My Anchor (Trio Series Book 1)

by Blood, Joy

  “Okay,” I whisper back.

  “Now. I have a tattoo to inspect don't I?” He smiles at me then without warning pulls the front part of my shirt up to my neck exposing my boobs, stomach, and panties. Having a pair of boobs I happen to be proud of. 36C. I have flashed my fair share of people but for some reason, I feel exposed. He stops my hands from trying to grab the shirt and pull it back down.

  “You have some nice tits, Linn.” He says with a big grin on his face. I feel my face heat up, shit he is making me blush again. Sitting up more on his arms he leans down and gives my stomach a soft kiss right above my belly button. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, how does he make me feel like this?

  “Is this okay?” He asks pausing to look up at me. I let out a breathy ‘yes’ then he asks again tugging on the top of my panties. I nod to him this time not trusting my voice to actually work. The words quivering mess have never applied to me before but I do believe they do now. He places a kiss on my still covered mound and I shudder. “Breathe Linn.” He whispers so so soft against the juncture of my thighs. “You want me to stop just say the word okay?”

  “Okay.” I breathe out.

  He starts pulling down my panties exposing myself to him. He places another kiss directly in the same spot as before only this time uncovered it feels ten times more amazing. Grabbing my legs and spreading them one on each side of him he settles onto his knees leans forward and puts my legs up over his shoulders. Then he grabs my ass cheeks and pulls my pussy up to meet his mouth. Oh, that mouth. He starts off with one slow lick then flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue causing me to buck my hips.

  “So eager to get this pussy licked aren't you Screamer?” All I can do is moan back. I can feel him shaking with laughter. Fucker. “I got you. Scream loud for me. I know you can be loud.” And with that, he dives right in wasting no time. Licking, sucking and fucking me with his tongue. The man is a god. I’ve had a few men go down on me but never like this and never in the position. It’s a strange angle, but with his large hands clutching my ass he makes my pussy grind against his face controlling all movement. It feels amazing. I feel myself start to break and let out that scream that he has been talking about. Only this one is genuine and his name.

  “Fuck that was hot.” He tells me still kissing my folds and bringing me down from one hell of an orgasm. My limbs are like jello and I can’t move so he pulls the tee shirt down to cover me back up. “Love the tattoo by the way.” He winks then gets off the bed and heads for the bathroom. That shit.

  While he is gone I regain use of my extremities and set out to find my clothes which are folded neatly and placed on his dresser. Neat freak much? I throw them on just before he walks out the bathroom door.

  “Going somewhere?” He says walking past me to grab a shirt, jeans, and boxer briefs out of the dresser.

  “No… ah yeah home?” Without warning, he drops the shorts he has on exposing his semi-erect cock. I try everything I have in to look away but it just isn't going to happen. It’s long and thick already I can only imagine what it looks like when it’s rock hard. I faintly hear him clear his throat then finally snap myself out of it and look up at him. He has a smug expression on his face. One that says ‘yeah it’s big. You want to touch it?’ men and their penis’s.

  “It ain't going to suck itself, sweetheart.” I gasp at him, that motherfucker. His whole body rolls with laughter. “I'm only kidding babe. When you suck my dick I want you begging for it.” He winks then goes about getting his clothes on. Ass.

  “Hungry?”

  “I guess.” My stomach chooses that particular moment to growl.

  “Guess you are. You dressed for breakfast today?” Rolling my eyes at him I nod.

  “Great because I want those waffles we didn't get last week.”

  Everything is going great until we walk out of his room and past the kitchen where Clay is drinking coffee. Shit how could I have forgotten that he lived with Clay. Seeing my hookups again isn't something that normally happens. I look at him and he smiles. Then does a double take as if he suddenly realizes who I am.

  “Leah? What are you doing here?” Clay asks.

  “Linn.” Both Lee and I say at the same time.

  “She’s with me, man,” Lee says in an unreadable tone.

  “Well, shit thought that scream sounded familiar. Sure is a loud one isn't she?” Am I not here? “Takes a cock like a champ, though.” And with those last words Lee has him pinned up against the refrigerator by his throat.

  “Now I'm going to say this one time. Yes, you may have fucked her but you don't get to again. And you don't get to talk about it again. She is with me now. You will treat her with respect. Alright?” Lee grits out. Clay can barely nod in agreement but Lee must take that as a good enough response because he lets him down. “Good.” He tells Clay then walks back over to me cupping the back of my head then slams his mouth down onto mine. Branded with a kiss. It nearly knocks the wind out of me. Can the guy ever kiss. Clay long forgotten, Lee pulls away from me nipping my bottom lip. “Now let's go get waffles.” Yes, lets.

  “Waffle man?” I giggle at Lee as he piles the blubbery syrup on one of his waffles. He has ordered all you can eat waffles and so far has eaten three. Trying each syrup that is on the table with each new waffle the waitress brings, there are two more left so I imagine two more waffles are on the way.

  “Hell yes, I am. You like yours?” He gestures to my one waffle that I’ve only eaten half of.

  “Yes it’s good I'm just not much of a breakfast person I guess. But I do love waffles.” I smile at him. He really is quite adorable.

  “What are your plans for the day? Do you have Dirty Sunday to get to?” We both laugh and I tell him what it all entails.

  “That’s great you three have each other. I'm close with one of my brothers the other not so much which is weird since they are twins. You would think they would be similar.” Taking another bite the waitress comes by and drops off another waffle Taking his glass of orange juice to refill.

  “How are you on coffee?” She asks me.

  “I'm fine thank you.”

  “Brothers hmm… I always wondered what it would be like to have a sibling. I didn't meet Cris and Shane till we were in middle school.” He starts on his next waffle. Where does this guy put all this food?

  “You still talk to your dad?” Where did that come from?

  “No.” Now I really have no apatite.

  “Sorry, I'm sure you talk about your shit with the girls but you know you can talk to me too. I'm a good listener.”

  “My shit?” What the hell?

  “Yeah everyone has some no need to get pissy about it.”

  “Whatever. Are you done yet? I have things to do today.” I really don't but for some reason, he just pissed me off. Childish I know but if the shoe fits…

  “Alright.” He looks annoyed but says nothing else.

  There are no other words spoken on the way back to my apartment. That is until I'm about to leave.

  “I'm sorry for prying. My relationship with my dad sucks but I still talk to him. I just wanted to… I don't know.”

  “My dad used to beat the shit out of me and call me names whenever the house wasn't clean, bills weren’t paid, hell just because it was a Tuesday. So no I don't talk to him. Happy?” Shit, I can’t believe I just said that.

  “Fuck no I'm not happy.” His expression has turned murderous. “Shit, you said he was a prick but fuck… Linn.”

  “No, you don't get to do the pity thing on me. That part of my life is over. That is why I don't talk about it.” Fuck fuck fuck. Shana and Cris don't even know about dad hitting me.

  “No pity here. Let's just. Come here.” He says then reaches out and grabs me, bringing my face to his. Kissing me softly. “Okay, it’s forgotten, babe. I’ll see you soon okay?”

  “Yeah,” I whisper back then boldly bring my mouth back to his kissing him just a little harder. Groaning he pulls away.

 
; “Babe you had better get out of this jeep before I lose my mind.” Smiling at him I open the door but before closing it behind me I turn around.

  “Thank you for this morning never had head that good before. Maybe next time it can be your turn?” I don't even let him respond before I slam the door and take off to my apartment. When I get inside I feel my phone vibrate with a text.

  Lee: Tease!

  “So what’s happening next weekend? We have any plans?” I ask Shana and Cristal while we sit and watch TV eating pizza.

  “Well, it turns out one of Malibu Barbie’s friends isn't going to make it to the wedding so I have to fill in. Kill me now. So we are going to some bridal shop in Seattle to look for bridesmaids dresses. I told mom she had to pay for it since she was making me do it. I'm just hoping it’s strapless.” She says the last part in an evil tone. That girl.

  “Well, that sucks. Have fun with… that.” I laugh at her impression of making herself throw up. Classy.

  “What about you Cris? Big plans or is it just the two of us?” She looks down at her hands and mumbles something. “What was that Cris.?” Shana asks.

  “I have a date.” She says in a little louder of a voice. Well hell.

  “With who? With who?” Shana practically jumps on top of her.

  “Just a guy.”

  “Hot tattoo guy?” I gave her the card the day after we got our tattoos. She threw it in the garbage but later that night I saw that it wasn't in there anymore. She took it, she had to of.

  “What no! A guy from my art class.” Oh, darn. Hopefully, this guy makes her smile as big as sexy tat man did.

  “Okay then. We gonna meet him?” Shana asks.

  “Um maybe. Hey wait, she is seeing someone and we haven't met him yet. Didn't we have a three date rule? Third date and we get to meet the guy. Right?” Well shit.

  “Not yet guys. I really don't know where this is going, don't want to jinx it you know?” I say in a pleading voice. I'm just not ready for the ‘meet the friends’ moment.

  “We will let it slide because I think this guy is good for you,” Cristal says putting me at ease.

  “Thank you. Now I'm going to go get some damn laundry done. I'm on my last pair of panties.” I say reluctantly getting up and going to my room to gather my dirty clothes that are in piles on the floor. I will get them all done today. I repeat over and over in my head. Like that is going to help. My phone buzzing in my pocket stops me from my task. It’s Lee calling.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey. So turns out I'm severely bored.”

  “And?”

  “And I want to see you.”

  “Well, I'm going to go do some much-needed laundry. If you need to do some yourself we could meet up somewhere?”

  “Damn tempting. You have machines in your building?”

  “Yes we do but they are doing some remodeling down there so I have to go to the laundry mat.”

  “Which one?”

  “Coin spin. Closest one.”

  “I’ll pick you up in twenty be ready. I’ll supply the quarters.”

  The other line goes dead before I can even respond. I guess I really have to do this now. I grab my laundry sack and stuff all of my dirties in it then put that in my basket.

  “Okay, I'm off to do laundry love you, girls,” I say as I try and dash out the door before they ask how I'm even going to get there.

  “How are you getting there?” Shana. I'm not very stealthy.

  “Lee is picking me up. I’ll be back later. Don't wait up.” I get out the door as fast as I can, hearing her laugh out ‘I sure won't’. Brat. Getting out of the building I see Lee walking up to me from his jeep as if he knew I was going to be walking through the door.

  “Hello there beautiful.” He says kissing my cheek and taking the basket out of my hands. “Can’t wait to see your dirty panties.” Oh, my god. He did not just say that.

  “Gross you perv.” I wrinkle my forehead at him.

  “I'm kidding. I bet they're sexy, though.” He wiggles his brows at me. He has the cover off the jeep so he just lifts my basket into the back seat next to his then opens my door. After I get in he shuts the door rounds the vehicle and gets in.

  “Ready? Or do you have more panties you need to go get?”

  “Will you get off my panties?” Oops just heard that out loud.

  “That would be my pleasure, but right here?” This man.

  “Well, that would be kind of hard since I'm not wearing any.” I wait for his come back but get nothing. I turn to see him just looking at me. “What?”

  “You being serious?” His voice has a husky tone to it now. Am I getting to him?

  “It is laundry day. Why do you think I need to wash my panties?” He coughs then clears his throat.

  “You are wearing a dress.” Oh, I am getting to him. I’m wearing a simple black v cut maxi dress with thick white straps and pink flip flops. Nothing else. As if on cue my nipples perk up and he zeros in on them.

  “Fuck you have no idea what you do to me screamer.” He half whispers. “Let's fucking go before I lose my fucking mind.” He sure gets all cursey when he is frustrated. Kind of sexy.

  My nipples decide to calm down and so does Lee, well for the most part. He is still his smart ass flirty self and I'm learning that I like it.

  “Well now look at these,” Lee says holding up a pair of black lacy panties. These ones, in particular, have a black bow in the back. They really aren't practical just something sexy. I really don't know why they are in my dirty clothes bag being is I haven't worn them since I bought them.

  “Give me those, they aren't supposed to be in there,” I tell him snatching the piece of lace from his hands.

  “They’re cute, but would look even better on my bedroom floor.”

  “That’s a cheesy line and you know it!” I smack his shoulder like a damn flirty teenager. “But so true.” I follow up with a sly smile.

  “You are trouble screamer. What kind of ice cream do you like? I was thinking of going to that place you can make your own concoction of ice cream. What do you think?” That sounds good.

  “Then what will we do? Maybe test the theory on those panties?” He smiles his big beautiful smile then suddenly goes serious.

  “No babe you aren't ready for that just yet.” Excuse me?

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “Just mean that this…” He gestures between us. “Is more than that, and we aren't there yet.” Brushing my bottom lip with his thumb he takes it between his thumb and forefinger and tugs slightly. “Okay babe?” is it weird that I like him calling me that?

  “Okay.” My voice only a whisper but he hears me then leans forward and gives me a quick soft kiss. And I'm jello.

  “Hands down best ice cream ever,” I say with a full mouth of my chocolate ice cream , marshmallow and toasted coconut creation. Lee went with a banana split type thing. Vanilla mixed with chunks of banana, pineapple, cherry and topped off with chocolate syrup.

  “Let me have another bite of yours.” I’ve been stealing spoonfuls of his. His is better I’ll admit it, to myself, not to him. He tried to get me to branch out more, mix in more things, but I stuck with what I knew.

  “Nope not sharing anymore. Eat your own.” He sticks his tongue out at me.

  “Could we go out on your boat again? Maybe you could teach me how to sail.” This gets his attention.

  “Really? I didn't get the impression you liked the boat too much.”

  “No, I liked it just fine. I just… I would like to go out again. I had a lot of fun that day and would just like to do it again sometime.” I admit.

  “I would love to take you out on the lake again.”

  “That would be great.” And I'm smiling again. A true genuine smile. He sure seems to have that affect on me.

  Walking out of the ice cream shop, we see a couple with a child maybe two years old. The man is yelling at the woman and jerking her arm. She is trying to get away from him and
get into her car. The boy is trying desperately to hold onto his mother’s other arm. May even be trying to help pull her away from him. It gives me a flashback of when my mom and dad got into an argument outside of the grocery store and I tried to pull her away from him. I was a little older maybe five. I really hope that this kid doesn't have this memory or any other one when he gets older. Lee leaves my side and starts calmly walking over to them, telling me to stay back.

  “There a problem here?” Lee casually asks the man, as if he were asking him what time it was. I followed, of course, getting close enough to smell that the jerk is completely drunk.

  “Bitches being bitches” the guy slurs “she owes me money.” I'm sure she does.

  “Sucks man, hate it when women do that.” At first, I want to smack him upside the head for being a dick but then I realize what he is doing. The man lets go of the woman to express his plight. Before I can even take another breath Lee has the man’s arm behind his own back and him is face down on the pavement. Damn that was cool.

  “Not very nice to talk to women that way man, especially when there are kids around. Asshole.” He grips his arm a little more and the guy lets out a pained scream.

  “Hey, you okay?” I ask the woman. Pulling her and her son further away from the asshole on the Gounod. “I'm Linn.” I introduce myself, sticking out my hand for her to shake.

  “Sherry, thank you so much, but we really need to get going.” She says looking down at her son.

  “You have somewhere to go?” the look on her face tells me no.

  “Here” I grab a card out of my purse and hand it to her “go there they will help, and please for your son there” I nod toward the little boy still clutching his mom's hand “do not go back to him, for whatever reason. Don't.” She gives me a sad look that tells me that she probably already has a time or two.

  “I won't not, this time, I swear.” She reassures me. “Come on baby lets go.” She grabs the boy and hauls him up onto her hip turning back to the car. I see that Lee has the prick still pinned to the ground. Sherry puts her son in the car and they drive away. Just then I hear police sirens and a cop car pulls up next to us.