Behind The Book (Sexy Series 2)

by Heather Dahlgren

  “Take me to bed.” Fuck, that’s something that doesn’t need to be said twice. We go into the bedroom and she closes the door. “Blake, I know you’re the one who always says you will show me with your body how I make you feel, but tonight, I think we can both do that.” We slowly pull each other’s clothes off, and when I help pull my shirt over my head, she gasps. She is only in her bra and panties and I’m in my boxers, so I lead her to the bed and lift her on. I lie on top of her and smile.

  “This tattoo is for you, London. It’s a reminder that you can always trust me.” She kisses it and it makes my cock painfully hard.

  “Blake, this means more to me than flowers, or plane tickets, or reminders of our first date. This—” She traces it with her finger. “—this is our past, present, and future.” I kiss her while I reach over for a condom. When I have it, I toss it on the bed and break the kiss.

  “Damn right, it is.” I begin kissing her body, loving the feel of her skin on mine. I unhook her bra, pull it off, and then suck on her tits. She moans and I can’t even wait another minute. I run my hand down her body and slide it into her panties to see how wet she is. “Fuck, you are so ready for me.” I get her panties off as well as my boxers and roll on the condom. I pin her hands above her head, looking in her honey eyes. “I told you I wouldn’t be able to wait and I can’t. Are you all right with that?” She nods her head, never breaking eye contact.

  “Yes.” I don’t want to slam into her, so I slowly push in, stretching her with every inch. “Oh God.” When I’m completely in, I still for a minute so she can get used to me again, and honestly, so I don’t come right now. She feels so incredible wrapped around me. “Move, Blake.” Not wanting to disappoint her, I start to move and it feels surreal. It’s been so long, I feel like I’ve been dying of thirst and finally got a drink. My body is overcome with the need for my release.

  “Fuck, London. I’m not going to last, it’s been too long.” I pick up my pace and she digs her nails into my hand. She’s moaning, but still hasn’t broken eye contact. I feel her tightening around me, and I let out a moan. “I feel you…fuck, do I feel you. Let go, baby, let your body feel it.” I reach down and rub her clit, and seconds later, she’s screaming my name, causing me to follow her right over the edge. “Oh fuck, London.” We ride out our orgasms, and I lean down to kiss her, letting go of her hands. She runs them into my hair, and I hold onto the sides of her face. When we are both breathless, I pull back. “So fucking good.” She runs her hands down my arms and across my chest, tracing my tattoo again. “Next time, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” She giggles and I get up to get a washcloth for her.

  We decide to call it an early night, and we stay in bed, naked, wrapped around each other. She has her head on my chest and all is right again. “Blake?” I look down at her and she smiles. “I’d like to get that tattoo now.” Holy shit, I was not expecting that, but the thought of her perfect skin getting a tattoo is incredibly hot. I only hope I don’t end up fucking her on that table.

  “I’ll give him a call in the morning.” She falls asleep shortly after, but I stay awake and think of all the things possible I could do to her on that tattoo table. Fuck, I have one hell of a good imagination.

  ***

  After having the hottest wake-up sex ever, London hands me my phone and tells me to call Tony. I laugh, but hell, there isn’t a thing in this world she could ask me to do that I wouldn’t. I talk to him and he says we can come in tonight. I’m so thankful it’s Saturday because he has a finish-up tattoo and tells me to come in at nine o’clock. When I tell London, she is excited and nervous.

  We go to the beach for a while and hang out. She lets me rub oil all over her, which is not a good idea, because I got a hard-on that is easily visible through my swim trunks. She laughs and I lie on my stomach until it finally goes down. It’s such a relaxing day, followed by a kickass meal that London made. Now I sit on the couch waiting for her to finish getting ready so we can head over to Tony’s. She comes down the hallway and sucks the wind out of my lungs. She’s so fucking hot. She has on a pair of jeans and a cut-off shirt that hangs off her shoulder, and her hair is in a very high ponytail. “Fuck, you are hot.” She laughs and sits down next to me.

  “You’re pretty fucking hot yourself.”

  I kiss her, and when she runs her hand up my chest, I can feel it shaking. I pull back and glance at her. I move my hand to cover hers and grin. “It’s not that bad. The worst part is the noise of the machine, but you’ll get used to that. Plus, I’ll be there to hold your hand. I won’t let him hurt you.” She gives me a forced smile and nods. “Are you sure you want to do this? We don’t need to do it now.”

  She stands up and steps into her flip flops that are by the couch. “I’m doing this. Come on.” I smile and get up. We go out to my truck and I help her in. I climb in and she stares at me. “Seriously, can’t you get a smaller truck?” We both laugh as I start it.

  “Seriously, why are you so short?” We keep up the joking the entire ride. I don’t want her to be nervous, but it is her first tattoo. She doesn’t know what to expect, and that is the scariest part. When we pull into the parking lot, I notice her take a deep breath. I get out and help her out of the truck. She grabs my hand tightly and we walk to the door. I hold it open for her and we walk in. I tell her to sit down while I go to the back to get Tony. He’s sitting in his office, and I knock before I walk in.

  “Hey, Blake.” He gets up and we do the guy hug thing. “Where’s your lady?” I smile when he says it and lean against the wall.

  “She’s out there. Listen, she’s really fucking nervous, so try not to hurt her.”

  He laughs and smacks my arm. “I won’t purposely hurt her, but I can’t promise it won’t hurt. Where does she want it?”

  Shit, I never bothered to ask, what an asshole. “Honestly, I didn’t ask. Just try not to hurt her.” He laughs again and tells me to go get her and bring her to the room in the back. I go into the waiting room, and she’s talking to another girl that is sitting next to her. I walk over and she smiles at me. “Ready?” She grins at me and stands up. She tells the girl it was nice talking to her and grabs a hold of my hand again, crushing it. I lead her to the back room, and when we walk in, Tony is setting up. He glances up and stands when we walk in. “Tony, this is London. London, this is Tony.” They shake hands and London grabs mine right back.

  “So Blake told me a little bit about what you want, but how about you tell me what you want and where you want it?”

  She takes a deep breath and squeezes my hand. “I want a peacock feather with the word ‘awakening’ and I want it under my right boob.”

  I turn my head to her, and she grins up at me. “Your boob? Are you serious?” Tony is laughing, pulling out drawing paper, and she shakes her head.

  “Not on my boob, under it.”

  Oh, what the fuck. “You do realize that Tony is going to see your tits now, right?” He laughs so hard that it makes her giggle, and I want to stop the jealous feeling I have, but fuck, Tony is about to see her tits.

  “Hey, Blake, you do realize that I see tits every day, right? Some of them I even pierce.”

  London laughs and I shake my head. “Shut the hell up.” I peek down at her and she gives me a sad face. Oh fuck. “All right, I’m sorry. If that’s where you want it, Tony will just have to keep his eyes closed.” She laughs and I pull her in for a hug. “I’m kidding, baby. I think it will look fucking hot there.” I can tell that is exactly what she wanted to hear when she lets out a breath into my chest.

  “All right, give me a minute to draw something up. I’ll be right back.” He leaves and London gets up on the table. I show her the tattoo gun and the ink and tell her exactly what is going to happen. She’s nervous as hell, and I wish I could make her relax, but until he starts, there is no way. After a while, Tony comes back in with a few different sketches and he shows them to her.

  “Holy shit. That one is exactly what I pictured.�
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  He smiles and tosses the other ones aside. “Blake, I think I need to tell you to relax before I tell her.” He raises his eyebrows and I nod. I know he is a professional. I just need to fucking chill out. “All right, London, I need you to take off your bra and lift your shirt up, so I can place the tattoo and show you what it will look like.” My heart is pounding when she lifts her shirt and has no bra on. She laughs when my eyes widen.

  “I knew where I wanted it, so I figured a bra was pointless.” Tony has her stand and places the tattoo exactly where she wants it, under her tit, and stands back to make sure it is straight. I glance over and my dick jumps when I see how fucking sexy it will be. She stares at it and when she smiles, I know it’s perfect.

  Tony has her lie on the table, and I move to the side to hold her hand. He explains everything to her and tries to keep her as calm as possible. When the machine turns on, she jumps, and I turn her face to me. “You need to lay still, baby, or it will be fucked up. Look at me.” She keeps her head turned to me, and I know exactly when he touches her with the needle. She closes her eyes tightly and bites her lip. I lean down and start talking into her ear. “Baby, I’m right here. Just relax. You’ll get used to the feeling soon. Focus on my voice.” I try my hardest to keep her attention off the noise and pain, but every once in a while, she bites her lip hard.

  “You’re doing awesome, London. This is one kickass tattoo. What’s the story behind it?” She opens her eyes and stares at me. I grin and focus on Tony.

  “She’s an author, and it’s part of a book she wrote.” She gives me a sad smile for coming up with the lie so quickly. She didn’t need to tell me what it meant, I know. She was awakened when we got together, physically and emotionally. I give her a wink and she smiles.

  Before long, Tony tells her she is done, and I couldn’t be more proud of her. She handled it like a fucking champ. He helps her up and she covers her tits, thank God, as he tells her to check it out in the mirror. She immediately starts crying, and I walk over and give her a side hug. She’s going to be sore, and I don’t want to make it worse. “Baby, that looks sexy as hell.” She grins at me and I wipe her tears.

  “Tony, thank you so much. I absolutely love it.” He tells her how to care for it and puts the ointment on, and before long, we are heading home. Once we’re there, she throws her arms around me and smiles. “You know what this tattoo really means, right?”

  I kiss her and rest my head on hers. “Of course I do.”

  She kisses my chest and stares up at me. “Good. Now holy shit, I need this shirt off.” She pulls it over her head, and I can’t help but stare at how amazing her tattoo is. It suits her perfectly. It was like her body was missing something and now it is complete. I am so damn lucky to be a part of her forever now. It’s an honor I’ll never take for granted. London is my world and now she has a tattoo to prove it.

  Chapter Nineteen

  London

  It’s been two weeks since I got my tattoo and I fucking love it. It hurt like hell, but every time I see it, I say it was worth the pain. I love it and I’m so proud of myself for finally having the courage to do it. Without Blake, I definitely wouldn’t have, but he has changed me so completely, and I feel like I can do anything I want as long as I have him.

  Today, we are flying to South Carolina, and I’m so excited to show him where I grew up. I’m not thrilled to hash it out with my parents, but thankfully, Blake got us a hotel room so we don’t need to stay with them. I talked to my mom the other day, and even though she apologized, I’m just having a hard time letting it all go. It’s not something that I can forgive right away. It’s going to take years to rebuild our relationship, and I don’t think it will ever be what it once was.

  “London, are you sure you packed everything?” I look at him and laugh. We’re on our way to the airport. What if I did forget something? It’s too late now. Plus, he’s asked me a hundred times.

  “Yes, again, I packed everything. Stop acting like we’re flying to a place that doesn’t have stores. If we forgot anything, we can always pick it up.” He laughs and reaches over to rest his hand on my thigh. “I can’t believe you didn’t want Jax to drive us to the airport. I hate that you’re going to leave your truck here.”

  “No, I’d rather have my truck here waiting for us. It will be fine.” The rest of the ride is quiet, and as we park at the airport, I feel butterflies in my stomach at the thought of going home. He helps me out of the truck, and we make our way into the airport. After going through security and checking our bags, we sit to wait for our flight. “You all right? You haven’t said much.”

  I lay my head on his shoulder, and he puts his hand on my thigh. “I’m fine, just a little nervous about going home. I want to show you where I grew up, but I’d rather not deal with my parents.”

  He kisses my head and squeezes my thigh. “They can’t be any worse than they were in the hospital.” It makes me laugh and he sighs. “Listen, if they are assholes again, we just leave. We do have a hotel room, and I intend to fuck you on every surface of it.” Just like that, my thoughts are no longer on my parents. Damn, he’s good.

  They call our flight a few minutes later, and the next thing I know, we’re landing in South Carolina. The flight seemed to go by in the blink of an eye. Blake, of course, had the eye of every girl, and I just sat back and smiled. They can look all they want because his heart belongs to me.

  After getting our bags and getting our rental car, we head toward the hotel. “Seriously, could this car be any smaller? What the fuck?” I can’t help laughing at him. It’s not a small car. He’s just used to his fucking ginormous truck.

  “I told you I would have driven.”

  He glances over at me and laughs. “Like you driving would make this car bigger.” We laugh and I turn to stare out the window. It’s amazing, after not being here for so long, how everything is exactly the same. I smile and realize I’m home.

  We get to the hotel and end up falling asleep for a few hours. When we get up, we both shower, and with my stomach in knots, we drive to my parents’ house. I give him directions, and when we’re at the driveway, I feel tears in my eyes. “Wow, nothing has changed.” I whisper it to myself, but Blake reaches over and holds my hand. I glance over at him and he smiles.

  “Everything has changed.” He’s right, it has. I nod and he drives down the long driveway until the house comes in view. “London, it is beautiful here.”

  “It really is.” We get out of the car and walk hand in hand up to the door. I knock once and walk in. I let go of his hand and spin around. It’ is like walking back in time. Everything is exactly the same. The pictures, the furniture, the paint color, even the welcome rug are still the same. It’s not a big house. It’s only a little bigger than Blake’s. The only reason it feels bigger is the bedrooms are upstairs. I walk over to the mantel and laugh, picking up a paperweight I made in elementary school. I can’t believe they kept this. Blake walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “I made this in like third grade.”

  He kisses my shoulder and rests his chin on it. “Wow, that’s a great…” He tries to figure out what it is and I laugh.

  “It’s a paperweight.”

  He chuckles and moves to stand next to me. “I think being an author is definitely more your thing.”

  “She was always creative.” We both turn around at the sound of my mom’s voice. “Laken, I wasn’t expecting you until after dinner.” When she calls me Laken, it makes my spine stiffen. I thought once everything was over with Axel, I would be able to use it again, but I can’t. It’s not who I am anymore. It doesn’t remind me of my happy childhood. It reminds me of how awful things got.

  “I wanted to show Blake the property. We’ll be going out for dinner.”

  She gives me a small smile and walks over to me. “I’m sorry. You can stay for dinner if you want.” She directs it toward me, not both of us, and I’m already regretting coming.

  “Mom, you do
realize that Blake is standing right here. You didn’t say hello to either of us.”

  She looks over at Blake and back to me. “Let me know if ya’ll will be staying for dinner.” She walks back to the kitchen and I shake my head.

  “It was a mistake coming here. She still thinks I fucked up my life, and she won’t even acknowledge you.”

  He grabs my hand and leads me out the front door. “Who gives a shit what she thinks? I don’t. I love you…hell, I fucking worship you…and if she isn’t willing to see that, she’s the one missing out.” How this man has the ability to make everything better is beyond me, but he does and I love him for it. I smile and pull on his hand for him to follow me. I lead him through the property, down my favorite trails, and to the little lake.

  “This is one of my favorite spots. I used to love jumping in here to cool off and then going over to the field.” I unbutton my shorts and let them fall to the ground and pull my shirt over my head.

  He looks at me and grins. He steps out of his jeans and t-shirt, and we smile at each other. “As beautiful as it is here, you are so much more.”

  I push up on my toes and kiss him. I don’t know how else to express the way he makes me feel. “Come on.” We walk to the edge of the lake and I start to walk in. It’s freezing, but then again, it always was.

  He follows behind me and groans when he realizes how cold it is. “Holy shit, baby, this is freezing.”

  I laugh and swim out until I can no longer touch the bottom. “Come on, you’ll get used to it.” He shakes his head but swims out to me. “See, it isn’t so bad.”

  He pulls me to him and kisses me. “Yes, it is.”