by ChaShiree M.
Loved By Mistake
A Forever Safe/Tattooed Brides Crossover
ChaShiree M.
Copyright © 2019 by ChaShiree M.
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Contents
Prologue
1. Felicity
2. Parker
3. Felicity
4. Parker
5. Felicity
6. Parker
7. Felicity
8. Parker
9. Felicity
10. Parker
11. Felicity
12. Parker
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Other Books by ChaShiree M.
To MK Moore and Pixie Chica. I am so excited to be taking this journey with you ladies. This series came to me in a dream and when I tried thinking of authors to share it with, you two came first. I love you both. Have fun!!!!
BLURB
Felicity
Parker came into my life, at a time when I had no direction. No purpose.
Being with him, gave me both. Too bad, I still don’t feel good enough for him.
He is perfect, kind, sweet and is planning to change the world.
He says he loves me. I think that’s a mistake.
So why does it hurt so bad when he leaves?
Parker
Felicity is everything!!! Smart, beautiful, funny and sexy as hell.
I love this woman. But I don’t know how to make her see it.
She thinks our love is a mistake. I think it was fate.
It’s time to make her see what I do.
She was made just for me.
Fans of Cinnamon have been asking for Felicity and Parker’s story. Well, it has arrived. Join them as they find their happily ever after. And yes. You get to catch up with Cinnamon and Brad too.
Prologue
Felicity
I am so glad I waited to have this grand opening. If I’d have had to do this by myself, I probably would have passed out by now.
See, we have been open for the past three months. Business is great and going strong. But my big sister Cinnamon had her second baby three months ago and she has been a bit overwhelmed with two kids under two.
Don’t get me wrong, her husband Brad is amazing. Extremely supportive, hands on and present. But my sister tries to be supermom and well, she does it to herself every time. Now, of course I could have had the grand opening anyway, but considering she gave me the startup money and her husband is one of two silent investors, I want them to not just feel a part of the celebration, but to be a part of it. Plus, Cinn made me promise not to have the party until the fragrance she made to be sold exclusively at my shop was ready to unveil.
Officially, twenty minutes ago ‘Vixen’ by ScentSations was launched and like anything my big sister does, it is a hit. People have been dabbing it on themselves ever since and raving about it.
“Felicity. Sorry to bother you, but I can't find the box of Bacitracin.”
“No worries Meridien. It is in the supply closet behind the cotton balls.”
“Thanks boss.” I smile watching one of my tattoo artists walk away. I decided that for today, and today only, we would do one free tattoo per person for anyone who donated $100 or more to the Susan G. Komen Foundation. A representative is here from the organization with a donation booth and ‘Golden Tickets’ good for one tattoo. This is a cause close to my heart.
Growing up, my grandmother Imelda was my favorite person. I have always been a bit of a rebel. I never liked normal girl things. Dolls, lace, delicate colors, did nothing for me. I have always been loud, vibrant and full of spunk as my grandma used to say. She always stuck up for me when my mom and dad would hound me.
When I was thirteen, she was diagnosed with Stage 4 breast cancer and she died a few months later. I was so angry for so long. Then a little under two years ago, I had an epiphany. I love tattoos. Hence the reason I have more than a couple. And also explains why I traveled from Chicago to New York to be trained by the best in the business. Why not combine the two loves. Thus, the Tattooed Vixen was born.
I cater to the elite. Don’t get me wrong, we service everyone. But, because my clientele is high end, it gives me leeway to be able to close my shop to those same people on Sundays and open it only to Breast Cancer Survivors. We offer free chest tattoos to those looking to cover surgical scars. I also have a wig seller come in and fit each of them who are interested with their own custom wig free of charge. I have a contract with a foundation called Brides Against Breast Cancer. They donate or loan wedding dresses to survivors who are getting married. Helping these women is my proudest achievement. My parents are even on board. Not to mention Parker.
Parker is the little brother of Brad. He and I have been seeing each other. Nothing serious. Well, at least that is what I keep telling myself. The truth is, we have been seeing one another for about as long as Brad and Cinn have been a couple. Though we are exclusive, he has been pushing for more of a commitment, but I have been reluctant.
It would be easier if I didn’t love him.
1
Felicity
3 months later
The atmosphere here at work has been weird. If not a little tense. I am more than positive that something non-work related is going on between Star, one of my other tattoo artists and Meridien. Don’t get me wrong. They are still doing their work without reproach. They are on time, don’t call off and the customers love them both. But, when they are in each other’s presence, I sometimes don’t know whether to get a fan or take shelter.
Guess that is what I get for having a mostly female staff. I say mostly because I hired a male artist to take on the rather...not in their right mind clients. Can’t have the clients getting handsy with my girls. I am almost finished restocking the shelf when I hear the chime above the door.
“Thank you for choosing the Tattooed Vixen. Someone will be right with you.”
“Well, I’d rather you be right with me.” I jump down off my ladder, a genuine smile on my face. I’d know that voice anywhere.
“Vanessa. What are you doing here?” I say as I hug my friend who also happens to be in investor.
“I came to see you, chica. How’s everything going?”
“As you can see, it is going well.” I say spreading my arms out. We are as usual, full, with no empty chairs.
“Is it like this every day?”
“For the most part yes. Because we also pierce and wax, we stay pretty busy.” It’s true. The sweet Georgia peaches out here are secretly bad girls with a naughty side. “Now tell me why you are really here. You get your return every month. So, I know you know business is going good. So, tell me the real reason for your visit. Why aren’t you at work. It's not spring break already is it?” Vanessa is a third-grade teacher.
“No. I just needed to get away for a few days. You know, clear my head.”
“Ah. Richard. The douchebag. He calling again?” Her ex-boyfriend is a real piece of work. They were high school sweethearts. Then when they went to college, when he realized she wasn’t going to put out, just because she was no longer living with her parents, he went all douche canoe on her. Called her a fat ass. Said he only wasted his time on her because everyone called her the Ice Queen and he wanted to be the one to break her.
Years later and every time he gets divorced, he calls her like he misses her until she tells him she is still not giving him any. Then he is back to being the wor
st.
“Yeah. He called yesterday. I mean maybe he’s right. There is something wrong with me that I haven’t had sex with a guy yet.”
“Listen to me, you are simply discerning. Unlike the rest of the world, giving it to everyone we meet, you are waiting for the right one. And he is out there. Just you wait. Your time is coming. In the meantime, why don’t you let me tat you.”
“Not on your life.” She says shaking her head and giggling. “How is it going with Parker?” She asks laughing and wiggling her eyebrows. Parker. What can I say about him? He’s perfect. I mean he really is. Smart, funny, attentive, he loves his mom, he is going to school to be an architect. He loves kids. And for some weird reason that I can't quite understand, he loves me. I can't say any of that, so I say what I always say.
“He’s Parker.” she gives me the same look everyone else does. Filled with disapproval and confusion. They wonder why I am not going goo-goo over him. Not blushing profusely whenever someone mentions his name. I mean I get it. He is...well everything I said. But, he and I, we are a mistake. What was supposed to be fun, has turned into...hell...I don’t know what it is. It has been two years and he shows no signs of leaving and though I talk myself into leaving him every night, by morning, I talk myself out of it.
She shakes her head at me. She stays for a bit longer before heading to her hotel. I promise to stop by tonight after dinner.
I am finishing up on my last appointment of the day and like he can sense when I am done, Parker walks in. Whenever he is anywhere near me, I am lost in a fog of lust and panty melting need.
“Hey baby. You almost done?” He asks as he wraps his arms around me and kisses my head.
“Y-yes. Just wrapping up.” See, with the damn stuttering.
“Cool. I’ll wait up front.” I watch him walk away. He has the best ass for a man.
“Honey, if you don’t want him, I will surely give him something to fog his glasses. Holy hell.” My client Jessie says fanning herself. I am not going to lie and say I didn’t have to hold back from telling her to keep her fake nail wearing, grubby ass hands off my man. I totally wanted to say all of that. However, I am trying to learn to be more professional. So instead, I laugh, take her money and send her on her way. Twatwaffle.
“Finally. I have been waiting for your last client to leave so I can do this.” He pulls me to him, one hand behind my head, the other on my ass. His mouth meets mine in a frenzy. Both of us ravenous for a taste of one another. My tongue enters his mouth, seeking his, needing us to merge into one another. It’s a fever pitch I feel every fucking time. His hands in my hair, pulling my head every direction he wants, is making me even wetter. I love it when he gets forceful.
“Fuck Lissi. I wish we didn’t have this damn dinner with Cinn and Brad. I need you so fucking much.” He bites my lip causing me to moan and squeeze my legs together.
“Let’s skip it. Cinn will understand.” I hope she would, but I don’t really care. I want to feel him on top of me. Right now. But, as usual, he does the right thing.
“I know baby. But your sister took the time to cook and we both know that is no small feat with two small kids. Let’s go, get it over with and go home. OK?”
What the fuck else am I going to say? If I say anything contrary to that, I look like a bitch.
“Yep. Ok. Let’s go.”
I fucking hate being the outcast.
2
Parker
Just because I haven’t said anything doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed she has been distant. Not only that, she has been trying to push everyone away, or trying to not go to things that involve our families. I wish I knew what it was.
Two years ago, when we first started, everything was great. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. We found reasons to see one another, go out, take trips together. I mean don’t get me wrong, our sex life is still sexy as fuck, that hasn’t changed. But it's also no longer enough. Well at least for me it isn’t. I keep trying to tell myself, that I am making something out of nothing. That we are fine, and she is just stressed with opening a new shop and trying to keep things in order and such. And to some degree I am sure this is true. But at the same time, I know this woman. Hell, she is in more ways than one, a very essential part of me. So, I know when there is something, she is not telling me. I just wish she would.
“How was class today? You had your anatomy of a building class, right?” She asks me. Since she is looking at me while she is asking, I know she genuinely wants to know.
“Yeah. It was fine. That guy I was telling you about, Martin? He knocked down another structure trying to flirt with the girl beside him.” This guy. I have no idea how he is going to make it.
“Wow. Again? Why doesn’t he just face it, flirting is not for everyone.”
“I agree baby. How was your day?”
“Good. Busy. Which is great. I’m just tired. I guess I haven’t been sleeping so good and didn’t realize it. I’ve been so tired lately. Doesn’t help you haven't been staying the night.” She mumbles that last part and it makes me smile. In the beginning, we were together night and day. But as I have moved along in school, I have begun staying at my place. I felt bad. The late-night studying, coming in at all hours from the library. Structures and building parts all over her living room. Thought it best to not stay over the nights I had lab. Good to know she noticed.
“I know baby. I’m sorry. I am on break in a week. Then I am all yours for the next six weeks.” She smiles a bit, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. This is the shit I am talking about. One second she is basically telling me she misses me. Then when I tell her, I will have more time, she runs cold. Shit is getting old.
We finally pull up to Brad and Cinn’s and of course they are at the door greeting us.
“Hey guys. Food just got done.”
“Smells great sis. Where is my nephew?” Lissi, holds her arms out to hold the baby. I have noticed how attentive she is to both of them. Scarlett and J.R. She is going to make a great mom someday.
We all walk further into the foyer and Brad wraps his arms around me.
“How’s school little bro?”
“Going well. How’s fatherhood?” I ask him every time I see him. Not because I think he is not enjoying it. Quite the contrary. It’s more because I have been thinking about it more and more and he makes it look easy.
“Excellent as always. Cinn, the kids. It’s all as it was meant to be. You’ll see one day.” He says as he pats me on my back. I fucking hope so. But only if it’s with Lissi.
“Come eat boys.” Cinn calls from the other room.
As usual, dinner is delicious. Conversation varies from each of our jobs to anything we can think of. Once we are done with pork roast and potatoes, Cinn and Lissi bring in the lemon pound cake. I am such a fat kid trapped in a healthy body. Sweets are my weakness.
“Now Cinn, you know giving me one slice of cake is just plain mean.” I am being serious right now.
“I don’t know where it all goes Parker. I mean if I eat one extra anything my ass swells up the size of a loveseat.”
“Makes it easier to bounce you up and down baby.” Brad growls in her ear. I feign shock.
“Hey now. There are innocent kids in the room.” Cinn and Lissi giggle at the joke. They put the kids to bed right after we came in.
“Innocent my ass. Are you done yet?”
“Why no big bro. I still have three more pieces of cake to eat.” What? I told you. My weakness.
“Wife, give him the whole damn cake. I need to show you something upstairs.”
And that was our cue. She literally gives me the whole cake before running up the stairs ahead of my brother. Laughing ourselves out the door we make our way back to Lissi’s place.
She is quiet the whole way here. Once we are inside the penthouse, I drop the cake on the counter and go for the sugar I really want.
“Turn around baby. It’s been three days. This is going to be quick.” I turn her so she is
facing the counter. Kicking her legs apart I don't bother removing her pants. I pull them down just enough for my cock to squeeze inside. I love it when she can barely take me.
“Parker hurry. She’s throbbing.”
“Of course she is baby. My pussy misses me. Now bend the fuck over.”
She does as I say, moaning and squirming the whole way. Her pussy, so fucking wet I can see the sticky sweetness covering her thighs and fat juicy lips. I stroke my cock as my mouth waters looking at her pretty snatch. I move it up and down the crease of her pussy and ass, wetting my cock. Preparing it for action.
“Parker. Oh god. Please. Inside.” I see her hands move down between her legs and I know she is playing with her clit.
“Look at you. So greedy.” I slide into her hole, slower than normal, with her legs squeezing so close together.
“Fuck! Damn. Every fucking time. So good.” I push all the way inside and sit there for a second, taking a moment to calm myself. Her pussy contracts around me, demanding I move. I grab her hair, wrapping it around my hand.
“Is this what you want?” I ask her as my cock moves in and out of her in rapid motion. I grind my teeth trying to hold off.
“So hard Parker. Oh, shit babe. I love you so much.”
“I love you too baby. I can’t hold off. I need you to play with your clit and cum for me.” Every fucking time. My vision is blurred by the sweat dripping in my eyes. My muscles feel like they are going to explode. Something about being inside the woman you love. I love watching the sweat drip down her back. The flush of her orgasm as it radiates over her body.
