Carnal: Pierced and Inked

by Simone Sowood

  (STEEL)

  I rub Emily’s arms as we walk from the elevator to our hotel door. Even with her in my arms the whole walk back to the hotel, her skin is still icy. It’s probably forty-five out, but she was standing in that icy mist for I don’t know how long.

  We’ll need to get her a better coat tomorrow, so this doesn’t happen again.

  “I can’t feel my toes,” Emily says.

  And boots, we need to get her a good pair of boots. Not those flimsy shoes she’s wearing.

  In the meantime, my mind is racing with the best way to warm her up. In front of the fireplace? In the whirlpool?

  I swipe the keycard, and Emily moans in disappointment when the light turns red. The sound lands straight on my cock, and I swipe the fucking keycard gain.

  The green light shows, I open the door and I half hurl her through it. Letting the door close on its own, I hurry her into the bedroom. I unzip her coat, and start to pull it off her.

  “I’m cold,” she says, tugging on the coat.

  “That’s why I’m taking your cold clothes off, how are you going to warm up with cold, damp clothes on?”

  Emily drops her arms and lets me undress her, her teeth chattering the whole time. My jeans are sopping wet from when I kneeled in the puddle, but I don’t give a shit.

  I slide down her pregnancy jeans, and pull off her shirt and bra. Fuck, her tits are bigger every time I see them. The sight of them there, all heavy on her chest stiffens my cock.

  “Get in bed,” I say, ripping back the comforter.

  Naked and shivering, she climbs into the bed and I tuck the comforter tight around her neck.

  “I thought you were coming in with me,” she says.

  “I am, once I get my cold, wet clothes off,” I say as I kick my shoes off.

  “I still can’t feel my toes.”

  Naked, I climb under the covers with her and say, “Don’t worry, no better way to warm you up than with a little body heat.”

  I wrap myself around her icy skin, and hold her tight, trying to give her my warmth. It’s still difficult to understand what happened this afternoon, but she’s here now, even though she now knows everything. My Emily.

  My lips move across the cold skin of her cheeks, her chin still shivering. Our mouths press together, and I cup her cheeks to warm them. At first her lips are cold, but I kiss and suck them, and they thaw.

  When the skin of her cheeks is warm, I move my hands lower. Caressing the tops of her shoulders and arms, making sure to keep the duvet tight over us.

  I slide my body down, nipping and sucking to warm her skin as I move. As soon as my head is below her shoulders, I pull the duvet over it and tight around Emily’s neck again. It’s like I’m in a cave.

  Her skin is already warmer from me pressing my body against it, though her nipples are already hard from the cold.

  Taking one of the hard nubs in my mouth, I roll it around with my tongue. I cup her other tit in my hand, at least as much as now fits in my hand. How the fuck much bigger are they going to get?

  Emily moans, and arches her back to push her tits closer to me. I suck her nipple as hard as I can and she gasps. The corners of my mouth turn up in a smile. I know her nipples have a direct line to her pussy, and it seems more intense now she’s pregnant.

  I take her other nipple in my mouth, and suck harder and longer. Her knees shoot up, and she grinds her hips against me, but I keep on sucking, loving how crazy it’s making her. That should warm up her insides.

  Emily lets out a high-pitched groan, and I let go of her nipple. I kiss and nip over her tits and down the soft skin of her front. It’s much warmer now, and feels hot against my lips.

  As I kiss down over her belly, and notice for the first time that it’s growing. I brush my fingers over it, thinking of the future, our future, and how amazing it’s going to be.

  She rocks her hips, and I carry on sucking and nipping at her skin, until I reach her mound.

  Normally I’d kiss all around it, but the air under the blanket is heavy with lust. I crush my lips against hers, probing with my tongue to find her clit and suck it hard into my mouth. Emily gasps and starts moaning.

  I suck her clit harder than I sucked her nipples, grinding my hard cock against the mattress at the same time. I keep on sucking her clit until she’s breathless from moaning so much.

  Her hands grab my hair, and her body twists and turns as she comes. Fucking hell, I need to stop before I blow my load the way I did that very first night with her.

  I fly back up her body, my head emerges from under the covers and I plant my lips on hers for a quick, deep kiss. With my knee, I kick open her legs and without pausing, I push my cock straight into her slick pussy.

  Still spasming from her climax, her walls grip my cock as I thrust into her. My balls tingle more every time my dragon cock is fully buried in her.

  “Are you warm now?” I ask into her ear, my voice low.

  “Very,” she says, her voice breathy.

  “Good.”

  I pull out of her, throwing the covers back with my body. I pause a moment to look down over my beautiful woman before gripping her arm, pulling her off the bed and planting her against the floor-to-ceiling window.

  Her tits flatten against the glass, her hard nipples pearling in the center. I spread her legs and line my hips up behind her, pressing my tip against her entrance.

  She lets out a light moan, and I push deep into her. I start to move, slowly at first, I want to make this last. My cock starts throbbing, and I stop moving.

  “Enjoy this view, Goldie. This is me. This is who I am,” I say, my voice a growl.

  Emily’s eyes widen as she looks out at the view below and moans.

  Reaching around, I find her clit with my fingertips. One touch, her head turns to me, and her eyes roll back in her head. Her legs turn to jelly, and I hold her up by pounding my cock into her.

  Her walls are spasming like crazy around me, making my dick tingle and throb like never before.

  “Fuck,” I grunt as an intense orgasm smacks through me, and I fill her with my come.

  We lean against the window while we catch our breaths, silently watching the view below.

  I grab the two fluffy, white bathrobes and drape one over her shoulders. After putting the other on, I take her hand and lead her to our living room. Emily sits on the sofa, and I flick the switch to turn on our gas fireplace.

  Flopping down on the sofa beside her, I put my arm around her and pull her into me. She rests her head on my shoulder. We sit like that for ages.

  “What’re you thinking?” I ask.

  “No regrets,” she says, “not a single fucking one.”

  I kiss the top of her head, and wonder how the fuck I got here. Back in my home town, my home country, sitting in a swanky hotel suite, and most of all, with Emily in my arms and my baby in her belly.

  Epilogue

  (EMILY)

  TWO YEARS LATER…

  We’re on our way to Colmar. The only time we make the hour’s drive is either to visit my parents or visit Courtney and Maddie. Otherwise the town is my past.

  My parents chose to stay in Colmar, even though their daughter was and is the biggest scandal that ever happened in the town. I’m a local celebrity.

  It always feels good to drive through town in our shiny Cadillac Escalade. When we go down the main drag, I always open the windows so everyone can see me with my carny.

  After we got back from Niagara Falls, my dad’s friend immediately started working on whatever visas Steel needed to stay. It was so complicated, I couldn’t even keep track.

  Steel opened a GM dealership in Effingham, which is the next big place past Woburn. He chose it because of the name, said it was clearly the place for him. Whatever. It’s a nice, green place for a small city and a good place to raise a family.

  The baby was born before we could legally marry. Not that it matters. Though I heard from Courtney that I was the talk of the town ag
ain. Honestly, I wish these people would wake up and realize what century they live in.

  I was kind of hoping we’d have a boy, and that I could name him Kayden. But Steel said no way in hell would he name anyone after himself.

  It didn’t matter anyway, since the baby was a girl. A beautiful, bright blue-eyed girl with blonde hair and a smile that could melt the heart of even the hardest carny. We called her Trixie. Though I think in Steel’s mind her name is Tricksy. Or even Trickster.

  Once a carny, always a carny. But I guess that goes for me too.

  “Hey, how are you? Still praying for my family?” I wave out the window at Barbara, the town’s biggest gossip.

  She glances over, and her eyes bulge when she realizes it’s me. I burst out laughing, and she turns away and disappears into the nearest store. No doubt she’s gone in to talk all about that nasty Emily girl harassing her.

  “You’re bad,” Steel says, chuckling.

  Trixie bursts out crying in her car seat. She’s seventeen months old now, and very protective of me.

  I turn around, squeezing as much as my body between the seats as I can and stroke her leg.

  “It’s okay, sweetie, Daddy was just joking.”

  Steel flips the radio onto the CD player. The Wiggles always, always calms her. It’s our foolproof method, and soon enough, her crying’s stopped and her head is bobbing to the beat.

  “I can’t fucking believe I have to listen to The Wiggles,” Steel mutters under his breath.

  “You love it,” I say, straightening my body in my seat.

  “I hate it. But I love her, so here we are, singing about fruit salads.”

  “Fruit salads are yummy.”

  Steel shakes his head as I start singing along with the song. As I sing, I twirl the wedding band on my finger. I’ve worn it for almost a year now, ever since we exchanged rings at our town hall official paper signing, but I still play with it whenever I’m extra happy.

  Steel’s dealership is already one of the best in the area. He hired a bunch of people my dad wouldn’t given a second thought to, but Steel can read them. He knew which would be cheats or lazy.

  As a result, it’s got a reputation of being the place for real men to buy their trucks.

  Although I started selling there one or two days a week too. It turns out lots of women actually want to buy from another woman. Even though I work a fraction of the hours, I’m one of the top salespeople in the dealership. I might even beat Steel, if I ever start working full-time.

  Except that won’t be for a while. We’re expecting another baby. This one is a boy, but not due for another few months. Steel still insists on not naming him Kayden. Now I’m working on it for his middle name.

  “We’re here,” Steel says to Trixie in his daddy voice.

  We’ve found a parking spot down a side street. Steel hops out of the car and gets the stroller out of the back while I unbuckle Trixie.

  Once she’s buckled into her stroller, since she likes to climb out of it, we walk to the park. I push, and Steel wraps his arm around my waist.

  After my father decided Steel was worthy of his approval, he, as Lions Club President, decided to always use Papa Smurf’s carnival. And they’re in town today.

  “I can’t believe I’m lining up and paying to get in. Can’t we just go around the back or something?” Steel says.

  “You’re just a regular-paying townie now,” I say.

  Steel laughs and shakes his head. This must be strange for him. It’s the first time we’ve been back to the carnival since we left it in Mississippi. Though he keeps in touch with everyone online, I only keep in touch with Cess.

  “Fun, fun,” Trixie says, reaching her hand in front of her.

  “That’s right, we’re going to have lots of fun,” Steel says.

  “We always do,” I say, smiling and touching my fingers to his.

  We walk down the midway, but I don’t see Cess. She must be on her break.

  “Well, look who showed up,” Papa Smurf says from behind us.

  He slaps Steel across the back, and I turn to hug him.

  “Let me see this baby of yours,” he crouches in front of Trixie and wiggles his finger against her cheek. “I half didn’t believe she was real.”

  “There’s another coming too,” I say.

  Papa Smurf stands to his full height and shakes his head. “Well, ain’t you just the family man now.”

  “Don’t forget respectable business owner,” I say.

  “You two are lucky my daughter is here, or I’d tell you what I think of that,” Steel says.

  “I’m going to take Trixie to meet Cess,” I say.

  Gripping the stroller handle, I push it over the bumpy grass, searching for her. I spot her by the funnel cakes, and head over to her.

  “Hey!” I say.

  “God, she’s adorable. Looks just like her old man,” Cess says, picking Trixie up and cuddling her.

  “She’s a little mini Steel,” I say.

  “So what’s new, anything?”

  “I finally heard from that private detective I hired,” I say.

  “The one in Canada?” She asks.

  Cess is the only one who knows I hired him. It was just after Trixie was born, and my curiosity got the better of me. Sitting at home alone with her, one day I found him online and sent an email.

  “Yeah.”

  “And?”

  “His mother was killed with her husband in a drunk driving accident about six years ago.”

  “Shit, that’s rough.”

  “Language,” I say, raising my eyebrows.

  “Oops, forgot someone’s got little ears,” Cess says, cupping Trixie’s head.

  “It’s probably easier anyway. No decisions to be made, anyway.”

  “Did you tell Steel?”

  “No, nothing. He still doesn’t know I hired the private investigator. Steel always said his mother was dead to him, so what’s the point of telling him she actually is dead?”

  “At least you know.”

  “I guess,” I say, shrugging.

  I don’t know what I was hoping would happen. Maybe that she’d sobered up and left her abusive husband, and was desperate to find her son again. I guess that was just a pipe dream on my part.

  We chat for a while longer, until Steel comes along.

  “Come with me,” he says.

  “I’ll come back and find you later,” I tell Cess.

  He takes Trixie from Cess and holds her. I walk along beside him, pushing the empty stroller.

  Steel leads me straight to the Ferris wheel, past the massive line and right to the front.

  “You fucking cocksucker, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Whiskey says with a smile.

  “Watch your mouth around my kid,” Steel says, covering one of Trixie’s ears.

  “You gotta be shitting me, I never thought I’d see your ugly face again,” Whiskey says.

  “And I was hoping I’d never see yours,” Steel says. He sounds tough, but I know he’s laughing on the inside.

  The ride stops, and Whiskey moves to unload the first car. The people get off, and Steel steps on with Trixie, with me right behind him.

  “You can’t take a baby on that ride!” someone yells.

  “There’s a line here!” another yells.

  Barbara’s going to love this juicy bit of gossip, but not one iota of me gives a shit. In fact, I’d love to tell her myself. Actually, what I’d really love to do is describe Steel’s dick to her. The look on her face would be priceless.

  Steel’s holding Trixie in his arms, and I know she’s completely safe. I snuggle up beside them. The Ferris wheel stops and starts, loading and unloading, and soon our car is stopped at the very top.

  “Look, Trixie, you can see everywhere from here,” Steel says.

  Trixie’s eyes are wide, and her head turns in every direction.

  “You can even see Grandma’s house,” I say, pointing.

  She fol
lows the direction of my finger, but I doubt she can see where I’m pointing, there’s too much in between, and her eyes are drawn by the other moving rides.

  “Would you believe, little miss, that your mommy and I had our first date right here, in this very spot?”

  My eyes shift to the car number, and I see it’s the same car we first sat in together. And the same one we got married in. Obviously Steel set this up with Whiskey before.

  “I knew the moment I first laid eyes on your mommy that I had to have her.”

  “I don’t think she gets the double entendre,” I say, smiling.

  Steel doesn’t look at me, instead he continues talking to Trixie. “At first she only wanted me for one thing, but when I didn’t give it to her, she started to realize I was more than just a pretty face. And she started loving me, just like I loved her. And then you came along. You’re very lucky you have the best mommy in the whole wide world. And I’m going to take you all around the whole world, just to prove it to you.”

  We’ve been at the top for ages, far longer than it takes to unload and load a car, and I realize Steel’s arranged this with Whiskey too.

  “I never thought I’d win at anything, and here I won the biggest prize of all. Except I keep doing something wrong. Even though I keep trying to do better. Three times, and I still never got it right.”

  I look at him, and though he’s talking to Trixie, his blue eyes are boring straight into me. He moves his closed hand over to me, and opens it. A massive solitaire lies in the center of his palm.

  Lip Service

  My new neighbor is an online sex advice vlogger — but she doesn’t know that I know

  Out of curiosity, I checked out her videos. Who wouldn’t?

  I didn’t count on being tempted by her sexy voice or her full lips.

  Too bad she’s off limits.

  Being a single dad isn’t easy, and I have rules — no relationships and no f*cking anyone my daughter knows.

  But when I become the subject of her posts, I can’t keep my hands off her any longer.

  I have to teach her everything she got wrong in her videos.