Dex: Castle Ink #1

by Amy Davies

  “Watch, Phoebe for me, dude,” I say as we pass Jay, who is holding Phoebe, surrounded by a gaggle of gushing women. “And stop using my daughter to pick up girls.”

  “Hey, that’s what uncles do,” he shouts back. Knobhead, using my daughter to get pussy. I push open the door and all but throw Addy onto the black couch. She is panting again and I fucking love it. Her tits are almost popping out of her black vest she is wearing with her slogan on it, yet again. Damn, she loves them. Today hers says. ‘Big boobed and tattooed’; I fucking love it. Her long black maxi skirt will only deter me for so long.

  “Skirt up. Arse out, baby. I need you from behind. I need to pound into you,” I say, unbuckling my belt and opening my jeans. I don’t bother taking them off, just pushing them down far enough to release my cock and balls. “Fast and hard, baby. Bend over.”

  “But, what about your other girlfriend?” Addy says, trying to look all coy.

  “Game time is over, baby. Bend the fuck over,” I growl out as I step up to her. I push her skirt further up her back, showing me her perfect arse. The arse that I am about to spank the shit out of.

  “Lock the door, Dex.”

  “Nope. They would be fucking stupid to walk back here when they know what I am about to do to my woman.” I pull her knickers to one side and a slide my fingers over her wetness.

  “Already wet for me, baby. You want this as much as I do.”

  “I can’t get enough of you, Dex. Fucking hell. Fuck me,” she moans, as I strum her clit. But I know we don’t have time for our kind of foreplay, so I line my cock up at her waiting pussy and slam home. Because that is what Addy is for me. Home. Sounds of our skin slapping against each other fills the space of the back room, this room has seen plenty of shag-fests before today. I lift my hand and bring down on her creamy bare arse. The sound from the slap and Addy’s loud moan resonates through the room, and my dick jerks inside of her. I am close; this is how much she gets me riled up. Her walls tighten around my dick and my release hits like a wrecking ball. Fucking hell.

  “Fuuuuuck,” I growl. I rest my forehead on Addy’s back, our breathing matching in intensity. I take in a few more deep breaths and slowly pull myself out of Addy, her little whimpers make my softening dick react. Damn, will I ever get enough of this woman? I hope the fuck not. She is going to make my dick jerk until I take my last breath. Old and rocking together in the nursing home, me being the horny old bastard that will have his grandkids bring him little blue pills to get it up and fuck their grandmother. I chuckle to myself and walk over to the storage cabinet. I dig around and find a pack of baby wipes. Opening it I take a few out and clean my dick off. Then I walk over to my girl who is still in the same position, except she is now kneeling in the floor.

  “My legs gave out. Bloody hell, Dexter.” I laugh. I love her saying my full name. Also, I fucking love seeing the state I leave her in once I have made her come hard. I kneel down behind her and clean her up, once I have done that I throw the used wipes in the bin next to the couch.

  “Baby, what do you say we go and see what the boys are doing with our daughter?” I say, standing and tucking myself away and helping Addy to her feet. I stand back and watch as she rights her clothes, loving the way she looks thoroughly shagged. She runs her hands down her skirt once and looks up at me, her smile takes over her face and I can’t help but fall in love with her more.

  “Yep. Let’s get it done. I think we need to save our daughter from being used by her darling uncle.”

  “Good point.” I take her soft, small hand in my rough, large hand and pull her back out the front to get Phoebe and to get our designs started. Addy still doesn’t know what my surprise is yet, I seriously can’t wait to see her face. As soon as I open the door, the applause starts. Addy wraps her free arm around my bicep and buries her face my shoulder, laughing.

  “Fuckers,” I say to the crowd of friends that are standing there clapping like a bunch of stoned Sea Lions. I pull on Addy’s hand and we make our way down to the guys. I see that Luke is now holding Phoebe. Jay is leaning against the reception desk, smirking at us. I shake my head and stop a few feet from my brother. I look down at Addy and wink, then back to my brother and Luke.

  “You're welcome, fuckers. You could learn a few things from me.”

  I look between the three lads standing in front of me. All three of them are smirking at each other and then they all turn their attention towards me. Now if I was a normal woman, which I am clearly not, I would be weirded out by these three sexy looking guys staring at me like they have big plans to devour me. But fuck they look hot. Now, that would be super wrong for me to think that about Jay that way, but come the fuck on ladies, he is as fine as his brother, and so is Luke. It just so happens that Dex is sexy as sin and he makes my pussy twitch. I am one lucky bitch that I get to work with these three every day.

  “What’s going on?” I ask the three. Jay and Luke turn their upper bodies and twist to look at Dex. I pop my hip and cross my arms, waiting for him to explain. But I get a smirk as a response. Yeah, I don’t think so. “Dexter.” I say his name in a tone that he knows I mean business. I have no bloody clue what is going on. But I know that with Dex, it can’t be that bad. I hope, anyway.

  “Luke didn’t need you to help out with a client today. It was just a ploy to get you here.” He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck. He is nervous. But why?

  “What has got you all nervous, Dex? Wouldn’t it be better to tell me rather than prolong the agony?” He looks confused, but Jay and Luke cough and splutter, trying to hide their laughter.

  “Agony?” Dex asks.

  “Yep. I can tell you now, if you don’t tell me the real reason as to why I am here, then Dex, you will suffer great agony.” I drop my eyes to his crotch. His hands automatically go to that area. I honestly can’t work out why we are here, he is being super secretive. Does he think I won’t like the reason? Luke nudges Dex with his shoulder, prompting him to just tell me. Dex scowls at him and then takes a deep breath. He looks at me and offers me a small smile, this is so not my Dex. He is worried.

  “You know how we talked about getting Phoebe’s name tattooed on us.” I nod my head. “Well, we are getting them today.” He stops talking and looks at me, waiting for my reaction.

  “Okay, and?”

  “Fucking hell, this shouldn’t be this scary but I have never done it before. I designed us matching tattoos and I want us to have them done today. They aren’t big or anything but it is something for us. We don’t have to or anything but-” I cut him off.

  “Matching tattoos? Are you serious? Oh my God. I thought you would never do that. I love the idea.” He keeps mumbling so I say his name again. "Dex." I say his name loud enough to stop him this time. He has never been like this. Ever. Dex is always the hard one. The cocky fucker of the boys. He never gets nervous and rambles.

  “God, I hope you never stumble over your words when we get married.” I slap my hand over my mouth and my eyes widen in shock. Dex’s shocked eyes meet mine. Jay and Luke choke from the side, but I pay them no attention. I stare at him but he doesn’t say or do anything. My heart kicks up a notch and beats crazy fast in my chest. I shake my head.

  “I didn’t mean that. Fuck. Dex, I’m sorry.” I go to reach for Phoebe; I need to get away from him. My fear of rejection washes over me and I need to leave. The need to run is taking over. Dex’s arm shoots out and stops my steps. I gasp and turn my head to face him.

  “Did you just ask me to marry you?” His voice is throaty.

  “I don’t think I-” He cuts me off.

  “Did you just ask me to marry you?” he says in a more demanding tone. I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I turn to see Jay and Luke walking away. Luke still holding Phoebe.

  “I don’t know.” I shake my head.

  “You don’t know? So you don’t want to marry me? The man you love and who loves you. The man who is your child’s father,” he states. Tears burn my eyes, but I
don’t let them fall. This is not how I saw my day going.

  “Umm,” I force out. The emotion is stopping me from speaking.

  “Did I fucking stumble?” he says. I still haven’t brought my gaze back to his out of pure fear of what I may see. Rough fingers grip my chin and turn my head so I have no choice but to look him in the eyes.

  “Do you love me?” I nod my head.

  “Do I love you?” I nod my head again, with no hesitation.

  “Did we create the most perfect baby on the fucking planet?” I nod.

  “Do you want to make more perfect babies with me?” I nod my head. Fuck, I feel like a nodding dog.

  “Do you, Addison Cole, want to marry me, Dexter Castle?” I try to look down but he stops me. He raises his eyebrows at me in question.

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “Well, if Carlsberg did proposals...” he responds. Huh? What the fuck?

  “You bastard!” I clench my fist and go to throw a punch, but he catches my fist before it connects with his jaw. He knows I will clock him good, he and Jay taught me how to defend myself years ago.

  “Whoa, what the fuck, Ads? I was joking. Damn, woman.” I fume in front of him. I step back, pulling my hand out of his firm grasp. The tears build again out of anger. I take another step back and confusion spreads across Dex’s face.

  “Fuck you, Dex. This is not some fucking game to me. This is my fucking life,” I scream at him. He steps forward but I lift my hand to stop him. “Stop. Just don’t. How could you hurt me like this? I’m done.”

  “What the fuck is going on out here? When we left you two were all lovey dovey and shit,” Jay says, jogging over to us.

  “Ask your fucking brother. I’m going to get Phoebe and then we are leaving.” I step around Jay, but Dex snatches my hand. His grip is solid; there is no getting out of this.

  “I was proposing to Addy here, but she took something the wrong way and blew the fuck up. Showing her distrust in me,” he growls. I took something the wrong way? What a fucking twat.

  “Are you seriously blaming me?” I fume.

  “Yeah, I am,” Dex states, putting his hands on his hips.

  “Tell your brother what you said to me.”

  “Dex, what the hell did you say?” Jay prompts. Dex explains what he said and Jay bursts out laughing. He punches Dex in the shoulder and shakes his head. Both Dex and myself look at Jay like he has grown another head. What the hell is he laughing about? His brother just fucking hurt me and here he is laughing at us.

  “Hey, knobhead, this is my life you are laughing at. Do you know what? Fuck it. I’m out.” I try ripping my hand out of Dex’s hold but he tightens his grip. Shit. “Let me go,” I grind out.

  “No. Ads, I meant what I said, well not about the Carlsberg thing. Fuck, I was joking about that bit. Of fucking course I want to marry you. Jesus, woman, I fucking love you.”

  “Well, blow me down,” Jay mutters.

  “I will blow you, Jay,” comes from behind me. I turn my upper body to see a very slutty looking chick standing there in painted-on jeans, yes, they are that tight. And a top that I am pretty sure was sold in Mothercare, it is that small on her.

  “Ewwww. Get some self respect,” I say to her.

  “Bitch,” she mutters under her breath.

  “You can leave on your own accord or I can kick your skanky arse out if you prefer,” I bitch at her. She doesn’t reply, she just leaves the studio. I turn back to the boys. Looking between the two, Jay has a weird smile on his face but Dex is still looks a little angry and confused.

  “Are you going to say something, babe?” Dex’s voice is strained, like he is deciding between being angry and upset. Well join the fucking club, fella.

  “What do you want me to say, Dex?”

  “Yes, would be a good start.” Oh fuck, he said that he wanted to marry me and make more babies. Well hell. I close my eyes and let everything run through my head. My words have gone from a miss-slip, to a full blown argument to a fucking proposal all in the space of five-fucking minutes. My head hurts, I reach up and rub my temples. I know I want to marry this man, I have for so many years that I was so bloody close to giving up the notion that it would happen. But here we are, standing in Castle Ink talking about marriage and the possibility of having more kids together. What I wouldn’t give to be Addison Castle.

  "I thought you were joking," I whisper.

  “Baby, look at me.” Dex’s voice breaks through my head-space. I shake my head, signaling I don’t want to look at him. “Addison.” His tone doesn’t leave room for ignorance. I slowly peel my eyes open and see his perfect grey eyes staring back at me. He smiles at me and I mirror him.

  “Baby, we haven’t exactly come together the traditional way have we?” I shake my head.

  “No, Dex.”

  “So why would our marriage proposal be any different?”

  “Bloody hell woman, just say yes. Put my brother out of his misery. Pleeeeease,” Jay begs, making me and Dex laugh. Luke walks out of the back room carrying a wide awake Phoebe. I smile when I see this hulk of a man carrying a tiny baby. He will be a great father one day, because he is brilliant with my girl. Once he reaches us, he hands over my daughter and I smile down at her.

  “Hey, Pheebs, How’s my baby girl, huh?” She doesn’t answer, well that is obvious. But hey, we all talk to our babies right? I feel Dex close in and he leans into Phoebe. He kisses her head and then kisses the side of my head.

  “Hey, baby girl. I am trying to ask your mum if she will marry me, but she is being a pain in the arse and not answering me, so how about you have a little word for dad, yeah?” I can’t help but chuckle. I lean in and pretend to whisper in her tiny ear.

  “Why don’t you tell Daddy that he needs to work on asking Mummy better,” I say, looking into her blue eyes.

  “Then why don’t you turn around.” I lift my head at Dex’s voice, but he isn’t standing next to me, I gasp when I see him kneeling on the floor next to me. Jay quickly takes Phoebe from me and Dex takes hold of my two hands. I never thought I would get Dex to get down on one knee for me. Never in a trillion freaking years, but here he is.

  Holy fucking shit.

  “Addison Cole, we have had one hell of a journey to get here, but fuck, babe, we got here. You have always been in my head and heart, even though we went down different paths, but again those two roads came to a big arse crossroads and it brought us back together. Yeah, again the pain was there, but I am thankful that you forgave me and we got her.” He points to Phoebe in Jay’s arms. “I love you will all of my heart, Ads, and I want you to share my name with me and our daughter. Annnnd many more kids to come. Just putting that out there - again.” He winks at me.

  “So what do you say? Once and for all. Addison Cole, will you marry me?” I see my tears land on our joined hands. When did I start crying? I look back into Dex’s eyes and see them shining with love and adoration.

  “Yes. Yes. Hell fucking yes,” I all but scream. Dex jumps to his feet and wraps his big, beefy arms around me. He picks me off my feet and swings me around. I squeal for him to stop and he does. Taking Dex’s head in my hands, I force him to look at me. I bring my lips to his and taste the man I am going to marry. I feel like I am tasting and feeling him for the first time. I have no clue how long we kiss for, the studio fades away behind us as we get totally lost in each other. Dex’s hands lower from my waist and they grip my arse, he cops a good feel until someone coughs rather loudly. I pull my face from Dex’s and we both turn our heads to see Jay and Luke standing there with matching smirks on their faces.

  “Umm, hello, children in the room.” Jay points to Phoebe.

  “You two are really lucky we have no clients in at the moment, you put on a mini amateur porn show. So I take it you are now officially engaged?” chimes in Luke.

  “Damn right we are. She will be Mrs. Castle soon enough.”

  “You think huh?” I ask him.

  “Yeah, babe. The sooner
the better. Now, how about we actually go back there and get these tattoos done?” He motions towards the back where his room is and so is Jay’s and Luke’s, aka: my old room. I am not going to make Luke get out of the room as he tattoos and he pierces, so I told Dex that we will have to make another room for me. We have plenty of space, so I fluttered my eyelashes until I got what I wanted. That man can’t say no to me.

  “My room,” Dex says. We all walk towards his room, Jay talking softly to Phoebe in his arms. He was a goner when he first met her. Even at seven weeks old she has him wrapped around her little finger, just like she does with Dex and Luke. God help the men in Bell Harbour.

  Thank God for the second pram we bought especially to keep at Castle Ink. I thought it would be easier to have one here, rather than having Addy pull Phoebe’s out of the car every time she came here to see me or when she had a client. Jay lays her down in her pram and she coos at the little toy thing that is dangling from the hood.

  “You just lay there and look beautiful while I go over here and inflict some pain on Mummy and Daddy.” He chuckles to himself as he walks away. I lean over the pram and touch my daughter’s cheek. God, she looks like Addy. But Addy says she looks like me. Who fucking cares, we made a damn beautiful baby.

  “Oh, Pheebs, Uncle Jay should know by now that I enjoy a bit of pain, and so does Mum.” I turn my head and wink at a laughing Addy. Turning my gaze to Jay who looks horrified makes me laugh and straighten up.

  “Bro, I did not need to hear that. How about you tattoo your girl and she can tattoo you? You can get each other off that way and I am nowhere near either of you.” He shudders. He knows Addy can’t tattoo.

  “I was joking, dude. Chill out.” I wink at Addy who chuckles and removes her thin cardigan. I can’t keep my eyes off her; she is the sexiest woman I have ever met. It feels freeing to see Addy like this and not feel guilty about missing Fiona. Plenty of nights we have stayed up talking about her. Addy won’t let me forget, not that I would, we added her name into our daughters name for fucks sake. I watch as she places her cardigan on the hook on the wall before she walks over to the black leather seat and slides into it with ease. She crosses her legs and her feet poke out from the bottom of her skirt. The chunky wedge shoes she is wearing finish off her outfit. Addy will never change who she is, and why should she? Just because she became a mother, that doesn’t mean she should change the way she dresses or the way she is. Addy is the perfect mum. Phoebe always comes first.