Ivy (Castle Ink Book 3)

by Amy Davies

  “Harder,” I grind out. I can tell she loves me being demanding in the way her eyes turn molten. I watch as her hand snakes down between her legs. I don’t care how fucking hot that is, only I get to bring her to orgasm. I pull my dick out of her mouth and help her to her feet, then drop her to the bed. She giggles and lies back. I crawl up her body slowly, making sure I drag my tongue over her sensitive pussy before laying wet kisses up her stomach, her ribs, to each breast, and finally her neck.

  I lift my head above hers, and I can’t stop my lips from twitching when I see how much she wants me shining through her eyes. She is all fucking mine, and I never plan on letting her go.

  “Do I need a condom?” I have never shagged without a condom, but I want to feel her, all of her. She shakes her head.

  “I’m on the depo shot. I got tested after I left him.” She offers me a shy smile that I love.

  “I’m clean. I need to feel all of you, Peaches.” She nods, and I take a firm grip of my dick, lining it up, ready to sink deep inside her wet heat.

  “I’m not gonna last long here, babe. Fuck,” I say, as I feel her heat on my dick. I slide in slowly, letting her adjust to my size. I know she hasn’t been with anyone in a while, and I am on the larger side. Her eyes close as I move, her juices covering my skin, seeping into me.

  Holy fuck, she feels good. Her warmth wraps around me, making my balls tighten.

  “Oh, God, Ivy. Baby, you feel fucking fantastic,” I grind out, sinking in to the hilt. Her body tenses up, but then relaxes as I stop moving. “I’m in, baby. All the fucking way.”

  “Give me a second, Beast.” Her voice is strained, and I know it’s because I’m stretching her little pussy to the max. I lean down, unable to just sit deep inside her and not do anything. I take one of her nipples into my mouth and suck, running my tongue over it. She moans and her hips jolt.

  “Okay, I’m good. You can move now. I feel so stretched, Luke. Bloody hell, I feel like I’m being split in two.” She chuckles.

  “I will gladly split you in two, babe. That means I get you times two. Best ever.” I wink at her as I start to move my hips. I move them slowly at first, letting her get comfortable with me. She’s slick and ready for me. I pull back, almost all the way out, and slam back into her. Her back arches off the bed, and she cries out my name. I love hearing my name coming from her mouth, it’s like melted chocolate on pancakes.

  “Beast, please?” she begs.

  “Please, what, babe?” I pick up the pace, but rotate my hips, knowing I will be hitting her in all the right places.

  “Oh, God. There, like that. Don’t you dare stop.”

  “Like I would. I love seeing you come apart beneath me.” I push up onto my haunches and grip her hips, still guiding her along my cock. Her back is arched off the bed, her tits bouncing with each thrust. She is so fucking beautiful. She has her grip on my wrists, digging her nails into my flesh. I know she will leave marks on me, but fuck if I don’t like that idea.

  “Oh, shit. I’m going come, Beast. Come with me,” she cries out between pants. I am so fucking close, so I give her what she wants. I slide a hand from her hip and press my thumb over her clit. Her juices cover her folds, making it easier for me to rub circles over the tight nub and make her come with me.

  “Yes. Yes. Ohmygod, Luke.” Her pussy clamps around me, strangling the hell out of my dick, and it feels phenomenal.

  “Yes, baby. Come all over my cock, soak it. You can clean our juices off it when you’re done,” I grit out. It doesn’t take long until I’m coming along with her.

  “Ivyyyyy. Fuck!” I roar. Our bodies drop to the bed, mine on top of hers, but not my full weight. I would suffocate her if I did that, and I’m not finished with her yet.

  Ivy wraps her arms around my back, drawing small circles with her fingers. My body shivers from the simple touch. This is what she does to me. Ivy chuckles from beneath me, and I lift my head to see what has her laughing.

  “What?” I ask.

  “I’m just thinking that this is the best night ever, and that the nickname Addy’s came up for you is perfect. Captain Cocky.” She smiles at me, and I chuckle.

  “Yeah? Is that because my cock is so big, or because I know how to use it?” I wiggle my eyebrows, and Ivy bursts out laughing.

  “Both.” She reaches up and runs her finger over my eyebrow piercing. “I like this. It suits you.” I smile at her.

  “Addy did it.” I peck her lips and go to move.

  “Stay. I like you here.” Who am I to refuse this woman. “Did I ever tell you that my favourite part of you is your eyes?”

  “Just my eyes?” I wink at her. “I was born with it. As you know, babies are born with blue eyes, but, with me, only one eye stayed blue, the other turned green. I used to be bullied for it in school, until one summer, I grew.” I smirk at her.

  “In all aspects.” This time she winks at me. My cock jerks, still buried inside her. Even though my dick had gone soft, it still feels good to be surrounded by her. But now, he’s coming to life again.

  “I am all beast now, baby.” I jerk my hips, and she gasps.

  “Again?”

  “Fuck yeah, again.”

  We fuck and make love all night, testing each other’s bodies, mapping every inch of each other. I memorise the sounds she makes when she’s about to come, the way she cries out my name when I hit that special spot she likes so much, and don’t get me started on the way she tastes. Fuck me, I will never get enough of her.

  *****

  The sun is streaming through my curtains, making my eyes hurt. I roll over, reaching out for my woman, but find cold, empty space. I shoot up, looking around the room for her. I see her costume sitting on the floor where we left it last night, but notice my black SWAT tee is missing. Smiling to myself, I walk into my bathroom and empty my bladder. I wash my face and hands before going back into my room. I pull out a pair of jogging bottoms and pull them on. I know Ivy will appreciate them because last night she kept wanting to kiss the ‘V’ muscles that drive the ladies crazy. Remembering her running her tongue along the ridge, makes my dick spring to life, wanting her again.

  I go downstairs and into the kitchen where I hear Peaches singing along with the radio. Leaning against the wall I watch as she flits around the kitchen, making breakfast. Full English, by the looks of things, including hash-browns, which she knows I fucking love. She wiggles her hips to the music and my restraint breaks. I walk over to her and snake my arms around her waist.

  “Morning, Peaches.” She screams in fright, but I hold her tight. She slaps my arm and calms her breathing.

  “Oh, you pleb. You scared the hell out of me.”

  “Sorry, babe. What you making?”

  “Breakfast. I was going to bring it to you in bed.” I bury my face in her neck and breath deep. How the hell does she smell so amazing all the time?

  “Baby, I should be spoiling you. You’re always running around after Carter and making sure everyone is sorted,” I state against her hair.

  “I know, Luke, but I love taking care of people in my life. I aim to please; it was always my downfall, my mum used to say.” She shrugs and turns off the grill. I pull her tighter against me, making sure I show her how much I treasure her. I never want to let her go. She is mine, and she will stay mine forever. Both her and Carter.

  I smile, thinking about the way my family demanded I bring them to my nan’s birthday party next week. It will be the perfect time for her to meet my family, since I’ve met all of hers. I know she will fit in perfectly with everyone My sisters are going to love her. Carter is a great kid, so he will get on well with the other kids in the family.

  “Don’t make any plans for the Saturday after next. It’s my Nana’s big birthday party and I want to take you and Carter and introduce you both to my family.” I kiss her head before stepping away and opening the fridge door. I like orange juice with my breakfast, not tea or coffee. I wait for the barrage of words to come from Peach
es about how she can’t meet my family, how it’s too soon, but she shocks the shit out of me.

  “Okay. I’d like that. Carter would too; he thinks the world of you, Beast.” I turn to see her smiling at me over her shoulder, and I can’t stop the cheesy grin that fills my face.

  Fuck yeah. I have my girl, and I now need to hope that my family don’t scare her away with their craziness.

  Chapter 12

  Ivy

  It has been a week since Luke asked me to meet his family at his nan’s party. I’m nervous because it’s a big step in our very new relationship. But you have to live your life, not fear it, because you never know what’s around the corner. Things progressed quickly with my mother’s illness. She told me time and time again to leave Tim and live my life the way I wanted it, but I was stupid and didn’t listen.

  The door to Castle Ink opens and in walks a young girl with the most beautiful head of hair I have ever seen. Long, dark, and thick… Bloody hell, she is stunning, like model stunning. The two men that step in behind her should be walking on the runway with her.

  Holy cow.

  They are both tall. One has short dirty-blonde hair and a small amount of stubble covering his jaw, and the second is a little taller than the first, but not by much. He’s the type that can have any woman. He’s wearing a man-bun like he was the one who invented it, and his facial hair is a full beard, the colour of melted chocolate. Both men have tattoos, Mr. Man-Bun more that Mr. Handsome.

  I offer a polite smile and greet them. “Hey, welcome to Castle Ink. Can I help you with anything today?”

  Mr. Handsome speaks. “Hey, I’m Ford, this is Cleo and my boyfriend, Damon. Dex and Jay are expecting us. Cleo will be starting work here soon.” I smile at the girl, who looks super shy.

  “Oh, I remember Dex saying something. Okay, take a seat and I’ll let him know you guys are here. He’s with a client at the moment.” They nod their thanks and take a seat on the couch. So the two men are a couple. Bugger, the hot ones are always either taken or gay.

  I keep staring until Damon winks at me, making my blush rush to my face. I walk back to Dex’s room and tap on the door.

  “Come in.” I push the door open and poke my head in. The client is laying on his stomach, sans jeans or any bottoms. He’s having the back of his thigh tattooed. “Hey, what’s up?” Dex asks, raising up from his position over the client and putting the ink gun down.

  “Ford, Damon, and Cleo are out front, waiting for you.”

  “Blushing again I see. Yeah, Ford and Damon will do that to women.” The client chuckles.

  “Shut it, both of you.” They keep laughing when I leave the room.

  “Whatever,” I mutter under my breath.

  “Put them in the backroom, sis. I don’t want them to get any shit from people knowing they’re here,” Dex yells after me. I don’t reply to him but do as he says. I reach the three people and smile politely at them. The men make me nervous—all good-looking men do—that’s why Luke made me super nervous when I was around him for the first few weeks.

  “If you guys will follow me, I’ll show you to the backroom. You’ll have more privacy back there.”

  “Thanks, hun,” Ford says. They follow me into the lounge and Damon settles into the couch. The girl, Cleo, sits on one of the chairs. I notice she’s carrying a sketch pad under her arm.

  “Can I see?” I ask her. She nods and slides the book in my direction.

  “You okay if I make us a cuppa, hun?” one of the men asks as I flip open the book and stare at the artwork.

  Holy cow on a stick. She is epic.

  I flick my hand at him, letting him know he can make his own tea. The drawings are out of this world. No wonder my brothers want her working here. I’m good, but she is phenomenal with the way she makes the design come to life, and the shading is on point. I flick through and my lungs tighten with each page turned. Her artwork is actually breath-taking. She will fit in perfectly here at Castle Ink.

  “Here you go. I didn’t know how you take it, so I winged it.” I startle from the page as a cup is placed next to my hand.

  “Damn, Ford, you scared the crap out of her.” I spin to where the voice is coming from, and smile at the guy on the couch.

  “Sorry,sweetness,” Ford chuckles. I blush when he winks at me.

  “Oh, handsome, will you stop making her blush, before her man comes in here.” A chuckle escapes me when I hear the nickname for Ford.

  “What?” Ford asks, smiling. God, he really is handsome.

  “I didn’t know your names straight away, so in my head you were Mr. Handsome and Mr. Man-Bun.” The three of them laugh with me.

  “What are you lot laughing about?”

  “Nicknames. It’s all good. How are you, Dex?” Ford steps forward and hugs my older brother.

  “I’m brill, mate, fucking brill. Addy and Phoebe are fab also.”

  “Good, good. Well, let me introduce you to these two.” Ford steps over to Cleo, helping her to her feet. “Dex, this is Cleo Rogers. And this…” He walks over to Damon, who stands from the couch. He offers his hand to Dex.

  “This is the better half of me. Damon Vardy, meet Dex Castle, the only other man that can put his hands on my body and not get a throat punch for it.” They all chuckle.

  “Why is everyone having a party without me?” A booming voice comes from the door, making Cleo jump out of her skin. I touch her arm and smile at her.

  “He’s fine, Cleo. That’s Luke Baker. He’s another tattoo artist here, and he also does piercings.”

  “Plus, I’m her man. Ain’t she a lucky girl?” He winks at us.

  “Beast,” I mutter, making Beast laugh.

  “Always, babe.” He comes further into the room and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He hands me another handmade paper plane. He always sends me these, with little love notes on them or names of songs that remind him of me. I open the piece of paper as I sink further into his body.

  ‘Tell me you will always be by my side. Or under me. Or on top of me.’

  I burst out laughing and get a bunch of curious looks from the people in the room. Beast leans forward and kisses my neck, making me shiver. I love it when he kisses my neck, it always sets my body on fire.

  Dex makes the new introductions as Jay walks through the door and offers everyone a charming smile. That is Jay all over.

  “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Cleo. I think you’ll fit in great here. Your work is out of this world. Now, Ford says you want to learn to actually tattoo. Is that something you still want to do?” I ask her.

  “Y-yes, please. If it’s not too much trouble.”

  “Hell no, it isn’t too much trouble. Between the three if us, you will be a class A tattooist.” Luke winks at her, making her blush. She will do great here. I know Dex, Jay, and Luke will protect her and make her comfortable at the studio. They will teach her everything they know, and they will be patient with her. That is the type of men they are.

  “The girls will be here soon. They kinda complete the Castle Ink family. You’ll like Addy and Cassie,” I tell her.

  “I can’t wait to meet them. I know Ford told you everything that has happened to me and I am so grateful for you taking me on like this. I promise to do you proud. I won’t let you down. Or you, Ford and Damon. You both have done so much for me.” I try to swallow around the lump in my throat. She looks at Ford and Damon like they hung the moon. From what Dex has said, they took her in when she came home from rehab, because her parents thought it would do her some good to learn to be independent.

  Beast tightens his grip on me, as if sensing I’m going to cry. I step away from him and stop face-to-face with this truly amazing girl.

  “I know that I speak for all of us here when I say you will never let us down. Do you know why?” She shakes her head. “Because you have already made us so bloody proud by not letting that person win anymore. You will learn for you, not for my brothers, or for Ford an
d Damon. And they agree with me.” She looks around the room, to see a group of men nodding in agreement.

  “My story is similar to yours, so I’m always here if you need a chat. I understand how you feel, but coming here to finally meet my brothers was the best thing I ever did.”

  “Hey, what am I, chopped liver?” Luke jokes from his spot.

  “Fine, he is one of the best things as well,” I answer him.

  “One of?”

  “Bloody hell, you don’t want much do you?”

  “Nope. Now say it,” Beast answers.

  “Okay. Bloody hell, man. Luke is the best thing that has happened to me since I arrived here. He’s my second favorite guy in the world.”

  “Second?” Cleo asks. I nod and pull my phone out of my back pocket and open the photo gallery.

  “This is my six-year-old son, Carter.”

  “Oh, look at him. He is going to be a heartbreaker one day,” Cleo says. I have to agree with her. I thank my lucky stars every day that he doesn't look like Tim at all. Carter is all ‘Castle’. She turns to look at Luke and then back to me, and I chuckle.

  “Beast isn’t Carter’s father. That title goes to my arsehole of an ex,” I explain.

  “But soon,” Beast says from his spot. My gaze snaps to his and he just smiles at me. The type of smile that makes his face look ten times more handsome, and the type where he is telling me that both Carter and me will belong to him. My heart beat skips a few irregular beats at his words. He bounces his eyebrows at me once and pushes off the counter before walking towards me. He offers me his hand and I take it with no hesitation.

  “Guys, it was nice meeting you, but I need some alone time with my girl before my next client. If you know what I mean.”

  “Beast,” I gasp, and slap his arm while everyone else laughs. I see Cleo giggle but blush at the same time. I smile at her and follow Luke out of the room