by Hilary Storm
Inked Brothers: Jake Volume Two
by Hilary Storm & Jacob Wilson
Copyright 2015 Hilary Storm
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Cover Model: Jacob Wilson
Photographer: Furious Fotog
Cover Designer: Designs by Dana
Editor: Kellie Montgomery
DEDICATION
To all the readers who put their faith in us in the first Jake book. Without your encouragement this would all just be something we talked about doing.
“Don’t be afraid to step out of the box and not be ordinary!” ~Hil
WARNING- This book contains graphic scenes of a sexual nature and language. Not intended for anyone under the age of 18... or those easily offended.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
This book should be read following Jake Volume One…. Get it on Amazon if you haven’t read it first!
Inked Brothers: Jake Volume Two
Chapter Nine
Jake
"Jake, just go look in the kitchen. I'll keep looking in here." I can tell by the tone of Addi's voice that she wants me out of her room. I can't blame her. There's not a single chance in hell that I won't say more about what I saw in that box. There's also no way that shit won't haunt my thoughts and make me think of her even more than I already have been the last few days.
"Right on," I reply as I make my way down the hall. The thoughts of her in a sex swing start to make my dick twitch. Oh hell. The things I would do to her if I ever get her in one. The other toys in that box are just a bonus, I could take em' or leave em'. I'm not into torture pain, but I'm not the type to deny someone what gets them off either. If she needs a good ass spankin.... I'd be more than happy to oblige. Shit, now that I think of it, maybe I could be persuaded to love that kind of kink.
"Thank God, I found them," I hear her yell from behind me. I'm very relieved to hear her just as my focus finally hits the shit ton of boxes in the kitchen. Digging in all of these would've been a nightmare.
"Let's get back to the shop and finish those lines. I'll have Rikki watch over Brutus while we get the work in."
"Sounds perfect." She's corralling me toward the front door as she continues to talk. "Let's get out of here before you find something else to give me shit about."
"Wait, there's more?" I stop at the door and attempt to peek back in the house. She pokes me in the chest to stop me.
"I guess you'll never know." Her face looks shocked as the tip of her finger starts to move slowly over my chest. "Jesus, Jake. Your chest is almost as big as mine."
Grinning, I glance down at her tits, my mind going all over the place with the possibilities. "I think you still have me there." Those fucking tits. I've seen em'. She's got me beat for sure. She slowly pulls her finger away from me and even turns to hide them from me.
I should tease her more. I should just fucking grab her, wrap her fucking legs around me and march back in that fucking house and tease her like I really want to, but I wont. She's made it perfectly clear that she wants to play hard to get. That's ok. I don't mind the game. Honestly, I'm completely up for the challenge.
As we make our way back to the shop, an awkward silence takes over the truck. Is she thinking what I'm thinking? How fucking hot sex together would be, or is she embarrassed? Who knows how women think. I notice her fidgeting with her hands and start to think of a way to clear the funk in the air.
"So, what's the significance of the pirate ship, if you don't mind me asking?" I catch her off guard. She snaps her head around in my direction, looking surprised.
"Do you really want to know?"
"Of course. Why else would I ask? I mean, unless you'd rather talk about other things." My grin has to tell her what I'm thinking. She quickly looks out the window and starts talking.
"When I was a little girl, my dad had a huge office with books everywhere, but my favorite was an old first edition Peter Pan book. He would read it to me at night as I would fall asleep. Those are some of my first and favorite memories of him. The pirate ship reminds me of those times, the best of days from my childhood. Anytime I feel alone or down, I'll always have a reminder of the great times."
"That's great meaning behind such a massive tattoo. I can't wait to finish the details for you."
"I wish I could've actually found the book in his things, but someone probably took it and sold it. That someone was probably my asshole brother. Near the end, my dad wasn't doing well and before I made it out this way, he was being taken care of by my brother. He is such a fuckup, he probably pawned it for money. He won’t tell me what happened to the books. So I figure a tattoo is the best way to remember. It's permanent and can't be sold or misplaced."
I make a mental note of the significance of her ink. If I remember right, one of my clients has connections that may help me surprise Addi with what she's looking for.
We make it back to the shop in no time, and I start her tattoo again right after we give the big guy his meds and send him home with Rikki.
She assumes the perfect position again on the table without even hesitating or making a big deal about it. My eyes defy me and scan her body yet again, noticing perfection from every angle.
Trying to pull my shit together, I turn on my playlist and crank up the volume. I choose to be nice and not torment her the entire time I'm working on her. She'll learn very quickly that her only break from me in that department will be when she's on this table. There's no way I'll chance fucking this ink up. It means too much to her.
Time passes quickly, just like it always does when I lose myself in a piece. I get consumed by the details and the desire to create a perfect piece of art.
"Looks like that's about it for tonight. I'll have to hit you with a few more sessions before it'll look the way I want it to."
She looks in the mirror again, and I only watch her eyes this time. Well, and her lips as they curve into a smile. She has a beautiful smile. Her lips are so fucking full and perfect, my eyes are just attracted to them. She's so fucking contagious. Hell, my eyes are attracted to everything on her perfect body.
"Jake. I love it. I can imagine exactly what it'll look like. Once you get the chance to add the small details, it'll be the exact tattoo I was hoping for. Thank you so much!" She bows her face just enough that I know she's having a flashback memory or a thought of sadness about the whole reason behind the tattoo. I hate this for her. I know in this moment that I have to find her that book. I just hope she appreciates it half as much as she does this tattoo.
"Just wait until it's finished, then you can thank me." She starts to put her clothes back on and I stop her. "Hold on, I need to wrap that."
Fuck, she looks fucking sexy standing here naked in front of me. Her confidence is sexy and I'd love to show her just exactly how attracted I am to her.
"Oh, sorry."
"This could just be a reason for me to see you naked longer." Her eyes move quickly to mine.
She attempts to cover herself with very little success. "You'd like that,
wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, I would." She stops fidgeting.
"Jake. Stop."
"Stop what? I'm just enjoying the view."
"Stop saying things like that. I can't."
"You can't take a compliment?"
"Yes, that's not what I'm saying." She pauses mid sentence and just looks straight at me. Her silence makes everything awkward for a few seconds. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For the compliment and for making me feel so comfortable doing this tattoo. I'm not usually a person who stands around without clothes on."
"I appreciate that. It makes me feel good that you're that comfortable with me."
I move to cover her ink. The tattoo runs over the curve of her breast, all the way down and includes the curve of her hip. I take my time, making sure to handle her with a delicate hand.
"Will you call me and tell me how he's doing?" Is she seriously thinking about Brutus when I'm rubbing ointment on her naked skin? She's now covering herself as much as she can, but that's irrelevant at this point.
"You should just come and see him for yourself." Her eyes cut to mine quickly again.
"I don't think I should."
"Yes, you should definitely rush back home to that box of toys. Maybe you'll find some dinner in a different box."
"So, now you're asking me to dinner?"
"Well, tonight is very formal. I'm in the mood to kill some pancakes, so I'm making breakfast." I finish rubbing the ointment over her ink and start to wrap it up. I can see her thinking and I can tell she's going over all the reasons in her head that she shouldn't be alone with me at my house.
"I can always cook you breakfast in the morning, if you'd like that better." Again, surprise sparks across her face and she moves to get dressed.
"Jake. Stop." Why is it so fucking fun to tease her? If she only knew how many I'm holding back on her.
"How about this.... I promise not to make any more comments that will make you uncomfortable."
"Riiiiight! Why do I have a feeling that's impossible?"
"Ok, you're probably right. How about I promise to try my best?" She doesn't respond right away, so I start cleaning up my work area.
"I guess I'll stop by for a little while. I have to see this for myself."
"See what?"
"You cooking."
"I love to cook! In fact, I'm real mean on the grill; you'll have to test that another day."
"How much do I owe you?"
"We'll talk about that when I finish. I want to make sure it's what you want."
"I can tell you that it will be. I'll see you tonight." She pulls her hair out of the neck of her shirt and lets it fall just as she opens the door, adjusting her clothes the entire time she walks through the shop. Fuck. I wish that was for different reasons.
"Tyler, I'm out. Close up the shop tonight. Don't fuck anything up." I head out on a mission to get home and make sure everything is good to go before she gets there.
"Sure, Boss!"
Chapter Ten
"Rikki, thanks for everything today!" Brutus is sprawled out on the tile floor as I walk in, so I lower to pet him. This isn't his usual greeting.
"What's going on with him?"
"He's acting better now. I think he'll be all right after some rest."
"He's not himself."
"He's a lot better now than he was. I think what Addi gave him helped." I stand just as she says her name.
"She's coming over to check on him."
"Awe, you might have you a keeper there. Maybe you should avoid trying to fuck her for awhile to see how the chemistry is." I walk away as she starts talking. How well does she know me?
"What's the fun in that shit?" She laughs, knowing she's just chatter noise to my ears with this nonsense.
"I'm just saying, there's something to be said for a woman who doesn't open her legs the first day she meets you."
"Yeah well, do you practice what you preach?"
"Haha. Good point! Maybe I should try that myself!"
"Let me know how that works for ya. I need to take a shower, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Can't get me out of here fast enough, can you?" She finds my actions humorous. Why do I feel like a damn high school kid again?
"Nothing against you Rikki, but get the fuck out!"
"None taken, Boss! I know where your head is right now." Yeah, I'm not even stepping into a fucking 'head' joke.
"Night!" I yell across the house. I can hear the door close shortly after I step into the shower. I didn't realize how tired my body is until just now. I let the hot water run over my muscles with every intention of taking a quick shower. I usually like to take my time, but since I have no idea when she plans to be here, I need to hurry.
Stepping out of my bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, I hear a voice. It's hers, but I don't know who she's talking to. Did she really bring a buffer? Well, I hope the buffer can handle me in a towel.
"I didn't know you were here already." Walking into the living room, I find her on the couch, with Brutus laying his big head across her lap. She's rubbing his ears and talking to him like they're long lost buds. So much for my mean watch dog.
"Yeah, Rikki let me in."
"Did she now? That was nice of her when she knew I'd be in the shower. I'll have to thank her for this little setup." She looks down at my towel. I catch the appreciation in her eyes, even though she tries to hide it from me.
"Your tattoos. Holy shit." As soon as I turned my back to her, I knew that would come. It always does. Very few people are prepared for my fully covered back when they see me without a shirt for the first time.
"Yeah. I have just a couple. He looks like he's feeling better." He's now rolled over on his back, legs spread, just enjoying the hell out of her attention.
"I think he likes me!"
"Looks like it. I'll go get changed and start dinner."
"You don't really have to cook, I won't hold you to it."
"Eh. I don't mind. Cooking for one gets old." I pull on a pair of athletic shorts as I continue talking to her from my bedroom.
"Next time, it's your turn to show off your skills." Hell yes there's a double meaning to that and I can't fuckin' wait to let her show me. I can hear her talking, but have no idea what she's saying, so I decide to forgo a shirt. This will give her a chance to admire what she's so hell bent on staying away from.
Walking back through the house, I can feel her eyes on me. I turn to catch her and she doesn't try to shy away this time.
"I just can't stop looking at all the color. Your tattoos are amazing."
"Thanks, I have a thing for the art. Look all you want, that's what it's there for." She starts to follow me into the kitchen. I can tell she's still watching me as I start to pull things out of the refrigerator.
"Do you like eggs with your pancakes?"
"Sure, that sounds great."
"How about bacon?"
"I'll eat whatever you want to make. I'm easy to please."
"I don't eat all this very often, but tonight I feel like splurging."
"I can tell you don't eat like this regularly."
"Yeah. I pretty much diet all year long. I figure since I'm practically a canvas that people always stare at, I may as well have a great physique to go with it."
"I could see that. Is there something you'd like me to do to help with dinner?"
"How are you at making pancakes?"
"I think I can handle that." I hand her the powder mix and reach to pull a bowl out of the cabinet for her to use.
"Which one did you get first?"
"What?"
"Oh, sorry. I'm just curious what the meaning is behind all your tattoos."
"This one right here is the only one with real meaning. The rest are just there for the art." I point to the word 'MOM' on my right arm.
"Wow, you must really love your mom."
"She's the only woman I'll ever have a tattoo for."
"I get tha
t."
"Yeah. She's been through a lot with all of us boys."
"How many brothers do you have?"
"Well there's Jax, of course, then Drew, who you should've met too." I can't speak past the lump in my throat to say Shane's name, so I just leave it at that.
"That's not too bad. Three boys.... It's probably a good thing there wasn't a girl born into that mix!"
"Yeah. I can only imagine how protective we would've been over a sister." I answer her as I'm walking across the room to hit some music. Maybe it'll help lighten my mood. "What kind of music do you like?"
"I'm good with anything." I hit the rock channel and hear Rob Bailey begin to fill the room. This should keep me out of trouble with her, for a little while anyway. After all, I did promise to try to keep my sexual comments to myself.
I start to watch her as she begins to mix the contents in the bowl. Damn it. Why is she so fucking sexy? I mean shit, she's stirring shit in a bowl and my dick thinks it's time to start stirring as well.
"So, what's it like owning a business with my twin?" It's best if I just start busying myself with bacon... Fucking bacon.
"I think when we get past all the initial problems, it's going to be easier. It's the best thing I've ever done, though. He's a great guy. It's nice to find someone so fair and still very business savvy."
"Yeah, he's always been very savvy."
"What's your story, Jake?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you single? I mean, it seems like you're successful in business, so commitment can’t be the issue."
"Oh, you think you have me figured out?" I don't want to talk about this shit. Why did she go there?
"No, actually it's the opposite. You have me very confused."
"What's so confusing? My life is perfect. Why would I upset the mix?"
"It just seems like someone should've snatched you up by now."
"Oh believe me, they've tried."
"So what is it then?" Ok, it's time to shut her up. She doesn't get to keep pushing this. I promised to keep her from feeling uncomfortable... well, here goes that, or does it?
