by Anthology
“SOPHIE!” I punch her shoulder, mortified
“Maybe something a little more conservative. Ari, are you a sensitive person? Will the gems bother you?”
I look around to make sure we’re still alone before I answer. “No, it’s not that. But I’ve never done anything adventurous like this. I guess I’m apprehensive.”
“We have a new technique called vatooing. It’s becoming more and more popular.”
“How does it work?”
“You’d choose a design or create one, and an artist would spray tattoo it on your vagina area. It lasts up to ten days.”
“Oh, that sounds cool.”
“It can be. Some women come in a few times a month to have it done. There’s a certain sexuality about it that a man can’t deny.”
“That would be perfect for you to try. Ari, do it!” Sophie bumps my hip. “And then maybe Reed would forgive me for our little joke the other day.”
I know she’s sorry because of her hundred apologies, but Reed won’t let it go. Besides ruining her surprise for Jack, he has made snide comments and vowed revenge. She swears he actually cursed her and Jack since Jack is now lying in a hotel room with a stomach bug.
I think about Reed’s reaction, and excitement starts to bloom. “Okay, let’s do it. I know exactly what I want. Is there someone who can sketch it for me?”
“Absolutely.” Terri grins and hands me the same paperwork she gave Sophie earlier.
When I’m done, Sophie and I split up and Terri shows me to a private room where a woman is waiting.
It takes three sketches and two hours, but when Sophie and I leave, we both have a disc of seductive pictures, a bag of lingerie, and decorated vaginas for our men.
I have no doubt; Reed will forgive Sophie for every misdemeanor after tonight.
Chicago
Reed
I walk into our suite and stop dead. Even though it’s still daylight outside, the entire place is bathed in darkness. The floor to ceiling windows are draped, and the only light is coming from candles lit around the room. There’s a note lying on the side table with my name in Ari’s handwriting across the front.
Reed~
I have a surprise for you. Take a seat, get comfortable, and close your eyes.
Ari
I suck in a deep breath and look at the ceiling. “Thank you, God,” I say softly. Kicking off my shoes, I go to the sofa and sit, closing my eyes and waiting.
The bedroom door opens, and I immediately grow hard. The scent of Ari fills the room, and anticipation starts to course through me.
The sofa dips on each side as she settles on my lap, straddling me.
“Hey, baby, how was your day?” she says softly, kissing along my jawline, nipping at the corner of my lips.
“Better now.”
“I missed you. In fact, I missed you so much, I spent the whole day thinking of how to show you exactly how much.”
My heart starts racing, beating hard in my chest, as my mind runs wild. “Can’t wait to see what you have in mind.”
“Keep your eyes closed.” She skims the tip of her tongue across my lips and then moves down, kissing a path down my neck, along my collarbone, and stopping at my chest. I move my hands to her thighs and massage the soft bare skin as she unbuttons my shirt.
Her nails scrape over the ridges of my abs and leave a trail of warmth behind. I arch up and help her remove my shirt as she runs her lips over my shoulders. Desire and need burn through my veins, and I run my own hands from her thighs to her waist then up, feeling goose bumps rise under my fingers. When I reach her tits, I suck in a breath. Her nipples are hard peaked under what feels like soft lace.
“I need to see you.”
“Not yet. This is all about your imagination.”
“My imagination is telling me you’re exquisite, and barely covered in lace. I see your nipples in my mind, hard and begging for my tongue to circle and suck them into my mouth. Then I’ll move lower until my tongue slides inside your sweet pussy. You’ll moan in pleasure as I feast.” My heartbeat thunders in my ears as I get more and more turned on.
“Hmmm, you’re pretty good at this game. Let’s try this.” She moves one hand down her stomach until it reaches a band of more lace. “Can you guess what this is?”
“It feels like a waistband.”
She leans in, pressing her chest against mine. “Why don’t you move your hand lower?” Her breath is warm against my ear, causing a rumble deep in my chest.
I do as she says and move straight down her skin, soft, warm… and completely bare. Holy Fuck!
“Angel, Jesus Christ. What are you doing to me?”
“You’ll see.” She brushes her lips over mine, then slides slowly down my body.
She makes quick work of unbuckling my belt and removing the rest of my clothes. My dick jumps when she licks up the length and sucks on the tip. Her tongue swirls a few times before she takes me deep, opening enough to fit all the way down her throat. I move my hands to her head and tangle my fingers in her hair. She purposely glides her tits over my thighs as she works my cock expertly.
Every aspect of sex with Ari is incredible, but her blowjobs are out of this world. Literally. Three swipes of her tongue and I’m ready to come. When she sucks me deep and cups my balls, I bow off the sofa, squeezing my eyes tight.
“Baby, I need to see you. This is fucking torture,” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound.
“Not yet,” she garbles against my dick then quickens her pace.
A tingling starts at the base of my spine, and I try to pull her head up, wanting to be inside her.
“Ari—“
“Ummm…” she hums, her throat vibrating, and I lose it.
My hands clutch at her hair as I thrust into her face, exploding as she stills, swallowing greedily.
I sink into the sofa, trying to catch my breath as she kisses my cock one last time and crawls up my body, straddling me again.
“You can open your eyes now,” she whispers seductively.
My vision is spotty as I try to focus. When my eyes land on her, my heart races. She’s sitting astride me in white lace, looking every bit of the angel she is. I run my gaze down her body and stop breathing when I see the panties she’s wearing are nothing but a scrap of fabric— literally. They are crotchless. I stare for a full minute, licking my lips when I zero in on something foreign stretching across her beautiful silky skin. My mind finally catches up with my eyes.
“What the fuck is that?”
“It’s your number in script.”
“You got a tattoo on your pussy!?!”
“It’s temporary.”
My dick needs no recovery time when I look closer at the artwork my wife has etched on her bare skin. “This may be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my fucking life.”
“Thought you may like it.”
“Please, tell me it’s safe to fuck you.”
“Oh, yeah, but we need to watch out for friction, so I thought I’d fuck you.” She threads her hands through my short hair, grazing my scalp, and seals her mouth over mine.
I grip her hips and position her so I can slide in easily. Our mouths stay fused together as she starts to rock against me. My hands move to her ass so I can hold her as I angle and thrust from below.
Her hips meet me stroke for stroke, and she pulls her mouth from mine, panting against my lips. Tiny moans escape, and I quicken my pace, determined to push her over the edge— hopefully more than once. Our bodies slap together and sexual heat surrounds us. Her body arches into mine as her head falls to the side.
“Heaven, you feel like heaven.” I lick her collarbone and then bite down lightly and suck. It’s going to leave a mark and she’ll be pissed, but I can’t help it. A carnal urge to brand her takes over, and I speed up my movements.
She starts to swivel her hips as she rides me hard. My balls grow tight when her small moans turn heated. Her pussy clenches tightly, and she lets out an ero
tic cry as she shatters, taking me with her.
Neither of us moves for several moments as our breathing returns to normal. She lifts her head to mine, her eyes glowing bright. “Think we may have broken the no-friction rule.” She giggles.
“It’s a stupid rule. No way I could control myself after seeing that.”
“Mmmm.” She wraps her arms around me, laying her head on my shoulder.
My hands skim up and down her back, soaking in her closeness. She sighs in contentment and wiggles. My cock twitches, but not in a good way. Heat moves through my groin and sends a burning down my dick to my balls. It’s not a slow burn. Within a second, it turns into a searing pain.
“Shit! Babe, scoot off me!” I try to move her gently, but she flops beside me clumsily with a look of confusion. I don’t have time to explain before I let out a cry in agony.
My dick is pulsing, and not because of an erection. The whole length has turned a deep red, almost purple. My balls throb and the whole groin area is starting to splotch.
I run to the bathroom, turn on the shower, and jump under the icy spray. It gives me a small bit of relief before the pain returns.
“Reed, what’s going on?”
“My dick is on fire.” I grunt, trying to get a handle on the tingles shooting down my thighs.
“Oh my God! It’s swollen and purple!” She steps in front of me and touches it. I hiss and leap back. My knees give out and I sink down, clutching my manhood and praying for relief.
“Mutherfucker!” I scream as scorching, agonizing, bone-chilling pain seeps down my lower body.
“I’m calling 911!” She runs out of the bathroom frantically.
“No! Call Dr. Ross!”
A few minutes pass when the door flies open and Ari comes in, followed by the team doctor and his PA.
“Reed, can you stand?” he asks gently.
I shake my head, not caring how pathetic it looks. He turns off the water and joins me in the oversized shower, bending down and lifting my hands.
I miss the cold water and wince when he pats a towel to dry my lower body.
“You’re quite swollen.”
“No shit.”
“Can someone tell me what happened?”
Ari steps in and bends down, taking one of my hands. She bites her lips nervously, and I notice she’s wearing my shirt from earlier.
“Nothing unusual. Reed came back from the stadium. I was waiting on him. We umm, well, we umm…”
Her face turns bright red as she locks eyes with mine. “We had sex on the sofa. Then this happened.” She blurts it out so fast then hangs her head in embarrassment.
“We had phenomenal sex.” I correct her, trying to break the tension. Doc nudges me with his knee, doing a shit job of hiding his amusement.
“This can’t be happening,” she says quietly.
“How about letting me examine Reed and you go talk to my PA?”
She nods and kisses me on the forehead, then walks out.
Doctor Ross lays a cold compress on me while he inspects the area. “Is there a reason you have specks of teal all over your penis and pubic area?”
What?
“Damn.” I scrub my hand up and down my face. “Ari got a temporary tattoo on her pu—”
“Vagina?” he cuts me off.
“Yeah.”
“I think what I’m seeing is an allergic reaction to the ink.”
“Am I going to be okay? Please, tell me my dick’s not broken.”
He chuckles and hands me an ointment. “It’s not broken. You’ll be fine in a few days. My suggestion is to shave the area and apply this ointment. I’ll leave a few ice packs to get you through the night. Benadryl is safe. But no sex until the swelling recedes and you’re back to normal.”
“What about the game tomorrow.”
“We’ll assess at nine am. It’s really how you feel.”
“Reed, I’m so sorry.” Ari’s voice cracks and I look to see her standing in the doorway with tears in her eyes. “I thought it would be sexy.”
“We’ll let ourselves out,” Dr. Ross tells me in a hushed tone, giving me a look of understanding. He helps me stand then slaps me on the back before leaving.
“Come here.” I reach out to her and she curls into my body, her tears falling on my chest. “It was sexy. Don’t blame yourself. But now I’m gonna need you to help make it better.”
I give her the instructions from Dr. Ross. Once I’m feeling a little more like a human, she gets me to bed and tucks in close.
“Ari, you said this thing is temporary… When will it be gone?”
“Seven to ten days.”
Seven to ten days? No sex for seven to ten days? No way that’s gonna fly. Even in pain, I know I can’t go that long.
She must read my mind because she lifts up, balancing on my chest, and gives me a slow grin. “So I guess blow jobs will have to do until it’s gone.”
“I think I can live with that.”
Suddenly, a wonderful night that turned disastrous now seems a little less tragic.
Oh yeah, I can definitely live with that…
2 ½ weeks later
Ari
I walk into the kitchen looking for Reed and find him leaning against the counter watching a sports recap on the local news. He’s laser focused until I step in front of him and block his view.
“You realize you played that game yesterday, right?”
“Yeah, and we kicked ass. It’ll never get old seeing the highlights when we win.”
“Cocky much?”
“Not cocky if it’s true.” He flashes a wide smile and I melt against his chest, kissing him lightly.
“Where are the kids?”
“Davis has Katy in the playroom watching a movie. Corbin’s asleep.
“We need to talk,” I say, stepping back and hopping onto the counter, pulling him between my legs.
“About?”
“Remember our little debacle a few weeks ago in Chicago?”
“Never will forget it,” he replies roughly.
“Well, I think it’s time you forgave Sophie. She still feels guilty.”
“She should. She talked my wife into a hair-brained idea that resulted in excruciating pain and endless humiliation. I’m still fielding jokes in the locker room.”
“But she didn’t force me to get vatooed.”
“No, but she used her craziness to lure you there. You’d never have done that on your own.”
“True, but we had some of the hottest sex of our lives. I still remember every detail.”
“I do too. But I also remember having to leave the game at half-time and the doctor having to report it as a scrotum injury. Do you know how much shit I’ve taken?”
“It’s too bad, really.” I sigh and tilt my head to the side, giving him my best disappointed look. “Because it may have ended badly, but that night will forever be etched in my brain. Good or bad. Humiliated or not. I’d go as far to say as it’s going into the ‘top nights of our life’ category.”
He narrows his eyes and looks at me skeptically. “Have you been drinking?”
“Not a drop.” I move his hand to my stomach and watch his eyes grow wide in surprise. “I’m pregnant, again.”
His breath hitches and he lifts his eyes to mine. “Chicago?”
“Yes, it had to be. I took a test and did the dates in my head this morning. It has to be that night.”
He stares at our hands and then steps closer, cupping my face and kissing me gently. “You’re going to give me four.” He refers to his wish before Katy was born to have four children.
“I am, but we’re gonna have a talk after this one is born.”
“I love you, Arianna Williams.”
“I love you too.”
He rests his forehead against mine and sighs in resignation. “I’ll forgive her. But damn if she doesn’t stay out of our sex life from now on.”
“Agreed.” I giggle and grip his hands holding my face. “It’
s funny how the most awkward night of our lives may be the most memorable.”
He laughs along with me and pulls me close. “Oh yeah, it’s definitely one we’ll never ever forget.”
The End
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Ahren spent her formative years living in an active volcano. There her family made collectible lava art. She studied rock collecting at the Sorbonne in France. There she met the love of her life-her pet pig Sybil. She returned to the states and started writing. She is happily married to a guy who used to live under a bridge and she met while pole-dancing. They have one amazing daughter.
Now, meet the real me. I grew up in the south and consider myself a true “Southerner”. Most of the special locations mentioned in my books are reflections of my favorite places. Living on the Florida coast, my family spends a lot time at the beach, which is where I usually can be found with a book in my hand.
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Other Books by Ahren Sanders
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Surrender Series:
Surrendering (Raven & Declan)
Surviving (Raven & Declan Conclusion)
Salvation (Robbie & Ember)
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Finding Series:
Finding Our Way (Bryce & Devon Novella)
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Reed’s Reckoning
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“Mace, seriously, I can’t talk right now,” I said into my phone as I pulled my rental car into a parking spot in front of her apartment.
“Can you come take a look at him? The damn foal is lame as shit, and I can’t decide if the vet is an idiot or if the farrier has lost his mind.”
