Tattoo Lust: A Tattoo Romance Collection

by Skyla Madi

  He took a step closer and reached out to touch me. I recoiled from his touch. Slowly lifting my eyes, they locked with his.

  “I think,” I swallowed, “I think you need to go wash your mouth with soap.”

  He gave a stiff nod before turning around and disappearing around the corner.

  ***

  I leaned against the counter as I watched him through the kitchen window. Stephen was chopping wood in the backyard. His chest was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and his pants hung low on his hips. I was getting turned on just by watching him.

  We hadn’t spoken much after Kate left. Stephen only informed me that someone had picked her up for questioning. I wouldn’t mind if she actually was sent to jail. Her parting words still left me with fear. I knew the old Kate and not the new one, so I didn’t know what to expect from her.

  Shaking the depressing thoughts away, I filled a glass with lemonade before making my way outside. I paused behind him and watched as he raised the axe over his head. It slammed into the wood seconds later, making it split in half. Stephen grabbed the wood and dumped it onto the pile before turning. He paused.

  “Thought you might want some lemonade,” I said as I held up the glass.

  He pulled the gloves from his hands and dropped them on the grass. “Thank you,” he muttered.

  I nodded as I watched him drink. A drop of sweat dropped from his hair onto his shoulder and slowly started to trail down. It got caught on one of his nipples.

  “Alia?”

  My eyes snapped up to his. “What?”

  “Are you okay?” he asked softly. “If my friends betrayed me, I would be devastated.”

  “And if your brother betrayed you?”

  He was silent for a few minutes before answering my question. “If Nathan ever betrayed me, then I would believe he had a reason for it.”

  Stephen sat down on a wooden stump and then gripped my hands. I stepped closer. He pulled me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “Are they going to arrest her?”

  “They will present the evidence to her and give her a chance to come clean. If she still lies, she will be locked up until you press charges.”

  “Do I have to?”

  Stephen reached up and cupped my cheek. He ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “It’s your choice, baby. I can’t make that decision for you.”

  I nodded. Licking my lips, I leaned down to press them against his. A harmless kiss quickly led to something more. It left both of us breathless and wanting more. He gripped my hips as he stood to move under the tree. Stephen sat down and manoeuvred on his lap so I straddled him. His hands slipped beneath my shirt to stroke my back.

  “What did Nathan say to you?”

  “How do you know he said anything to me?”

  “I know my brother,” he said softly. “He’s not happy with me at the moment, and I don’t blame him.”

  “I heard what Kate said. What did she mean, Stephen?”

  His eyes seemed to glaze over for a few seconds. Stephen sucked in a breath before slowly letting it out. His eyes trailed over my face before moving past me. “I stayed with my mother until I was eight. Social services deemed her unfit, so they took me away from her.” His fingers started stroking my back again.

  “My mother had no family that I knew. I was put into the foster program. There were some shady people. Some were abusive, and some were good. I once stayed with a family that was very different from the others. They had adopted two other kids and were planning on a third. The woman got pregnant. That’s how I knew you were pregnant. She had the same changes to her body that you had.”

  “What happened?”

  “Shit happened. They decided not to adopt me since they already had a child of their own. I was sent back to the foster house. Two months later, they located my grandparents. I lived with them until they passed away. After that, I was sent back to the foster house. I was stuck there for a year before they found my father.” Stephen pulled me closer against him. “He didn’t want me.”

  He suddenly fell silent. I rubbed his shoulders to try to relax him. His body had tensed as soon as he mentioned his father.

  “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

  “I’ve gone through abuse since I was little, but living with my father was the worst.”

  “D-did he hit you?”

  “No. My father hated me, but he never hit me. He made sure I understood that I was never welcome in his house. I did everything I could just to piss him off.” He smirked at me. “I loved getting into fights at school just so they could call him away from work.”

  I stared at his face when he paused again. Stephen kept his face emotionless. His green eyes had turned cold.

  “My father didn’t abuse me.” He looked back at me. “His wife did. My stepmother abused me.”

  Tears filled my eyes when I saw the fear and pain flashing through his eyes. Reaching up, I pressed my hands against his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Stephen.”

  “She threatened me, so I kept silent until Nathan saw it. He helped me expose her. She was sent to jail, and that made my father hate me even more.” Stephen licked his lips. “He not only made my life hell but also Nathan’s. My father is a very, very bad man, Alia. He’s capable of a lot of things. I learned my lesson a long time ago.”

  “What lesson?” I whispered.

  His eyes trailed over my face before locking with mine. “That I would never be able to fall in love.”

  I frowned at him, but before I could ask any more questions, he caught my lips.

  “No more questions, baby. I have a few things on my mind that would be a lot better than talking.”

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Our moment was interrupted by Stephen’s phone ringing. He was called in for backup. That’s all he was willing to tell me. After a quick change of clothes and a kiss to the cheek, he left. Nathan arrived minutes later with some DVDs and junk food. I joined him in the living room after raiding Stephen’s music collection. Who knew a badass cop would be a country fan? Nathan and I stayed up watching movies until after midnight. When there was still no sign of Stephen, I started to worry.

  I was restless. Nathan had assured me numerous times that Stephen was fine. If something had happened, then someone would’ve already called. When the clock struck one, Nathan headed to bed. I changed the DVDs and made myself a cup of hot chocolate. My eyes started to close halfway through the movie. I laid down on the couch and pulled the blanket over me. Through the haze of sleep, I heard the front door open and close. Seconds later, the TV was switched off. I opened my eyes when I felt the blanket being pulled off. The living room was in darkness. All I could make out was the outline of the person hovering over me.

  “Stephen?”

  “Why are you sleeping on the couch, baby?” he questioned as he picked me up.

  “I was waiting for you.” I pressed my face against his neck. “I was worried.” Stephen stayed silent as he carried me into his room. He walked straight over to the bed and then lowered me. I clung to him, not wanting to let him go just yet.

  “Alia.”

  “I missed you. Stay with me.”

  His lips brushed my forehead. “I need to shower. I stink.”

  “Noo.” I gripped his neck tighter. “You smell really good.”

  Stephen chuckled. His hands gently loosened mine around his neck. I opened my eyes when he took a seat on the edge of the bed. “I’m going to take a quick shower, and then I’ll join you. Tomorrow we can do anything we want.”

  “You’re not working?”

  “No,” he muttered, stroking my cheek. “I asked for the day off so we can do something.”

  “Does that something involve you and me naked in bed?” I watched as his lips pulled up into a smile.

  Amusement filled his eyes. “Whatever you want, baby.”

  ***

  I shivered as I made my way downstairs. It was just after seven, and the sky was al
ready filled with dark grey thunderclouds. The wind was blowing strongly too. It was definitely going to rain today. I made myself a cup of coffee then slowly sipped it as I stared through the window. In the distance, lightning flashed. The faint sound of thunder filled my ears. The house was silent, which meant Nathan already left or he was still sleeping. Stephen wasn’t there when I woke up, so he must’ve been called into work again.

  The front door opened as I walked toward the stairs. I froze, staring wide-eyed as Stephen entered the house. He smirked at me as he pulled the earphones from his ears.

  “Morning, baby.”

  I was speechless. Stephen had just returned from his jog. Just like yesterday, his upper body was bare and covered in sweat. The black shorts hung low on his hips, which gave me a glimpse of his Calvin Klein boxers and that deep V. I sucked in air as my eyes trailed back up his body.

  “Stephen?”

  “Mm?” He paused in front of me.

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Right here?”

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  He smirked as he took as step closer. Big hands gripped my hips, but he didn’t pull me closer. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  Stephen stepped back. His eyes trailed down my body and then up again. Gripping my wrist, he led me over to the couch. Stephen threw some pillows onto the floor.

  “Get naked for me, baby,” he said softly.

  Without hesitation, I pulled the nightdress over my head. My fingers hooked in the band of my panties. I pushed them down my legs before stepping out of them. The moment I was naked, Stephen pulled me against his body. His lips caught mine as his hands gripped my ass. I moaned into his mouth. My hands gripped his shoulders as my knees weakened. Breaking the kiss, he pulled away.

  “Lie on the couch, baby.”

  I wasn’t sure how we were going to have sex on the couch. He wasn’t sitting down like I thought he would. I did as he ordered then stared up at him. He took a seat on the other end of the couch.

  “Spread your legs for me, Alia,” he said huskily.

  My cheeks heated as I slowly spread my legs apart. Stephen lowered his upper body and then gripped my thighs. I bit my lips as he traced my slit with a single finger.

  “So wet for me, baby,” he whispered.

  I stared up at the ceiling as he moved again. A second later, my sex was spread apart by his fingers. My body jerked when his tongue licked me. I’d read books about guys licking and tongue fucking woman, but I never expected him to do this to me. It felt way better than him fingering me. I moaned, reaching out to grip something. Stephen sucked my clit into his mouth while flicking it with his tongue.

  My mouth fell open when he pushed his thumb inside me. He slowly fingered me while he played with my clit. I reached down to bury my hand in his hair as I started grinding my hips against his mouth. One of his arms wrapped around my lower stomach to keep me still.

  “Oh God,” I moaned.

  My stomach tightened. Stephen entered another finger and started to fuck me faster. The moment he scraped his teeth against my clit, I cried out.

  “S-stop,” I breathed as he continued to lick my clit.

  He pulled back and then surprised me by grabbing my hips and turning me onto my stomach. His hands on my hips pulled my ass up in the air.

  “Brace yourself, baby. I’m going to fuck you,” Stephen said hoarsely.

  I pushed myself onto my hands before glancing at him over my shoulder. Stephen moved onto his knees and then placed his legs on either side of mine. He tugged me back slightly. His eyes were focused on my ass and exposed pussy.

  “You’re a sight for sore eyes, baby.”

  His hands trailed up my thighs to my ass. Stephen squeezed my ass cheeks. I squealed when he suddenly spanked me. My mouth fell open but slammed shut again when he repeated the action.

  “This is what I will do next time you don’t do what I told you to do.”

  “You’re going to spank me?” I didn’t even recognize my own voice.

  “Yes, and then I’ll tie you to our bed until you beg me to stop.”

  He shifted over my body. His bare chest pressed against my back. One hand slid up over my ass to my hip and then over my stomach to cup my pussy. I moaned as he started fingering my clit. Another orgasm washed through me. Stephen pressed a kiss against my shoulder. His hand disappeared only to be replaced with his dick a few seconds later.

  “Are you ready for me, baby?”

  “Y-yes.” He continued to rub his dick against my pussy. “Stephen, please.”

  He chuckled. I sucked in air when the head of his dick pressed against my entrance. My body resisted, but he was persistent. He shifted his hips slightly, and then he was entering me slowly. Stephen groaned against my ear.

  “So fucking good, baby.”

  He stilled when he was fully inside me. Lips brushed my shoulders then my neck before slipping lower. One hand wrapped around my waist to keep me up as he slowly started moving. He withdrew almost all the way before slamming inside again. My head dropped. I was finding it hard to stay up. The sound of our skin slapping together, and our harsh breathing along with our moans, filled the silent house. I clenched around him.

  “Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” he questioned. “Do you like it when I spank this sexy ass?”

  I moaned when he slapped my ass. My legs and arms started to quiver. I was close. So fucking close.

  “Not yet, baby.” Stephen pulled out of me and then moved away. I whimpered, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder.

  “Lie down on your stomach,” he ordered softly.

  I lowered onto my elbows and then my stomach. Stephen gripped a pillow. He ordered me to raise my hips. The pillow slid beneath me so my lower body was slightly raised.

  “Move your hands behind your back,” he said softly.

  I hesitated but did as he ordered. Stephen gripped my hands and placed them on my ass.

  “Spread your ass cheeks for me, baby.”

  My cheeks heated. I gripped my ass and spread it for him.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he muttered.

  I moaned as he slowly entered me again. His hands came down over mine when he started to move. He kept his pace slow but made sure to twist his hips. The action caused him to rub against that spot deep inside me. His chest covered my back again. One hand gripped my ponytail and tugged. The other hand moved to my throat, forcing my head back. His lips came down on mine. The fact that he was being rough only made me feel hotter. His tongue mimicked the motion of his dick inside me. I moaned.

  “Not yet, baby,” he said hoarsely.

  “P-please,” I cried. “Stephen.” My nails dug into my skin when he started to speed up.

  “Who am I?”

  “Stephen.” My hand slipped from my ass. I cried out when his hand came down hard.

  “Who am I?” he asked harshly.

  A whimper fell from my lips. I was trying to think of what he meant, but my mind was only filled with pleasure. I squeezed my eyes shut as my muscles clenched around him.

  “Call me daddy, baby,” Stephen breathed.

  His lips caught mine again just as his hand came down on my ass. I pulled my lips away from his.

  “Daddy,” I cried out as my orgasm hit.

  His arms slipped beneath my body to grip my breasts. “Who am I?”

  “Daddy,” I whispered.

  His movements became jerky as his hold tightened.

  “You’re daddy, Stephen.”

  He groaned against my shoulder. His body shuddered against mine. Another orgasm started to build as he continued to move. Seconds later, I cried out again with Stephen following me. He drew out our orgasms by still moving. My head dropped onto my arms when he stilled. He came down on top of me but kept most of his weight off me. His lips brushed my shoulder and then my neck.

  “We should go take a shower.”

  “You’re going to hav
e to carry me. My legs feel like jelly.”

  He chuckled. “Did I blow you away?”

  “Always.”

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  I smoothed my hands down my sides as I stared at myself in the mirror. The dress was a simple red wrap around that I paired with some tights and black ankle boots. I didn’t bother with makeup.

  “We need to go, Alia,” Stephen called from the room.

  With one last glance, I walked out of the bathroom. Stephen stood in the doorway staring down at his feet. I took the time to study him. This was the first time I’d seen him wear a suit. He looked fucking sexy. His hair was combed back neatly. I liked it more when it was messy.

  “You look beautiful, baby,” Stephen said softly.

  “So do you.” I smiled.

  I grabbed my purse and then followed him downstairs. Muttering a bye to Nathan, we exited the house. Instead of taking the truck like I thought we would, Stephen led me to a sleek silver car. I felt extremely nervous. My mother had called earlier today to invite us to dinner. She had said that it was important and that everyone would be there. We were meeting at one of the fancy restaurants in town.

  “What do you think this is about?”

  He shrugged as he glanced at me. “I don’t know, baby. It could be about anything.”

  I clutched my bag on my lap. My eyes were focused on the passing houses, but my mind was miles away. This had to be about that weekend they went away. It was the only reason I could think of. I turned to stare at Stephen. He ran a hand through his hair, which messed it up. His grip on the steering wheel was almost deadly. He looked just as nervous as me. Half an hour later, Stephen parked at the curb. He cut the engine but didn’t get out.

  “Your aunt and uncle were also invited,” he said softly. “I know it makes you uncomfortable to be around Michael and your real father.”

  “H-how?”

  Stephen reached for my hand. “Remember that night you took shots?”

  “Not really,” I said. “All I remember was taking the shots. After that, I remember nothing.”

  He pursed his lips. Stephen said nothing for a while. His thumb stroked my knuckles.