[Men of Inked 01.0 - 03.0] Volume 1

by Chelle Bliss

  “Why not?”

  “No one has ever asked her, so don’t expect her to just cough up that shit. You have to pull it out of her.”

  “Got it.”

  “Just don’t break her heart, City, or I’ll crush your balls. Got me?”

  “Loud and clear, and I think you’d do it too, Sophia.” Sophia didn’t seem like the type to not follow through on her words. She reminded me of those strict teachers that you didn’t want to fuck around in class and get that pissed-off-teacher look from, but I knew she was sweet too, ’cause Suzy wouldn’t be friends with someone who wasn’t.

  “Oh, I have no issues inflicting bodily harm when necessary.”

  “Kayden must be one hell of a guy to handle you, Sophia.”

  “He’s complicated.”

  “Suzy mentioned something along those lines about Kayden.” I dipped the gun into the black to finish the shading as I hit the home stretch on the design on her leg.

  “I normally wouldn’t take as much shit as I did from him, but when you love someone and you know you’re meant to be with them, you stick it through. I couldn’t abandon him in his time of need. Someday I’ll tell you the whole story, ’cause it’s a long fucking tale.”

  “Almost done, just a few more lines. Was it worth it?” I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it was worth the struggle that I feel she had to endure to find the love of her life.

  “I wouldn’t trade a moment of our fucked-up journey. We were meant to be together. I don’t regret a second of my time with him.”

  I liked hearing about Kayden and Sophia. All my friends and siblings were single and had been put through the ringer. I wanted to hear that it was possible to find love in today’s jaded world.

  I put the machine on the table and began to wipe the tattoo to clean her skin so she could get a good look at it. “There ya go, darling. Hop up and look in the mirror.” I leaned back in my chair and stretched my back.

  Sophia jumped up and walked up to the mirror, holding the side of her pants down. It was beautiful and permanent.

  “Whatcha think?”

  “Oh my God, City. It’s amazing. I fucking love it.” She turned to the side and stood closer to the mirror. “The color’s amazing.”

  “Will Kayden like it?” I asked. I was sure he’d love it; what man wouldn’t love their woman to have their name on their skin? She was marked and his forever.

  “He’s going to freak out. The guy has a thing for tats, and he has my name on him. I can’t wait to show him.” She just stood there and stared in the mirror with a giant smile across her face.

  “He does?”

  “Yep, huge down his leg. There’s no way to cover that shit up, either. He’s mine forever and I’m his,” she said as she walked back over to the chair.

  “I never advise anyone to tattoo a boyfriend or girlfriend’s name on their body. It’s asking for disaster. You’re brave.”

  “Brave? I’m never leaving that man, City. No one will ever love me like he does.”

  “I’ve seen the chemistry you two have. I did my part in warning you, but I can’t deny you the design you want.” I rubbed the salve on her skin and covered it to keep it clean. “You know how this works and about after-care?”

  “Yep, it’s my fifth tattoo. I got this shit.”

  “Well then, darling, you’re all done.”

  “I have to use the ladies’ room. Where is it?” she asked.

  “Down the hall to the right. I’m going to go check on Suzy.” I wanted to see her and make sure Mikey kept his paws off her.

  I pulled my gloves off with a snap and threw them on the table. I cracked my neck and rounded the corner to see Mikey and Suzy sitting in the chairs talking and a little closer than I’d normally feel comfortable with—but this was Mikey.

  They began to laugh. “Oh stop, Michael, you’re killing me.” She covered her mouth and slapped her knee.

  “I shit you not,” Mikey said, then looked up at me and cleared his throat. “Oh, big brother. How’d things go?”

  “What the fuck are you two talking about?” I knew Mikey wanted to find any way to embarrass me; my family was fantastic for that shit.

  “Nothing at all.”

  Suzy’s face turned red, and she could barely look me in the eyes without breaking out into a fit of laughter. “Don’t you worry, we’re just sharing family memories.”

  Cocksucker. Someday I’d make him pay for this shit. I wouldn’t normally give a fuck, but I didn’t want Suzy to think of me in the way Mikey had probably described me. Thank the motherfucking gods that the rest of the group wasn’t here today. Izzy would be all over Suzy, grilling her and filling her head with stories that should stay in the past. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

  “No worries. Michael was just reminiscing,” she said between her fingers, trying to hide her laughter.

  I wanted to choke the motherfucker. I knew he had a knack for making shit up just for his amusement and my embarrassment. I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to stop myself from punching him in the face.

  “Where’s Sophia?” Suzy asked, getting up from her seat.

  “She’s using the ladies’ room. Go back and see the work I did on her.” I kissed her, patting her ass as she walked away. “What the fuck did you tell her?” I said to Mikey.

  He started to laugh as he stood. “Oh, nothing.”

  “Bullshit. What lies did you fill her head with, asswad?”

  “I told her you slept with a teddy bear and sucked your thumb until you were ten.” He doubled over in laughter, and I saw red.

  “You’re a dickhead, Mikey. Why do you always do this shit to me?” I closed my eyes and calmed my breathing.

  “You never got all worked up before. You must really like this one.” He plopped his ass in the chair and pulled himself up to the desk.

  “Fuck you.”

  “Oh, testy. Definitely a boner for that blonde bombshell. Hey, you told my last girlfriend that I pissed my bed until high school. All’s fair in love and war, rat bastard.”

  I burst into laughter. That was the last time that woman came around the family. She broke up with Mikey shortly after our Sunday dinner. “You didn’t even like her. You were just fucking her.” I heard the door creak, and Suzy and Sophia emerged with smiles on their faces. “Guess you’re right, I deserved it, but for fuck’s sake—I really like this girl. Don’t fuck it up for me. Got me?” I said, leaning over the desk so only he could hear.

  “Righto. Don’t get your panties in a wad, man.” Mikey stood quickly, and smiled as the ladies walked up to the desk. “Everything okay, ladies?”

  Sophia’s smile couldn’t be any bigger. “Fabulous. You did such an amazing job, City. I fuckin’ love it, and Kayden’s going to be shocked as hell.”

  “Kayden?” Mikey said, his voice filled with curiosity.

  “Yes, Kayden, my boyfriend and father of my baby.”

  “Fuck, all the good ones are taken,” Mikey muttered as he walked away.

  “I’m glad you’re happy. Let me know what Kayden thinks about it.”

  Sophia wrapped her arms around me and said, “Thank you.”

  “Anytime, babe. I’m your man if you ever need any more work. Give that some time to heal. You’re going to be sore for a couple of weeks. The hip is tender. Watch what type of clothing you wear, too.”

  Suzy stood off to the side and smiled at us both. I couldn’t wait to get her alone later, but I still had work to do. “Come here, sugar.” I held my hand out to her, and she placed her tiny fingers in my palm.

  I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her body against mine. “I haven’t forgotten that I owe you for your little display earlier.” Her eyes went wide as she stared at me. “I never break a promise, either, sugar.” I kissed her and rubbed my dick against her stomach. I couldn’t wait to bury myself in her pretty little cunt. “I’ll be over around eight. Be ready.” I smiled and said goodbye as the two girls walked out of the shop in a
fit of giggles.

  17

  Wants and Desires

  Suzy

  I collapsed on the bed, exhausted, sweaty, and out of breath. City stretched out next to me, hands behind his head, a smug-ass grin stretching his lips. “What’s that look?” I asked.

  “I fuckin’ rocked your world.”

  “Cocky much?” He fucking did, too. I’d never come so hard or as much as I had with him. He knew all the right things to do and all the perfect places to touch. “If that was your punishment, it didn’t work.”

  “Oh, I don’t know about that. I heard you yelp a few times when I smacked your ass.” He laughed.

  I stared at the ceiling and thought about his words, remembering the stinging feeling of his hand landing on my ass. It set my skin on fire and made everything more intense.

  “More out of shock than hurt. You surprised the heck out of me.”

  City turned on his side, rested his head on his hand, and gazed at me. He ran his fingertips across my stomach, and my flesh broke out in goose bumps. “I hope it’s not the last surprise I ever give you.”

  I closed my eyes and wanted to stay in this moment forever.

  “Whatcha thinking about, sugar?”

  I opened my eyes and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “You, Joe. You’re just so, so…I don’t know how to describe you.” I sighed.

  “Unlike anyone you’ve ever been with?” He arched his eyebrow.

  “Yeah, and I don’t know if that’s a good thing, either.” I didn’t want to say that he also made me half neurotic. The jealously I’d felt in the tattoo shop was something foreign to me, and I didn’t like it—not one bit. I barely knew him, and it gutted me to think of him with someone else. I was starting to question my sanity.

  “Oh…it’s good. The way you screamed my name couldn’t be anything but good, sugar.”

  My face flushed, and warmth crawled down my skin. I had never been a yeller or made much noise at all, but then again, I’d never had a reason to before.

  “Don’t be embarrassed.” He pulled me against his body and kissed my temple as he fisted my hair.

  I couldn’t escape him—his smell, skin, and warmth. Everything about him made me want more, and I couldn’t block it from my mind or wish it away.

  “Want me to go?” he whispered in my ear.

  “No!” I opened my eyes quickly, turning toward him. My lips brushed against his. I didn’t close my eyes and neither did he—we stared in each other’s eyes for a moment as I melted into his body.

  “Stop overthinking shit, Suzette. You want to be with me?”

  “You scare the hell out of me, honestly.”

  “Why?” He brushed the hair from my face, and my skin tingled from the innocent touch.

  “Like you said—you’re unlike anyone I’ve ever known. You’re like one giant damn mystery to me.”

  “I’m an open book. I don’t hide my feelings and I don’t pussyfoot around shit. I do what I have to and I say what’s on my mind.”

  “I guess I’m just not used to someone being so…so…”

  “Cocky, sexy, manly?” He chuckled and started to grab my side, causing me to break out into laughter.

  “Stop!” I couldn’t catch my breath.

  “You think too damn much instead of saying what’s on your mind.”

  “Okay, okay,” I puffed out through my giggle, with tears running down my face. His hands stilled at my side and his tongue darted out and licked the tear from my cheek.

  “Like that. No one has ever done that.”

  “Sugar, maybe I need to ask what they have done to you. I feel that list is shorter than what they did do. Have you come during sex before?”

  I didn’t want to answer that question. “Um.”

  “Yes or no?” I felt like his azure eyes were staring into my soul and trying to unwrap all of my secrets.

  “Not really.” I gave him a shy smile, not wanting to divulge that no one had ever gotten me off like he did. City was cocky enough without thinking he was my own personal sex god.

  “Hmm. Did you come with me or were you faking that shit?”

  Oh, here we go. “I did and I sure as hell wasn’t faking—I never fake it.”

  “Besides me, ever? Without having to do it yourself?”

  “No, no one has ever really cared if I did.”

  “Fucking assholes.” He shook his head. “Why do women date assholes like that? I know no one’s ever smacked your ass. What do you want that no one has ever done to you?”

  Oh my God. I couldn’t be any more embarrassed than I felt in this moment. “I don’t know.”

  “That’s bullshit, sugar. Everyone has fantasies.” He nuzzled my hair, and I didn’t feel so under the microscope, but I didn’t want him to laugh at me.

  “Tell me one of yours.” I stroked his arms and traced the tattoos on his skin. The artwork really was beautiful. My parents always told me that tattoos were trashy, but on City they were works of art. They were a timeline of his life, and I wanted to peel back the layers and hear the story.

  “I want to fuck you on my bike.”

  My breath caught in my throat. The thought of him taking me on his bike hadn’t even crossed my mind, but now the image was burned into my brain.

  “I want you spread eagle, my face planted between your legs, licking every ounce of wetness from your body before sinking my dick in you.” The vibration of his words in my ear caused wetness to pool between my legs. Damn him. “Your turn.” I knew he had a smile on his face without even seeing it. Bastard.

  I sighed. “Where do I begin? God, this is so embarrassing.”

  “Sugar, if you can’t share your fantasies with your boyfriend, who can you?”

  One point, City—Suzy, Zero. “I swear I need to have my head examined.” I covered my eyes with my hands. City would think I was nuts.

  “Out with it. Sophia told me you two read a lot of those smut books. Fantasies can become reality, sugar.”

  “It’s just so weird. You’re going to think I’m completely insane.”

  He stroked my arm as I tried to cover my face. His body shifted as he moved my hand away from my eyes.

  “I gotta know now. I can call Sophia and ask, or you can tell me. Give me the naughtiest thing you’ve always wanted.”

  I swallowed and shut my eyes. I didn’t want to see his reaction when he heard this one. “Fine. I have this fantasy of being taken against my will.”

  He didn’t gasp or scream, but very calmly said, “Rape or kidnapping?”

  I opened my eyes and turned to look at him. He had a grin on his face, and the butterflies dancing in my stomach calmed. “Kidnap. I know it’s weird,” I mumbled.

  “No, Suzette. It’s not weird at all. We all have our kinks and fantasies. Okay, so kidnap and then what?” He looked so damn eager to hear the rest, like he was hanging on my every word. How could I not share the rest?

  “Do you honestly want to know?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’ve read so many amazing books that deal with kidnapping and being owned by someone. I don’t really want some crazy person to kidnap me, but the books make it seem appealing and sexy as heck.”

  “I’ll see what I can do to make that happen.”

  “Oh, God.”

  “I won’t surprise you, you’ll know when it’s coming—when I’m coming for you.”

  He pulled my body against his, our skin touching, his hands pressed into my back; he made me feel normal about wanting something so taboo. He smelled so good. His masculine and musky scent mixed with the smell of sex. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of him.

  His hand glided up my back, on to the nape of my neck as he grabbed a fistful of hair. The feel of his calloused hands against my skin and the prick of pain on my scalp felt like electricity throughout my body. Holding my head still with his firm grip on my hair, he looked into my eyes. The brilliant blue of his almost glowed in the light and burned with passion. “As for being o
wned, I plan to own every inch of your body. You are mine, sugar, don’t forget that shit. I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

  Why the hell did that sound so amazing? Damn trashy books altered my sense of right and wrong. I wanted him to own me—ruin me.

  I was lost in thought until his lips crashed against mine. His kiss wasn’t gentle or kind, but demanding and all-consuming. My body molded around him as I wrapped my leg around his waist.

  “I’m going to be rough, Suzette,” he said against my lips.

  I searched his eyes and could see the lust and need within. “I’m yours,” I whispered.

  He grabbed my torso and flipped me on my stomach. He moved faster than I thought possible, and he was behind me in a moment. He grabbed my hips and pulled my ass in the air. “Stomach down, sugar.” He pushed on the small of my back. “Head too, only your ass in the air.” I buried my face in the sheets and could smell him on the fabric.

  I started to hyperventilate. I’d had sex doggie style, but this was something different—new. His fingers raked through my wetness, stroking my clit and squeezing it lightly. A jolt coursed through my body, and I cried out.

  Smack. “Don’t move,” he said, rubbing my ass with one hand and pinching my clit with the other. “Unless you want another swat on the ass.”

  I wanted to squirm or rub against him like a cat in heat, but the sting of his last swat kept me rooted in place. His hand left my ass, and I turned to look at him. His tall, muscular body stood on the bed, and he stroked his cock. The metal piercing at the tip would disappear in his hand. His beautiful black hair was a mess and lay across his forehead, and the light reflected off his eyes. I could stare at him for hours—he was everything my mother told me to steer clear of in life. Just looking at the man made my panties wet. I’m so screwed.

  I was so exposed in this position. My ass and pussy were on display for him. He pumped his hardness in his fist as he positioned himself behind me. I could feel the head rub through my wetness. His cock was hard as it poked at my entrance. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I waited for him to fill me. I instantly felt the loss of his body, and opened one eye to see what he was doing.