved this pussy. It was glistening and smooth, sticky sweet. He licked her slow at first to savor the moment. He tongued her opening, tasted around her slick folds, and lapped at her clit repeatedly. Her fingers went through his hair, and she moved her hips eagerly against his face. Her juices dripped from his chin while he licked, flicked, and fucked her with his tongue. Her taste became more potent the wetter she became, and he knew she was close the minute she yanked on his hair to move him precisely where she needed him.

  “Please, Toby, I’m almost there.”

  He smiled against her and obliged her request. His head moved side to side while he played with her clit, and then up and down. He took the bud into his mouth and sucked it.

  “Oh God, so fucking good,” she cried out. He looked up, and her chest rapidly rose and fell. Her eyes were closed, and he’d become mesmerized as he worked her into bliss. This woman was amazing, and all his. It felt like his heart was expanding. He was so happy. Her eyes popped open, they locked with his, and she gripped his head tighter to her core. Her legs began to shake, and her moans were louder. “I’m coming, Toby. Fuck me, I’m c-oming!”

  Harlow erupted like an active volcano, and it turned him on so much, he was ready to cream in his pants like a freaking newbie.

  Toby stood while Harlow recovered, and he ripped his pants off, almost tripping in his haste to free his cock. He was aching so bad. A couple of weeks apart felt torturous. He may be pathetic, but he also didn’t care. He sighed with relief the minute he was free and grabbed a condom from his drawer.

  “Here, allow me.” Harlow winked and reached for it. She tore open the wrapper with her teeth and quickly put it on him. “Now we’re talking.” She stretched out and turned around to get on all fours. She looked back and smiled while he admired the view of her bum in the air. “Love me, Toby. I feel empty without you.”

  Toby grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. He stood behind her and palmed her ass before smacking it. He squeezed her cheek again, grabbed the base of his dick, and rubbed his tip between her folds. At her opening, he paused and slowly sunk in. They moaned in unison the moment he was balls deep and began to move. It felt amazing. Her cunt was wet, snug, and warm. So soft, and incredible. He gripped her hips and flexed his fingers, trying desperately not to blow too soon. He fucked her fast, then slowed down, fast and slow some more. He leaned forward to kiss her back, and it gave her goose bumps. He licked her skin. “You feel incredible Harlow.” He stopped, pulled out, and flipped her over. “But tonight, I want to look in your eyes.” Her boobs bounced when he entered her, and he could feel her fingernails dig into his shoulders leaving their mark. The familiar sounds of their moans and skin slapping skin filled the air, muting the TV at the other end of the loft. He was so close now and made sure to rub against her clit every time he pumped out and back in. He wanted to reach ecstasy together this time.

  “Toby.” Harlow’s back arched, and he gasped the moment she let go. Her walls tightened and spasmed around his shaft. Ripple after ripple of pleasure consumed him, and his cock jerked with the force of his own orgasm. It left him boneless.

  “Uh, Toby?” Harlow pushed at his shoulders and giggled. “I love having you on top of me. But you’re getting heavy.”

  “Sorry,” he mumbled. Toby rolled over onto his side, taking her with him. They were face to face, laying in the middle of his bed and satisfied. She kissed his chest and rubbed the spot with her fingers.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’ve never been better,” he said. Toby took the hand she used to rub his chest and brought her fingers to his lips, pecking each one.

  “Me too.” Harlow smiled. “What comes next?”

  Toby shrugged. “We’re official. I say we enjoy tonight and tell the others tomorrow.” He nudged her chin with his forefinger and stared. “We still take it one day at a time, baby, but with more confidence in our future. I’m in this for the long haul. I want forever with you.”

  “I’d like that. You have no idea how much.” Harlow squealed and hugged him tightly. Toby chuckled and pried her arms from around him. He held them above her head and leaned over to kiss her lips. Only this time, there was no hurry. She wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was he. He was finally beginning to heal, to seek help, and most importantly he found love again. As the misery of his past lessened, it was replaced by a new hope, and he looked forward to their journey ahead, together.

  Epilogue

  Carson

  “Here’s the happy couple now.” He clapped his hands and got up to give Toby a pat on the back. “It’s good to see you, man.”

  Before Toby could respond, Carson took Harlow from his friend’s arms and gave her a big hug. “Damn, Harlow. Are we at Fanny’s or in a museum? Because the moment you walked in, it was like looking at a true work of art.”

  “Oh, Carson, I hope you never change.” Harlow chuckled and pinched his cheek.

  “What can I say?” Carson winked. “I’m the best.”

  “Hey.” Toby grabbed Harlow by her belt loops and pulled her by his side. “Get your own woman. This one is spoken for.”

  Carson laughed.

  “Yeah, yeah.” Mel pushed her brother aside. “You could at least let them take a seat so the rest of us can congratulate them.”

  Carson sh
rugged. Whatever.

  It’d been a few days since their favorite couple reunited, and tonight they were out to celebrate. Toby sat between him and Rebel, and Mel dragged Harlow to the other side to sit across from them between the girls. No doubt to get the dirt or whatever girly shit women talked about. He took a sip of his beer and observed the crowd.

  “I know I’ve probably said this before, but happy looks good on you,” Dee exclaimed. “It took you long enough to text.”

  “We were busy.” Toby smiled when Harlow blushed. “Had to make up for lost time.”

  Rebel snorted. “Lucky bastard.”

  “Don’t I know it.” Toby chuckled, and Carson could feel the envy in the pit of his stomach. At thirty-one, he was young enough still and having fun, but the one-night stands were beginning to get old, and he couldn’t wait to find his own Harlow. Well, not her, obviously, but a woman who could bring him to his knees. A woman he could see himself spending more time with than a night or two, but he was beginning to think she didn’t exist.

  Maybe that’s why he’d been spending a lot of nights at The Busy Beaver lately instead of hooking up. The moment that stripper Lacey stepped on the stage, a spark had ignited with just one look. There was a pull there every single time she performed, but for some reason, he couldn’t get her to give him a lap dance. She didn’t do them, apparently, and it frustrated the fuck out of him. Maybe it was the thrill of the chase that intrigued him. Who knew? But who found forever with a stripper anyway?

  Mel kicked him under the table, and he glared.

  Fuck, that hurt.

  She mouthed, “Are you okay?”

  Carson nodded. He looked around the table, and it looked like Rebel was putting the moves on Dee again, and Toby was leaning across the table talking with Harlow in hushed tones, paying no attention to the brother and sister duo.

  “I’m fine, what’s up?” Carson leaned back in his chair and folded his arms, like he didn’t have a care in the world.

  “Nothing, you just looked way too serious over there. Lost in thoughts.” Mel leaned forward and clasped her hands together. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

  He nodded. “I do, but I’m good, so stop with the serious talk already. We’re here to celebrate. Who needs another drink?” He waved his empty in the air and stood, not bothering to listen to anyone’s reply. “I’ll get another round.”

  Carson walked away, and he sighed as Mel caught up with him.

  “Thought I’d help you carry them back,” she said, but he knew better. There really was something to this twin intuition thing, and she wasn’t backing down.

  “I told you I’m fine, Mel, and I am. I’m just adjusting. I’m glad for Toby. Harlow’s good for him, and he deserves his happy ending. I guess I just wish I could find mine.” He grimaced and pointed a finger at her. “Don’t you dare tell anybody I said that. You do, and I’ll tell them about that time you flashed Dee’s uncle when he visited last spring.”

  Mel narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you dare.” And he laughed as she did some pointing of her own right in the middle of his chest. “I was drunk. It didn’t go any further than that, and Dee would kill me if she found out.”

  “My lips are sealed as long as yours are.” Carson shrugged then turned to flag down Fanny’s old man. “Hey, Harold. Six of the usual.”

  When he turned around, Mel was smiling with a wicked gleam in her eyes. She was up to something, but what? He looked at her curiously but didn’t have to wait for much longer to hear her spill the beans.

  “You’ll never guess who I talked to today.”

  Like he cared. “Who did you talk to today?” He casually leaned against the bar and played along.

  “Tate. She’s back, Carson, and she’s here to stay.”

  Tate?

  That one word alone had his palms sweating. “You don’t say.”

  Mel nodded enthusiastically and rubbed her hands together.

  Tate Owens was Mel’s best friend since childhood. She moved away shortly after high school to go to some fancy place in New York, a dance school, and he hadn’t seen her since. She was Mel’s exact opposite. Mel was loud, Tate was quiet. Mel liked attention, Tate preferred to stay invisible. She was shy, sweet, and tried hard to hide her beauty back then, but Carson saw. Oh yeah, he saw what she tried to hide, and Mel knew it too. Only he hadn’t acted on his desires when they were younger. Tate was different from the girls he was used to. She deserved the world, and he wasn’t done playing the field, therefore he didn’t go there. As tempting as it could have been. “Good for her.” He cleared his throat. “I mean, it’ll be great to see her again.”

  “I’ll bet.” Mel doubled over as she laughed and wiped her eyes when she was upright again. “You keep on pretending that doesn’t mean something to you. You know, she had the biggest crush on you, as well, right?”

  Carson rolled his eyes again, not willing to take the bait. “That was high school, Mel. Grow the fuck up.”

  Mel ignored him. “She plans to open her own choreography studio and teach dance. Has some other job in the meantime…”

  Carson turned to grab the beers Harold had put in front of him and ignored his sister right back while they returned to their table.

  “Took you long enough.” Toby stood to help pass them out, and Carson held out his bottle to make a toast. “To Toby and Harlow.”

  The table chorused him, and he chugged half the bottle in one go.

  Tate Owens. Damn.

  He had a feeling life was about to become more interesting. He could feel Mel’s stare, and when he looked over, she smirked.

  Fucking sister. A pain in my ass.

  He flipped her the finger and slammed the bottle down on the table. She was up to something, and he had a feeling it had to do with the woman he now couldn’t stop thinking about.

  Fanny walked up to the table with a bunch of food, and his stomach growled. There were wings, nachos, fries, and a plate of burgers by the time she was done. “I just love feeding you kids.” Fanny smiled. “Tonight, it’s on the house.”

  Carson clutched his chest to lay it on thick before Fanny walked away. Flirting just came naturally to him, and he couldn’t help himself. “Mamma Deuce, would you touch my arm before you go?”

  The old lady knew him well and chuckled. She rested her hand on his bicep. “Now what?”

  He winked. “Now I get to tell all of my friends I was touched by an angel.”

  “Oh, shut up.” She swatted him playfully and laughed as she left them.

  Nothing would be on the house tonight because he’d make sure to tip her enough to cover it all, but first, it was time to fill his belly and continue to mingle.

  Tonight was about his friends. Tomorrow, he’d worry about everything else.

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  Piece of
Me

  By Nicky Shanks

  Chapter One

  Cinnamon and Whiskey

  The air is thick with cigar smoke as it hovers over the backyard full of pretentious people…well, that and fake, over-the-top laughter. I can’t believe I let myself get talked into coming here—this isn’t my scene by a million miles. Now, my sister, Caitlyn…this is her scene. My gaze darts around the crowd as I try to make a solid escape plan, but all I can see is Ralph Lauren pleated pants and too-short cocktail dresses. The scents of several expensive perfumes mix together, and the potent cloud engulfs every space I run to.

  “Hey there, sexy—where’ve you been hiding?” Caitlyn’s friend, Sam, pokes my side and raises his eyebrows in amusement at me. “I wouldn’t want you to lose your way around this place. You smell incredibly delicious, by the way.” His low growl near my ear makes my stomach clench just enough to feel like I’m going to vomit. I can’t stomach him; he’s a six-foot tall walking hard-on, and he loves to flirt with anything that walks on two legs with boobs…especially me.

  “Where’s Cait?” he asks. The lumpy shape of his nearly shaved head makes me think of pinholes. They open and close to let out all the hot air when he speaks. His cold, gray eyes are like small daggers that try and pierce every female he comes across. He flashes his creepy, crooked smile, which makes me shiver just enough to remember why I can’t stand him.

  I shrug, and chills run down my spine. I know I’m being watched by someone other than Sam—I feel it. The backyard is packed with people, so of course someone else is looking at me, but this is different. Someone is wrapping me in a more intense cocoon of paranoia than I normally have.

  The stray ends of my long, chestnut brown hair fall from the pins holding the thick mess up as I shake my head at Sam. “I’m not her keeper; you should go and find her yourself.” I inch away from him, but he yanks me by my waist. He holds me flush to his side, his fingers rubbing circles on my hips. I feel someone’s frustration suffocate me; I push Sam away for the second time, and his eyes turn dark.