Inked Heart: A Moosehead, Minnesota Spin-off (Queen of Hears Ink Book 1)

by ChaShiree M

  I wrap the covers around my wet, naked body and realize what is missing. El is what has been missing from my life and that brings on a fresh wave of tears. I wish I was a normal woman. A woman who can be free in the knowledge that someone loves her. I put my hands on my tiny baby bump and cry myself to sleep.

  My first thought the next morning is that I am starving and the second one is of El. I get out of bed and hunt for my phone. Finding it, I realize that I have no missed calls or texts. It bums me out. However, he is giving me the space I foolishly asked for to think. God, what is wrong with me?

  I make my decision, but all I know is his phone number. When he doesn’t answer, I call AvaLynn and get all the details I need. He runs a construction company. That makes sense. Showing up at his office with a skirt and no panties sounds like a perfectly good idea to me.

  What could go wrong?

  Walking away from Kitty last night was the hardest thing I ever had to do, especially after what she shared with me. What I really wanted to do, was take her in my arms and never let go. I wanted to kiss that fucking memory out of her head and fuck her until she admitted she knew I would never do that to her. But I recognized the agony in her face and knew I needed to give her the space she asks for. It goes against everything inside of me, especially since she is carrying my baby, but I didn’t know what else to do.

  When I finally make it home and take a swig of beer, I can think past the pain and picture her beautiful face. My woman is the smallest woman I have ever seen. She barely comes to my pecs and not to mention how petite she is. But fuck is she perfect. She has the most enchanting greyish blue eyes. They are weird because I have never seen anything like them, but they pull me in every time I investigate them, and I don’t want to look away. She looks like a little fairy. Built for me to carry around and protect and as soon as she gets out of her past, I am going to do just that.

  Waking up this morning she is the first thing on my mind, but I swore I would give her space and that is what I am going to do. I throw my old ass out of bed, go downstairs, and turn the coffee pot on. Walking back through my house, I take a moment to do something I haven’t done since I moved in. I look around and admire the job me and the Crawford brothers did while building it. When I built this house, I had no intentions of having a family or finding the love of my life, but somehow my house was built for a family.

  I grew up in a very influential family and the mansion we lived in always felt cold and off limits if you will. Don’t get me wrong, my parents were great growing up and still are. The mansion has been in my father’s family for generations, therefore everything in it is old, drab, and full of history. There is never any room to add life to it.

  When I went off to college, I fell in love with architecture. But not the conceptualization part of it, the construction part. Imagining shit before it is finished is not me. I stopped using that part of my imagination when I was 10 and I like to work with my hands in it. Watching it as it happens. I fell in love with farmhouse style houses, especially ones with wrap around porches and love the story it can tell of the family living within.

  For example, the pillars on the front. Those are representative of the head of the family. The man of the house standing in front of his family and protecting them from anything meaning to tear them down. Or the way the foundation of the house is held up by bricks. Everyone knows a woman is the hearth of her home and the very foundation that holds it all together. But the bricks she leans on is the strength of her faith in her husband to protect, guide, and honor the life they built.

  See what I mean.

  That is how my house is built. The outside is a very beautiful white, with black shutters. I of course added all the modern amenities you could think of and I added an extra floor which serves as the master suite. There is also a split level third floor, I hope Kitty loves.

  After spending way too, much time admiring my house and picturing my new family living in it with me, filling it with love and laughter; I get my ass in gear and go to work. Not surprisingly, waiting for me at the door with a shit ton of messages and coffee is Lanie.

  “Good Morning, Sir. How was your night?”

  “You got to be a pain in the ass this early in the morning?” I jokingly say to her as I shake my head.

  “Yep. You have a shit ton of appointments this afternoon, but your morning is pretty, free. Which is a good thing, since you have a surprise visitor in your office.”

  Shit. Kitty? I hope she’s ok. My stomach is in knots thinking the worst. On a good note I feel elated she came to a decision so fast and has come to me.

  “Shit Lanie. Why didn’t you lead with that?” I say as I make a beeline for my office. Rushing to the door, I open it with as much enthusiasm as I can muster. “Baby I so……”

  I stop dead in my tracks mid-sentence, because standing before me is not Kitty.

  “Good morning, big bro. Don’t look so happy to see me, why don’t cha.” My baby sister. Snapping out of my disappointment, I walk over to Carrie Ann and embrace her the way I have since mom and dad brought her home.

  “Good morning baby sis. To what do I owe the honor and where is my nephew?”

  “Nothing. I had a breakfast date with mom, but she canceled at the last minute. Something about dad and an important meeting, I don’t know. DJ is at the sitters. As much as I love my baby boy, I can’t get anything done when he is home and right now, mama has got to find a job. I don’t want mom and dad paying all my bills forever. But anyway, I thought I would come and see what it is you wanted to talk to me about before I go back home and job hunt.”

  Oh crap. I totally forgot I called her about the receptionist job at Inked. “Well actually, I might have found a job for you. At least one until you figure out what you want to do. My friend’s brother, owns a tattoo shop and they are looking for a receptionist. I gave him your name and told him to expect your call. I figured with all your ink, you might just fit right in.”

  She looks at me a bit skeptical at first and I must stop myself from fidgeting under the scrutiny. That’s the thing about my sister, she can read me better than anyone and it is unnerving sometimes.

  “So who is this friend of the brother?” Fuck. I am not ready to tell anyone about Kitty and the baby. At least until we have a more solid arrangement and she is moved into our house. Otherwise, I am going to get a bunch of shit from my mom about taking care of my responsibilities. Like I would do anything else.

  “I’m not ready to talk about it yet. But I promise, as soon as I am, you will be the first to know.”

  “Ok big bro. I know when I am being put off. Well give me the number for the shop and I will give them a call. Thanks for always looking out for me.” As usual she says this with her head down, like she doesn’t deserve it because of the one mistake she made.

  Although the situation is not ideal, I don’t call it a mistake because I love my nephew more than anything in this world. Well almost more than anything. Kitty and my baby, will always come first. But that little man, will always be my little chief. And as usual I hug her, kiss her head, and tell her I love her, to let her know I could give two shits. I love her all the same.

  Once Carrie leaves, Lanie saunters her annoying ass in here to put me to work. Of course, she cannot help but to push my buttons, by sitting her ass on my desk. She knows I hate that. Wench.

  “Now. Mr. Crawford wants you over at the office to discuss the Kentucky job at 12:00. Then you have Mr. Milford at 1:30 and Taron Jorgensen at 3:00 to discuss the expansion of the jewelry store.”

  I hear the chimes for the bell over the door and though I have no appointments on my calendar, people stop by all the time to grab brochures and such. I hear whoever it is coming down the hall, but I am focused on the list Lanie has when suddenly……

  “What the fuck is going on in here?” Shocked and happy all at once, I get up to go to my, but the look on her face could incinerate whole landfills.

  So instead I simply say, “Angel.
I am so happy you came.

  When I walk into El’s office, I am immediately pissed off by what I am seeing. The prettiest woman I’ve ever seen is sitting on his desk, with her long ass legs crossed, and reading him a to-do list. Granted, I can only see her profile but that is enough for my pregnant mind to fill in the blanks. Before I can stop myself, I am blurting out, “what the fuck is going on in here?” I am mortified that I can’t keep my emotions in check. El jumps up from his desk, looking guilty as fuck in my opinion.

  “Angel. I am so happy you came.” Ugh. I hate that the pet name he has given me is growing on me.

  “I am sure you are.” I say wryly, folding my arms across my chest.

  “Have you had enough time to think?”

  “Who is she?” I ask, like a whiny little girl. I can’t get the hot girl out of my mind.

  “Who is who?” He asks. He looks genuinely confused by the question.

  “The fucking scorching hot secretary perched on your desk like she is about to take dictation.” I literally cannot stop running off at the mouth.

  El bursts out laughing and that pisses me off even more. I turn to leave, but he grabs my arm turning me back to him. The girl bursts into laughter as well.

  “Kitty, this is Lanie. My little sister’s best friend. She is my secretary and happily married with a bun in the oven. Lanie, this is Kitty, my woman.”

  Lanie pops off the desk and comes toward me. Her bump is huge. “Nice to meet you. Trust me, this guy is like a monk. You have nothing to worry about here. Besides, my husband Tannon, would kill him if he tried anything.”

  “That’s reassuring.” I say because I have no idea what to say.

  “Lanie was just leaving.” El says as Lanie moves to the door.

  “I was just leaving. I’ll let you two catch up.” Lanie leaves and shuts the door behind her.

  I stand there, waiting for him to say something.

  “Kitty. You never answered my question. Have you had enough time?”

  “I have.” He moves closer to me. His hands trace the dark flowers and zebra stripes that cover my arms.

  “I love you, Katherine Heart. No matter what, I will always love you and only you, forever.”

  “I love you too, Eldridge Monte-q.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them again the look that he gives me makes me wet. The lust in his eyes is totally noticeable. He pulls me into his arms and I melt. He takes me over to the couch in the center of his office. It looks as if it came from a thrift store in the eighties. It’s a floral monstrosity, but somehow it fits him.

  He sits down on the couch and I kneel before him. My mouth is watering for a taste of his cock. I didn’t get a chance to suck him last time. I open his belt. Damn, there is something about the sound of a belt opening, it’s like kryptonite for my legs opening. When I pull him from his boxers, his magnificent cock springs towards my face. I lick my lips in anticipation. A drop of pre-cum comes out and I dip my head to lick it up. The taste of him is intoxicating. I moan as I take him into my mouth as far as I can. I’ve never done this, but I think I am doing a good job when El snakes his hands into my hair and grips me hard.

  “Baby. You are so fucking sexy with your lips wrapped around my hard cock. Get that tight little pussy on me.” He demands.

  I climb up on his lap and drag his shirt off. When my wet pussy makes contact, with his hard cock, he gasps as he lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it somewhere. My bra is then shoved down, and my tits look obscene.

  “No panties, Kitty? What am I going to do with you?”

  He pulls my denim skirt up around my waist and I raise up on my knees and the heels of my stiletto knee high black books dig into my ass. I grip his length and guide it inside my pussy. I give it a minute because it’s been a while. After adjusting to him, he spanks my ass. It feels good. His arm is around my waist, and his mouth is on my nipple. He dips a finger from his other hand into my ass. I feel so full and moan as I bounce on his cock.

  “Whatever you want, El.”

  “Don’t say things you don’t mean baby.”

  I find my rhythm with my hands on his inked shoulders.

  “El, fuck. I love this.” I hate that his finger left my ass, but his hands move to my head. He directs it so that I am looking directly in his eyes.

  “Look at where we are joined. See how filthy we are? How we fit the fuck together?” I look down and the sight of cock pistoning in and out of me makes me come.

  “Fuck. Yes. Give. It. To. Me.” I scream with every downward thrust I make on him.

  “I will give you anything you fucking want, Kitty.”

  He grunts out as he fills me with his seed. We sit there for a while and he is still hard in me, while I rest my head on his shoulder. I am almost asleep when he changes our position so that I am underneath him on the couch as he manages to stay inside me.

  “You are so fucking perfect for me, Kitty.” He says, his breath still coming in pants.

  “I am starting to see that.” I say as my legs wrap around his waist.

  “Good. I love this pussy, Kitty.”

  “She loves you too.” I say laughing. He dips his head down to my neck, where he sucks it hard. I know that will leave a mark and kind of like it. He fucks into me quickly and I can feel my orgasm rise from my toes. I love this man. I scream out my release, as he shouts my name.

  He pulls out of me and stands up. I do the same and seriously rethink the no panties thing. I pull my skirt down and pull my bra back up. Retrieving my shirt, reality sets in. I am starving.

  “Take me to lunch?” I ask, as he zips his pants up and puts his shirt back on.

  “Sure baby. What are you in the mood for?”

  “Chinese. Our baby wants some sweet and sour chicken.” He laughs at that.

  “We better feed our baby.” He says, still laughing. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”

  “I have two small tats to do this afternoon. You?”

  “I have some meetings. Are you going to stay with me tonight?”

  If we have a repeat performance of this morning, I feel like I will never leave his freaking side.

  “Yes, of course. I told you I made up my mind.” I say, reaching him and kissing him sweetly.

  “I know, I just want to be sure you weren’t going to run from me again.”

  “I won’t. I promise.” I say, but somehow those feel like famous last words. I grab his hand and pull him out into the hallway.

  This is going to be easy peasy.

  It has been a few days since the debacle in my office, but things could not have been better. She has unofficially moved into my place and as much as her holding onto her apartment is bugging me, I get that she just needs that bit of security a little longer. She literally only gets a little longer, because whether she is ready or not……this shit is about to go official.

  We have a doctor’s appointment today for the first time to see the baby and for her normal checkup. I couldn’t be happier to see my baby on the screen nestled snug and safe inside of his mom, my woman. In fact, I am so happy and ready for this, my morning wood is standing at attention looking for its favorite new toy and she is nowhere in sight.

  “KITTY.” I yell through the house. Where the fuck is that woman. I walk past the in-suite bathroom and down the stairs. As soon as I hit the landing, I know where she is. The distinct smell of cinnamon rolls is coming from the kitchen. Hmmm…someone must have been reading my mind. Walking into the kitchen, I see her standing over the stove in my yesterday’s button-up shirt with an apron on and I wish I had my fucking camera. There is nothing sexier than watching my woman saunter around our home cooking and dressed in my clothes.

  Shit. My dick spotted his mama and he wants in. I adjust him letting him know, I do too. I am so fucking horny watching her and her teeny tiny bump move around. Feeling the tension building from my toes, coiling my muscles, and making me extra froggy. I’m so hard right now, I could cut concrete wit
h my dick.

  Since I don’t have on anything right now, I start stroking myself as I make my way over to her. My eyes zeroing in on her pert little ass. I know the moment she realizes I am in the room. She hasn’t turned around, but her back straightens and her shoulders start rising and falling in shallow succession; letting me know she feels what’s coming. Not to mention, I can smell her need for me and it smells better than any bakery ever could.

  “What did I tell you about leaving the bed before I have had my morning fix, baby. Huh? Didn’t we have this talk yesterday when I pounded your pussy into submission. You itching for some more? Is that it?”

  “El…” She whines. I know she cannot think anymore because my mouth is on her neck, licking the sweet spot right before I sink my teeth in, letting her know not to move or bother turning around. As horny as I am, this is going to be fast, dirty, and hard.

  “Don’t move. Spread your legs apart, baby and brace your hands on the counter. That’s a good girl. Now stick your ass out and take what you got coming.” I lift my shirt from her, proving what I already knew.

  One, she didn’t have any panties on and two, she wants it so much its sliding down her legs. I can see her honey make her thighs slick and sticky with the evidence of her desire. As much as I want the honey in my mouth and giving me cavities, my dick is not as patient and he wants retribution for having to look for it.

  Smack.

  I smack an ass cheek, clenching my jaws as it turns a beautiful shade of pink and she moans trying to close her legs and squeeze them together. Fuck. I’m barely holding on myself.

  “Nah… ah…. keep em open.”

  Smack.

  I smack the other one. “Oh God El…. please…. I’m sorry. Please make it stop aching. Please just fuck me.”

  Damn. When your woman begs you like that, what else can you do? I rip the shirt open, grab ahold of her nipples, and plunge myself balls deep into her wet, hot, tight pussy. I swear I might have blacked out for a second. Shit. This is the best anecdote known to man. All the world’s problems could be solved by taking a break into the right pussy. Fuck.