Tattoos & Tears (Complete Collection)

by Amiee Louise

  “Go on then and don’t spoil her, you!”

  Amy laughs, and Sam salutes. He lifts her up, piggybacking a giggling Addison down to the garage, leaving Amy and me in Sam’s kitchen.

  “Congratulations by the way, hon.”

  My eyes widen. How did she know? She chuckles.

  “Sam called Cole. Don’t look so worried, your secret’s safe with me.”

  She winks, and I smile. I feel happy to share our news with someone other than Sam and Ruby.

  “How far gone are you?”

  I stroke my stomach. “Twelve weeks.”

  She nods and regards me intently.

  “Wow! I’m so happy for you both, babe,” she says brightly and brushes my arm.

  “Thank you, it means a lot.”

  She takes a sip of her coffee. “Please don’t hurt him, Peyton, that boy worships you. I’ve never seen him like this with a woman ever, he is crazy about you.”

  “I would never hurt him, I love him too much. He has made me feel alive again, and I can’t imagine my life without him in it.”

  She smiles.

  “I remember the night Addison was born. Cole almost missed the birth because he was working a gig with the boys. They were halfway through the gig when Cole got the call from my dad. Sam caught Cole’s eye, and he knew straight away that something was wrong; he jumped off stage and cut the show short. He drove Cole to the hospital, and he made it just in time.”

  I smile, and it warms my heart to think that Sam did that for his friend.

  “He was one of the first people to hold her, ever since that moment he was smitten with her. He is her godfather; they love the bones of each other. She is at that stage where she wants to follow him everywhere; she is the most popular kid in her class at nursery because her godfather is in a famous rock band!”

  We both laugh. I can see Amy and me being good friends. She is warm, friendly and easy to chat to; I feel as if I have known her all my life.

  “She bosses him around, and he is total and utter mush around her. She has definitely got him wrapped around her little finger. Both of you are going to be great parents. Sam and Cole have been friends for a long time. Cole has seen the highs, the lows and everything in-between, but he won’t give up on him no matter how much he screws up. But these past few months since he met you it’s like looking at a completely different person, he is changed so much, because of you, babe.”

  I am so grateful for the insight Amy is giving me on Sam.

  “The boys, their crew, they’re all like family and for them to accept you into their fold is a victory in itself, honey. Even though they don’t show it, the guys all love you, and they speak very highly of you.” I smile shyly. “They’re just typical boys, babe, you clearly know how to handle them, they need a female influence around them, and you’re the perfect woman for the job, trust me.”

  She brushes my arm reassuringly, and I am grateful for her kind words. I feel as though I have been accepted into an extended family and it feels good to belong.

  “Lori called this morning, she has organised a birthday dinner for Sam next weekend.”

  Amy chuckles.

  “Ah, the infamous Newbolt birthday dinners, you haven’t lived until you have been to one. Lori goes all out; she is a force to be reckoned with, trust me. She has each and every one of her boys wrapped around her little finger, Sam included, even though he swears she hasn’t.”

  I smile, and I am looking forward to getting to know Sam’s family better.

  “It’s Sam’s thirtieth birthday, what do I get the man who has everything?”

  She takes my hand.

  “Just you being there is a present in itself, babe, that and the fact that you’re now carrying Sam’s baby. He might be a rock star, and he might like extravagant things, but the simple little things have more meaning behind them, trust me on that one.”

  I smile, and Addison runs into the room with Sam trailing behind her.

  “I winned, Uncle Sammy!” she declares and giggles. Sam pretends to catch his breath.

  “You beat me; you’re just too fast for me, sweetie.”

  He winks at me, and I feel my stomach flip. After all this time, he still has that effect on me. He has the power to turn my insides to jelly with just a look. At that moment, I know that this is the beginning of a beautiful future with Mr. Samson Newbolt.

  ***

  A week passes, and we are busier than ever at the shop, it’s all hands to the pump. Reluctantly, I have asked Harley Hernandez from Black Tiger Ink to step in while Seb is tying up a few loose ends with the new shop in California before his return to the U.K to join us to celebrate Sam’s thirtieth birthday. Over the week I have officially moved out of the flat I shared with Ruby, and I have permanently moved into Sam’s apartment. I expected it to take a while for us to adjust to living together as a couple, but it has all just fallen into place.

  Today is the twelfth of November, Sam’s thirtieth birthday, and I wake to an empty bed. As his birthday has drawn ever closer, Sam has woken before me every morning and put his body through a daily gruelling three-hour workout. It is as if he keeps himself fit enough he’ll avoid turning the big three-oh. His muscles are looking more sculpted and defined, his shoulders are broader, his arms and neck are thick and corded with muscle. He walks into the bedroom taking a long pull on his water bottle and a black towel around his neck. He is wearing a grey vest covered in sweat with long black shorts. He looks good enough to eat; I lick my lips sleepily at the sight of him. Instantly becoming more alert and aware as I take in his large frame. Being pregnant, I am so horny, and I crave Sam’s body like a drug.

  “If you keep looking at me like that, angel, I’m not going to be held responsible for my actions,” he rasps, and I feel heat pool between my legs. God, I want him so badly. He chuckles softly. “You are insatiable, baby.”

  I bite my lip. “Only for you.”

  He sits on the edge of the bed and plants a soft kiss on my lips. I move forward to deepen the kiss, and he moves back.

  “Easy, angel.”

  I pout. He throws his head back and laughs.

  “That pout is adorable. How are my two favourite people this morning?”

  Swiftly changing the subject, he strokes my stomach softly. Over the course of the week, Sam has been attentive and treating me like glass as if I am going to break at any second. I explained to him that I’m pregnant, not ill. After a lot of gentle persuasion, lots of epic shagging, and mind-numbing blow jobs, I seem to have placated his neurotic side. He kisses the end of my nose and gets to his feet.

  “I’m going for a shower, angel.”

  He goes into the bathroom. Time for me to put my birthday surprise into action. I decided to go with Amy’s idea, the simple things mean more. So with that in mind, I strip naked and tie a length of pale yellow ribbon around my stomach in a neat bow. I run my fingers through my sleep-mussed hair and lie back on the bed. Ten minutes later, Sam steps out of the bathroom with a towel hanging loosely off his narrow hips. His mouth drops open as he catches sight of me.

  “Happy birthday, handsome,” I whisper, and his eyes glaze over. “I wanted to get you a present no one else has ever given you, baby.”

  He sits on the edge of the bed.

  “It’s perfect, thank you so much.”

  He plants a kiss on my bump and pulls me close to him. His body is still damp from the shower, and he smells of his familiar Sam smell; it is intoxicating.

  “I have a few other surprises up my sleeve for you, Mr. Newbolt.”

  He smiles that dazzling smile, and I feel myself melt in a pool all over the bed.

  “You didn’t have to, angel; I’m not big on birthdays.”

  I cup his cheek. “I know, but I couldn’t resist, I want to spoil you the way you spoil me.”

  He puts his hand on top of mine.

  “Just being with you is enough, angel, it isn’t a competition.”

  He gets up from the bed, dries
himself off, and pulls on a clean pair of boxers. I lay back and watch the show unfolding in front of me with hungry eyes. He laughs; he pulls on a pair of loose-fitting jeans and runs his fingers through his wet hair.

  “Your present is on the shelf inside the wardrobe.”

  He pulls it open and takes out the large box.

  “You better not have put this up here yourself, babe.”

  I bite my lip, and he growls, taking the box down. He lays it on the bed and unwraps the gift. His eyes light up as he sees what’s inside the box. A Les Paul Gibson nineteen seventies tribute electric guitar, which Marlowe helped me pick out. Apparently, it was the first guitar that Sam was given by Milo—one of Sam’s heroes.

  “Angel,” his voice is barely a whisper, and his eyes are glazed. “Words fail me.”

  I cock my eyebrow at him. “Wow, the Sam Newbolt rendered speechless; that’s a first.”

  He pulls me close to him, holds me tightly, and buries his face in my hair.

  “Thank you, thank you, so much, angel.”

  “I take it you like it then?”

  He nods against my neck and pulls away. We sit cross-legged opposite each other on the bed, and he inspects the front more closely. I called in a favour and got Seb to design a faceplate for Sam’s guitar. Seb has custom designed a large skull with angel wings and vibrant red roses spanning the outside. This is similar to the tattoo I designed for him when we first met. Inside the skull is an old style microphone and the wire of the microphone is a figure eight infinity symbol, meaning ‘forever’. Also, Seb has incorporated the Rancid Vengeance logo, a tattoo machine, and a motorbike with a skeleton rocker playing a burning guitar. Along the fretboard is Sam’s band name ‘Bolt’ in old English lettering. He runs his fingers over the artwork, and a tear slips down his cheek.

  “It’s fucking perfect. This means more than you’ll ever know, angel.”

  I wipe the tear away with my thumb and kiss him softly on the lips. His morning stubble tickling my face as he wraps his arms tighter around me.

  “I don’t deserve you, Peyton Harper.”

  I push him down on the bed until he is laid flat on his back and I straddle his hips.

  “You need to unwrap your gift now, Mr. Newbolt,” I say in my best seductive voice, and he cocks his pierced eyebrow. I wriggle against him, and he growls; I can feel his erection through the soft denim of his jeans. He moves his hands up to the ribbon and slowly unties it. Once the ribbon is untied, he lets it drop to the floor and runs his hands up the length of my body. He doesn’t take his eyes off me for one second.

  “God, you’re so fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache,” he rasps, and I run my fingers gently down his chest. I feel the erratic beat of his heart and his hands skating all over my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I pull up his t-shirt until his chest is bared. I lick my lips at the sight of his hard, muscled, tattooed chest and the V, which disappears under the waistband of his jeans. He is so perfect it makes heat pool between my thighs and I can only think of how much I need him inside me.

  “Sam, I need you.” My voice is a soft plea, and he smiles wickedly.

  “I’ll take care of you, angel,” he says huskily. I grind on his straining erection and cup my aching breast in my hand.

  “Oh, God, please,” I moan, and he lifts me, so I am pinned beneath him. He trails kisses down from my breasts, down my stomach, and softly blows air onto my pussy. I shiver at the coolness of his breath. I am aching for him, and I don’t think I have ever been this desperate for him to fuck me.

  “I need you inside me, Sam, please.”

  He pulls off his jeans and throws them onto the floor. He is gloriously naked in front of me, and his hard cock is standing to attention.

  “Are you sure I won’t hurt the baby, angel?”

  I bite my lip and shake my head.

  “Just shut up and fuck me like you mean it, rock star.”

  He stalks towards me like a predator about to devour its prey and positions himself between my legs. He runs his finger up my slit and collects the moisture that has gathered there.

  “You’re such a bad girl, always so wet and ready for my cock.”

  Just the sound of his voice could get me off right now, I am aching for him. But I can tell he is in the mood to tease me. I reach for his hardness, but he grips both of my wrists in one of his hands and holds them prisoner above my head trapping me. He leans down, kisses me passionately on the lips, and trails soft nips along my collarbone.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, angel?” he whispers in my ear.

  “Oh, God, yes!”

  I feel his smile against my skin.

  “Beg me to fuck you, beg me to ram my cock deep inside you.”

  He grinds against me, and I am so frustrated by his teasing.

  “Please fuck me, Sam, God I need you to fuck me! Ram your big hard cock in my pussy!” I scream out, and Sam cocks his eyebrow, releasing my wrists from his.

  “Jesus, that was so hot, angel,” he rasps. He positions the head of his penis against my opening and pushes into me. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding as he moves in and out with an expert swivel of his narrow hips, which causes a delicious friction deep inside me.

  “Mmm, Sam.”

  I writhe beneath him, and he leans down taking my already erect nipple in his mouth. He nips it softly with his teeth causing me to gasp, somewhere in between pleasure and pain.

  “Christ, angel, you feel so good around my cock.” He growls as he increases his thrusts and I can feel him deliciously hitting my g-spot with each plunge.

  “Oh, fuck, Sam!”

  I squeeze my pelvic floor muscles around his cock, and he cries out.

  “Fuck! If you carry on doing that, angel, I’m not going to last much longer.”

  I smile devilishly and contract my muscles around his cock again, he slows his pace.

  “Don’t play games with me, angel, because I’ll win every single time,” he emphasises the last three words.

  “Sam, please, I need you. God, I need you,” I whimper. He cups my breast in his large hand and massages it gently. His calloused hand feels so good against the soft, delicate flesh. He increases his thrusts again, and I can feel that he is close to finding his release.

  “Jesus Christ, angel, I’m close, so fucking close, come with me.”

  He moves his hand from my breast, and his finger finds my sensitive nub. He strokes my clit, and that’s all it takes for us to both find our release at the same time. He growls, and I feel his hot seed coating my insides. I cry out as my own orgasm takes hold.

  “Fuck. Oh, fuck, Sam. Oh, God. Yes,” I scream.

  It takes a few minutes for our laboured breaths to return to normal, then he pulls out and lies down next to me. He tucks me under his arm and pulls me close to him. When Sam and I have sex, it feels like the first time every time, and I never get bored of feeling his body pressed against mine. He is an expert in the bedroom department, and we satisfy each other’s needs like no one else can. We are sexually in sync, and I couldn’t ask for more in a partner.

  “I’m going to miss you so much when you leave for Vegas, babe,” I break the silence and Sam stops stroking my hair.

  “Come with us then, angel, I looked online and consulted a doctor. You’re totally fine to fly, and you’re out of the danger zone now so there’s no reason why you can’t. Plus, I’ve kind of already squared it with Seb.”

  He bites his lip boyishly, and I smile at his thoughtfulness.

  “Yes! I’d love to come to Vegas!”

  He kisses me on the lips, and we spend the rest of the morning making slow, passionate love in Sam’s overly-large bed.

  14

  Peyton

  A few hours pass, and Sam and I are wrapped naked around each other when I hear voices in the apartment.

  “Newbolt, you better not be rogering the missus!” I instantly recognise Brody’s voice and the raucous laughter of the other boys. “Alth
ough, he is entitled to some birthday pussy!”

  Sam laughs.

  “Come out, come out wherever you are, Newbolt, we need to give your birthday beatings!” Jax shouts. Sam rolls his eyes, kisses me on the end of my nose, and gets up.

  “I’ll be right back, angel.”

  Sam walks out into the apartment stark bollock naked.

  “Fuck me, dude, put your cock away!” Brody yells.

  “Excuse me, but you fuckers are intruding in our apartment” I hear Sam say, but I can tell he is holding back his laughter.