by Amy Davies
“I have Dex and you know it. I love Jay like a brother. He has always had my back and I have his. He deserves someone who wants him as much as he wants her and from what I can see,” I pause and take a deep breath, “he is better off without you. You will always hurt him, not on purpose sometimes, but most of the time. You have a lot of shit to sort through, Rach, but do not drag my brother down with you.”
“Brother?” I hear from behind me. I spin around to see Jay standing there, arms at his sides, fists clenched, breathing heavy. Dex is behind him with Phoebe in his arms, looking like a freaking sex god.
“Yeah, brother.” I nod.
“God, I love you Ads.” He comes into the room and wraps me up in his big arms. The girls ooo and ahhh at him. Most men would suck it up, like my man would, and he does.
“Hey, ladies, sexy tattooed bloke over here holding a baby.” He gestures towards him and Phoebe.
“Way to ruin the sentimental moment, Dexter.” I say his name with a shit load of sarcasm.
“I didn’t, I improved it.” He winks. “It was getting way too mushy in here anyway. Love you baby.” He walks into the room and over to me. He leans in and kisses my lips, tasting me like he always does. “Fucking delicious, babe. Here, your daughter was missing you.” He winks at me again.
“Just her daughter?” Lauren says.
“Well, her man too.” He hands Phoebe over to me and I laugh when I see what she is wearing. Dex smirks at me and everyone else looks at me like I am crazy. I hold onto Phoebe with one hand and wipe away my tears with the other. Bloody men. I turn Phoebe around so everyone can see the t-shirt she is wearing over her cute, little black baby leggings.
“Oh, Dex, really? Not you, too.” Penny chuckles as she says this.
“What? It is fucking perfect for my baby.”
Phoebe is wearing a pink t-shirt that says ‘18 years until my first tattoo’ in a white funky font, with a white candy skull under it. The girls in the room all gush over how cute she is. Dex even put a small pink bow in her hair. I love running my fingers through her soft, jet black hair. While the girls fawn over Phoebe, I chance a look at Jay and Rachel. They are in the corner having what looks like a heated conversation. Jay lifts his head and looks at me and shakes his head before he pulls her out of the room. I bring my gaze back to Dex and he shakes his head as well, he feels the same as I do. We both want what is best for Jay and at this moment, I don’t think it is Rachel.
I keep my gaze on the door, until I feel the sofa dip next to me. I turn my head and my eyes meet Dex’s. He smiles and leans in and kisses the tip of my nose. God, I love this man with all my heart. My smile matches his. I drink him in; his dark eyes, his perfect bone structure. I can clearly see that he has stamped Phoebe well.
“I love you, baby. More than you can ever imagine. You and Phoebe hold my heart, and you hold the power to fucking obliterate me. I beg you not to do it. I beg you hold onto me forever and I will never let you go. I will cherish you until my last breath.” He leans in and places a feather light kiss on my lips. I can’t help but lick my bottom lip, hoping to savour any trace of flavour he has left behind. His words hit me in the heart, right in the center. Bullseye, baby.
“Okay, are you going deep again?” He has laid these words on me a few times now and each time takes my breath away.
“You like me deep, babe.” He winks at me.
“Ha. Ha. Okay, you got me there.” I wink at him as Lauren gags. “Piss off, you like Joe deep. You have told me, on more than one occasion, just how deep that man can get. And believe me, it is so bloody hard to look that man in the eyes after the things you have told me. You should really write a sick, twisted sex book.” I wink at Lauren and we burst out laughing.
“Oooo I could totally fucking do that,” she says, pulling her phone out of her bag. She swipes her finger across the screen and starts tapping furiously.
“What are you doing now?” I ask her. Truly scared at what she has planned.
“Taking notes, bitch. This is way too good to pass up.” She looks around the room, looking at all the girls. “Okay, bitches, give me the dirtiest, sexiest sex stories you can. Then I will twist it and make it better,” she says, sliding forward in her seat, wait patiently for the girls to cough up their juicy stories.
“I am saying nothing. Liam would flip out if I told you our bedroom activities.” Penny is the more reserved one of our group, but I love her all the same. We all laugh at her because we know that she is full of shit, Liam would be more than happy to tell us how he makes her scream his name every night.
“Bollocks,” Dex coughs into his hand, trying to hide the word. Penny turns her icy gaze to him. I love the ‘mum glare’. I am going to have to learn that, not just for Phoebe but for these boys as well. Damn, I wish I had learned it years ago; I could have done so much damage with them. I giggle to myself and snuggle into Dex’s side.
“What are you giggling at, bitchface? I am pretty sure you and that beast have some sexy stories to share with us.”
“Well, there was this one time when…” I elbow him in the ribs to shut him up.
“Dex, really? Our daughter is in the room. Get a grip will you.”
“I will if you come upstairs with me.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and grips his dick.
“Bloody pervert,” I mutter. Dex leans in and kisses my cheek. I snuggle back into him and watch as Penny talks to my daughter. She rubs their noses together, and Penny talks to her in a baby voice which is funny, but cute at the same time. She places Phoebe on her shoulder and gently rubs her back, burying her nose in the baby’s hair. Yeah, my baby girl smells amazing. I love to use the lavender baby powder. Dex loves it too. Penny sighs and settles herself into the cushions and snuggles with my baby girl. Her gaze catches mine and she smiles back at me. The love pouring out of Penny shows clearly on her face. She may be small, but she loves fiercely. Liam, Connie and Knox are evidence of that.
“God, I can’t wait to meet this little girl. I remember when Connie was born. As bittersweet as that day was, I fell in love with that baby girl as soon as I saw her. Jody would be so bloody proud of her if she was here to see her. Even the late night feeds and all the illnesses were worth it. You will see that with this little girl. Treasure every second with her. They grow up in the blink of an eye.”
“Yeah, and her first boyfriend will be knocking on the door to take her to the cinema. In a dark room where no one will see him stick his tongue down her throat,” Lauren chimes.
“Like fuck will that happen!” Dex all but bellows from beside me. Phoebe lets out a shriek at the loudness of her dad’s voice. “Shit.” Dex jumps up and carefully takes Phoebe from Penny’s arms. He rocks back and forth, soothing her; one large hand under her bum and the other holding her head to his chest.
“Shhh, baby. Daddy’s got you. Shhhhh.” I swoon. Can I still swoon over my man? I should be used to him by now, right? I can’t take my eyes off him while he soothes our daughter.
“Boom. Exploding ovaries over here. Damn it, Dex the Flex,” Lauren says, in a dreamy voice that is way out of character for Lauren. I laugh out loud. I have never seen Lauren like this; she is normally a hard, cocky and mouthy bitch. But here she is, gushing over my man being the perfect dad.
“Oi, wench. Get your own man to make your ovaries explode. He is mine.”
“Oh I will. Joe is in for one hell of a night.” She bounces her perfectly plucked brows at me. I’m not surprised really. Poor Joe’s dick.
A door slamming drags us from our moment. Heavy footsteps come down the stairs. Jay appears at the living room door, looking flushed but pissed the fuck off. His hair is a tad messy which means that someone, meaning Rachel, has run her fingers through it. He has the ‘just-fucked’ look going on. Rachel stops behind him but says nothing. He senses her, that much I can see, but he doesn’t move out of her way. She huffs and barges past him. She walks over to Penny and kisses her head and whispers in her ear. Penny nods as Rachel pick
s her bag up and leaves without a word.
“She will never fucking learn,” Dex says, from his position over by the window, overlooking the water.
“Leave it, Dex,” Jay says. “I’m gonna go. I need to shower and pop into the shop to see if Luke needs a hand. Oh and Ads, that girl rang again, she wants to know when you are back because she wants her piercing done.” I nod my head.
“Okay, I will ring her tomorrow and set up an appointment. Jay…” I say his name in a tone that makes the room temperature chill, and his eyes snap to mine.
“You deserve more.” The words hit their mark. He nods his head and leaves the house.
I look at Penny and she offers me a small smile. I look towards Dex and he has a look that a concerned brother would be wearing. Our eyes speak volumes to each other. No words are needed. Jay needs to let this one go, for his own sake.
“Yessssss,” Addy cries out as I brush my thumb over her very overly sensitive clit. My girl needs to come - hard. She has been in a bitchy mood lately; we fought over her going back to work at Castle Ink. I think it is too soon, but she doesn’t. I need her to climax so fucking hard that she sees stars or blacks out again. That made my fucking whole life, seeing her climax so hard that she passed the fuck out for over ten minutes. I actually thought I had killed her. Death by orgasm.
“You like that, baby? You like my cock pounding into you?”
“YES,” she screams out. Thank fuck we put Phoebe in her own room, or my baby girl would be cock-blocking me right now.
Baby monitors: best invention ever.
I keep my rhythm up, our breathing getting heavier with every thrust. I pull almost all the way out and slam back into her. My death-grip on her hips is going to leave a bruise, I am pretty bloody sure of it. Her walls clamp down around my dick and I can’t stop the growl from leaving my throat. “Fuuuuuuuck.”
“Oh, God. Yesssss,” she cries out again. I press harder as she convulses around my shaft. My hips snap and I slam into her over and over again. My tempo falters as my balls decide now is the time to empty into her wet, hot pussy. Nothing feels as good as her sweetness wrapped around my cock. Our breath mixes together as I lower my body over hers, but not enough to crush her. But my Ads has other ideas. She finds the energy to pull my body down on hers, her amazing tits pressed against my solid chest. Most girls don’t like sweaty men, but Addy loves it when I am sweaty, especially when we are in bed. She says that it makes me hotter. Fuck, knows if that can happen but I will take her word for it.
“What time is your first appointment today? I told Luke I will pop in early and do his piercing for him,” Addy says. Fucking really?
“Baby, I really don’t want to talk about Luke when my cock is still buried inside you.” I slowly pull my semi-soft dick out of her warmth and lay next to her. Resting my head on my hand, I look down at her. “Now that’s better. I am going in by ten-thirty. What time did you tell Luke?” I ask her, tracing the waves on her left arm. I love her tattoos, just like she loves mine. We talked last week about having Phoebe’s name tattooed on us. We both want the same design. So Addy got drawing and came up with the perfect design. We are having them done today, but Addy doesn’t know yet. Luke doesn’t need help with anything; it was just a ploy to get her to the studio. What Addy doesn’t know is that we are having our matching tattoos done as well.
“I told him I would come to the studio by nine-thirty. You may as well get a lift in with me. I am taking Phoebe in with me today, and I think you would want to be there the first time your daughter goes to her first tattoo studio.”
“Hell yeah, I want to take her to her first tattoo studio. Are you sure you are not rushing back to work? You can take all the time you need, Ads,” I tell her. She doesn’t need to work, but I know she loves her job. There is no harm in us taking tink to work with us, between all of us she will be watched over all the time. But I just feel like she is rushing back too soon. She had a baby just seven weeks ago. It takes its toll on a woman’s body.
“I will be fine, babe. I will take it easy okay? Plus, I am only going in to pierce Luke’s client. That’s it, just one. So I will be fine. Come on, we need to shower before Pheebs wakes up.” I stay exactly where I am and watch the woman I love climb out of our bed, naked as the day she was born; her perfectly round arse bearing my hand print from our earlier shag-fest. My dick stirs under the blanket, telling me that I am far from finished with my woman. So shower sex it is. I jump from the bed, my now hard cock bobbing as I make my way over to Addy. She squeals when I grab her around the waist and carry her the short distance into our en-suite.
“Shower time, babe. Let’s get you all clean so I can dirty you up all over again.” Addy giggles as I lower her to her feet. I lean over and start the shower, adjusting the temperature to what I know Ads loves. I turn to face her and find her eye-fucking me, biting her bottom, already swollen, lip from or earlier kisses. I step towards her, noticing her breathing has picked up again. I love seeing her tits rise and fall when she is panting over me, but our tiny, little cock-blocker decides to let us know she is in dire need of her parents’ attention. Addy laughs and climbs into the shower. Yeah, I see how it is. Witch face.
“Your turn, Daddy,” she winks at me. I fake scowl at her and walk out of the bathroom. I pull open the second drawer down on the chest of drawers and pull out a pair of cotton pajama trousers. I can’t exactly go and get my baby girl with my dick at full salute. I try and think of things to make it go down.
Dead puppies.
Zombies.
Margaret Thatcher.
Old people kissing.
Yeah, that does it. My dick is going to hate me later. I walk out of our bedroom and towards my girl’s room, the plush carpet feeling soft under my feet. I wanted hardwood flooring but nope, Miss Addy put her foot down. I slowly open the door to Phoebe’s room, her little whimpers coming from her cot. I love her room, between me and the boys we did fucking good.
I painted Phoebe’s name in bright pink on the one white wall. Jay added a glow in the dark wall. He painted clouds and stars on the wall where tink’s cot sits. In the light, it looks white and blue with a dash of pink. The rest of her room has a star and princess theme. Addy and Connie added a shit load of fairy lights around the room, it looked amazing, but then Luke came in and added his touch. He added a black princess crown to Phoebe’s name, that I painted. He added some black birds to Jay’s clouds. Black stars and hearts were added around the room. The best thing he did was add a family tree over by the bay window. It is fucking stunning. Everyone’s names have been added, including his own. He is part of the Castle Ink family now.
Walking over to Phoebe’s cot, I see her whimpering. Her eyes filled with unshed tears, but she settles some when she sees me. She has this uncanny way of knowing when one of us is close to her. I bend over and pick my baby girl up.
“Ooo Daddy’s girl wants attention, huh?” I cradle her to my bare chest; it is one of her favourite things to do. Phoebe loves skin to skin contact. It soothes her. “Let’s get you ready for your first trip to Castle Ink. Maybe you can spend some time with uncle Jay while I get some ink down on Mum.”
I pull up outside Castle Ink and turn off the car. Both Addy and me climb out and Addy gets Phoebe out of the car while I go to the boot and get her pram out. We are not those type of parents that constantly hold their child. Don’t get me wrong, if that works for you then great, but I want my daughter to learn that she can’t get away with everything. She has to learn that we, as parents, are in control. So she will lie in her pram while we work. We don’t jump the second she makes a noise, we wait. If we react every time she whimpers then she will learn that we come running when she makes a sound. There is no way my daughter is turning into a spoilt brat. I click the pram into place and put the baby bag on the handle. Addy carries Phoebe into the studio and the cooing starts. There are a few clients waiting around for us, and I love it. I fucking love seeing Castle Ink busy with clients, it fills my b
ody with pride to see that the risk that Jay and I took is finally paying off.
“And who is this beautiful little girl?” one girl asks, she can’t be more that twenty-one.
“This is Phoebe. Mine and Dex’s daughter,” Addy says, with so much pride in her voice. The girl strokes tinks head, and does that baby-talk thing that women do. My daddy pride beams with all these women fawning over my daughter.
“Oh my God, she is so bloody adorable. You two did good. Dex, she looks just like you,” she says, without taking her eyes off my baby. Well, not only is my daughter a cock-block when it comes to her mum, but now she is blocking my attention from the ladies. Damn it.
“I do not look adorable. I am downright fucking sexy. As in, manly sexy. Alpha male sexy. Just sexy, damn it,” I pout and walk over to the reception desk. I hear chuckles coming from behind me but I ignore them. Bloody woman, calling me adorable. Bollocks to that shit. I spin the appointment book around to see how the day is looking. I see that we have very little spaces left for walk-ins, which is fucking epic. I see the black that Jay added for me and Addy, so I quickly turn the book back around before she can see it.
I feel a hand slide around my waist; her body flush to my back. Her hands slowly slide under my t-shirt. Today I put on our newly designed Castle Ink shirt, courtesy of Addison Cole. Her hands are warm and soft as they glide over my abs. Her fingernails scrape over my heated skin, causing shivers to ripple through my body. Her smell takes over my senses; it is a natural smell and all Addy. She doesn’t use a lot of perfume or body spray but when she does, she uses FCUK, Friction. I place my hands over hers, halting her movements.
“I really don’t think you should be doing that. My girlfriend is here today and she will beat my arse if she sees you touching me. She can’t know about us,” I say, acting all serious. Her fingernails scrape across my abs again, making my dick jump in my jeans. But now is so not the fucking place to turn me on.
“Well, I am pretty sure I can take your girl on in a fair fight. You’re worth it, Dex. So, what do you say we slip into the back room and christen the couch back there?” she whispers against my back. I don’t think about answering her, I take her hand and lead her to the back room. I love playing this game with her; it gets her all hot and bothered.
