Tattoos & Tears (Complete Collection)

by Amiee Louise

  We are interrupted by Chas.

  “Nick, you’re needed back inside.”

  He nods and gestures for me to step inside before him. He follows, and we make our way back into the shop. I pull my black rubber gloves on, settle back down, and begin round two.

  A few more hours pass of tattooing, filming, harmless flirting, and easy chatter between Nick and me. I hardly notice the film crew, who seem to have a camera trained on our session. After almost eight painstaking hours of working on Nick’s tattoo, it is finally complete. The brunette pin-up girl looks almost lifelike; the colours make her stand out, and the aces and the old school lettering add to the charm. I am extremely happy with the design and the way it turned out. Nick looks down and whistles.

  “Wow, your work is amazing, love. I’m speechless.”

  His agent laughs.

  “Nick Slade speechless, well God damn!”

  They both laugh and the camera pans in close to Nick’s finished tattoo. Seb comes over, and he nods, pulling me close as he kisses my forehead.

  “Exceptional work as always, babe. You make me so proud.”

  He winks, and his smile is so wide I think his face might crack!

  “If Nick doesn’t mind, would you photograph it for the shop portfolio, and then we’re done for the day.”

  Nick shakes his head.

  “I don’t mind at all, mate.”

  Seb nods and shakes Nick’s hand.

  “Cheers, man.”

  They exchange pleasantries and Seb walks across the shop to chat to the T.V crew, leaving me to photograph Nick’s ribs on the shop’s Nikon D3200 camera. Once I have the image, I spray antiseptic on his ribs, clean the excess ink off, rub Vaseline on the finished tattoo, and cover it with cling film. Nick begins to pull his shirt back on and buttons it up.

  “Thank you so much, love. The tattoo is by far one of my favourites, Sam wasn’t wrong when he said you were the best.”

  I smile shyly at his compliment.

  “You’re welcome, and thank you for requesting me, it was my pleasure.”

  He nods curtly, and I make my way to the back of the shop. I wash my hands, pull on my coat, and grab my bag. I pull out my phone, go back out into the shop, and hug Seb goodbye.

  “See you tomorrow, babe.”

  He kisses my cheek and Nick wanders casually over with his hands tucked into his pockets. As he stops in front of me, he takes my phone out of my hand, swipes the screen, and begins to type. I narrow my eyes. What is it with these famous types, thinking they can do whatever they want? He gives me back my phone.

  “I’ve programmed my number into your phone, love. Call me, and we can meet up for coffee next time I’m back in the U.K.”

  I nod.

  “That would be nice. It’s been a pleasure, Nick.”

  He reaches for my hand, kisses the back of it, and bows gracefully in front of me.

  “It was an honour, Miss Harper. Until the next time.”

  He winks, and I leave the shop with a spring in my step. My step falters as Sam gets out of a car that is idling at the kerb.

  Fuck me.

  13

  Peyton

  He leans casually against the black Chevy Warrior at the kerb and tucks his hands into his pockets. His hair is perfectly mussed, and he is wearing a white vest, showcasing his ‘My Angel’ tattoo across his broad, muscular chest. He has on those faded, ripped jeans, which hang low on his hips, a black belt with a large skull buckle, a pair of motorcycle boots, and a black hoodie unzipped.

  “Angel.”

  It takes a little while for my brain to catch up with itself, and I mentally chastise myself for staring at him.

  You told him it was over, and you’re standing there eye-fucking him like some sad desperate whore. Get a grip Harper.

  “What are you doing here, Sam?”

  He chuckles throatily.

  “I’m wounded. I thought you’d be pleased to see me after I rocked your world the other night.”

  He smirks cockily, and that fucking dimple jumps into place.

  “You didn’t return my text, so here I am. I told you when we were in New York, you can’t hide from me anymore, angel. I’ll always find you.”

  I raise my hands in the air in despair and I’m actually mad as hell that he showed up here like this. Way to mess up my head again, Newbolt. I go to walk around him, but he steps in front of me, towering over me.

  “Don’t walk away from me.”

  He goes to reach for me, but I back away and walk down the street. The hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention, and I know instantly that he is following behind me. But all I feel right now is burning rage towards this frustrating fucking man behind me and all I want to do is slap his beautiful, smug, mother fucking face.

  “Was that all I was to you? A fucking adventure? A challenge? Something to be conquered, because I didn't automatically open up my fucking legs to you?” I shout, attracting the attention of passers-by, and he smirks cockily.

  “If I recall it didn't really take much for me to get you to open up those gorgeous legs of yours, repeatedly, did it, angel?” he rasps and cocks his pierced eyebrow suggestively.

  I look at him, agape, and my temper spikes at his words.

  “Oh God, Sam, please don't stop, oh yes, oh Sam, please fuck me harder!” He mocks, and that is when my hand shoots out as I slap him hard across his face.

  His head snaps to the side, and he chuckles softly. I know we are in public view, but my reasoning seems to have abandoned me at Sam’s appalling behaviour. How fucking dare he.

  “Remember how good we are together, remember how I pleasured you until you screamed my name? How I fucked you so hard that I touched your fucking soul? And how I came so deep inside of you, I fucking put a baby in you?”

  His voice is gruff and filled with such pain and torment that it makes my heart ache. We have reached a set of traffic lights and all I want to do is get away from him. I am about to step into the road to put some distance between us, when suddenly, I am flung back into Sam’s arms as a car speeds past, beeping its horn at me. My heartbeat quickens, and he pulls me close to him. The scent of him invades my nostrils, and I am rendered speechless as I feel the colour drain from my cheeks. I start to shake violently from almost being killed.

  “Hey, hey I’ve got you, angel. Look at me.”

  I look up at him and the look of concern in his blazing green eyes makes my heart skip a beat.

  Remember that feeling Harper?

  “Jesus, you’re white as a sheet.”

  He strokes my cheek softly, and I swallow harshly.

  “T...Thank you,” I manage to stutter out, and he smiles his dazzling smile, disarming me once again.

  “No need to thank me, you saved me from myself, once upon a time; I was just returning the favour. Besides, you’re way too beautiful to be road kill!”

  He smirks and before I know what I’m doing, I am spinning around and crushing my lips so desperately to his, as if I am a starving woman. The feel of his soft lips on mine instantly makes my pussy drip with desire. I relish the scrape of his stubble against my skin and the feel of his hand pressing the back of my head closer to his, as if he can’t get close enough to me. The rest of the world ceases to exist in this moment and all I crave is him.

  I feel his erection pressing into my thigh and his grip on me tightens. I suck his tongue into my mouth, and he lets out a deep growl from within his chest. I reach my hands up and tug the hair at the nape of his neck. He briefly pulls away from our kiss, and we are both standing breathless, as people continue to walk around us, the occasional person wolf-whistling and telling us to “get a room”.

  “Let’s check into a hotel, let me show you what you’ve been missing. I’m beginning to forget what it feels like to be buried deep in that hot little pussy of yours, even though it was only two days ago,” he rasps and my body shivers.

  He smiles his famous dimpled smile, and I am overcome with desire
for this man. It seems that no matter how much I deny him, I want more of him. He stands in front of me, all six feet four inches of hard, masculine perfection, and I can’t say no to those blazing green eyes. I bite my lip piercing suggestively, and I nod. That’s all the confirmation he needs as he takes my hand in his and strides with purpose down the bustling street.

  We make it to the Hilton Hotel on Pentonville Road, close to the tattoo shop in Islington. He walks up to the receptionist, and she visibly swoons on the spot as she recognises him. Her face lights up as she flicks her long auburn hair over her shoulder and smiles brightly. She flutters her fake eyelashes and straightens her royal blue blouse, so her boobs are in full view. I roll my eyes at her blatant attempt at flirting.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Newbolt, welcome back to The Hilton Hotel. What can I do for you today?”

  He smiles his dazzling smile and winks.

  “Talia, good to see you again, babe. I’d like a room please, preferably a suite, if you have one available.”

  She nods and taps on the computer as Sam takes out his wallet, pulling out his credit card.

  “Of course, Mr. Newbolt. I’m afraid the only suite we have available is the Presidential Suite.”

  Sam nods as I stand awkwardly off to the side, mentally talking myself out of being here with the one person I shouldn’t be with.

  “We’ll take it, thank you.”

  Sam hands his credit card over.

  “I expect your discretion, Talia. I don’t want any nasty surprises. The press can’t know I’m here, do you understand?” Sam says with an air of authority to his voice, and she nods almost robotically.

  “Yes, Mr. Newbolt. We pride ourselves on our discretion here at The Hilton.”

  She swipes his credit card, and she pushes the receipt towards him. Sam signs it, and she hands him back his credit card and the key card to the room. He doesn’t give her time to say anything else, because he reaches for my hand and pulls me towards the lift. He presses the call button and I sense all of his control draining from him as we wait in silence for the lift to arrive. The lift arrives in record time, and he pulls me inside. He waits for the doors to close and then he pushes me against the mirrored wall. I am instantly assaulted with Sam’s reflection from all angles. He’s all muscles, tattoos, and exudes pure strength and power.

  “Fuck, I can’t wait to get you naked, angel; I want you so fucking badly.”

  As soon as his hands roam over my body, I am instantly on fire for him.

  “Sam,” I whisper and every nerve in my body is tuned to Sam as he crushes his lips to mine.

  I suddenly forget where we are; everything around me ceases to exist, all that exists is Sam and me. His hand finds my breast, cupping it in his large tattooed hand. I find his belt and start to frantically unbuckle it. I unzip his jeans and his hand shoots out, stopping me from going any further.

  “Angel, you touch my cock and I’m going to fucking explode. I want to take my time with you; I want to worship and devour every fucking inch of your delicious body,” he says gruffly as the lift reaches our floor.

  The doors open, and he scoops me up over his shoulder cave man style and strides with purpose down the corridor with me giggling. I cheekily pinch his delectable arse, and he laughs.

  “You little minx!”

  He slaps my bum, and I yelp at the harsh sting that floods my pussy with need for him to be inside me. He makes it to our room and slips the key card in, unlocking the door. He kicks the door open with his boot, and I don’t get a chance to take in the rooms interior as he flings me into the air and I land in the centre of the queen size bed. He pulls off his hoodie and discards it as he crawls between my legs like a hungry lion about to devour its prey. He undresses me slowly, nipping and caressing every inch of my skin as he goes. Soon, I am lying naked and exposed to his blazing green gaze.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he says huskily as I reach up to strip his vest off.

  I fling it across the room and lick my lips at the sight of his tight tattooed abs, lean waist, his thick-corded arms, his hard-muscular pecs, and his washboard stomach.

  “Like what you see, angel?” he says with a hint of amusement in his voice, and I nod.

  “Always, you’re...perfection, Sam.”

  He chuckles softly.

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  He winks, and I reach for his already unbuckled belt, tugging him down so his body is pressed against mine. I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him in for a deep kiss, pressing my lips to his.

  “Sam, I want you so badly,” I say breathlessly.

  “Patience, angel. I’ll take care of you, I always do.”

  His throaty voice is filled with pure desire. He shoves his jeans down his legs, along with his boxers, until he is completely nude before me. His sculpted, statuesque body never ceases to amaze me; his abs look like they are made of stone. He smiles his panty-dropping, dazzling smile and I start to grind my hips against him.

  “Sam,” I purr seductively, and he presses his lips eagerly against mine.

  He coaxes my mouth open wider and slips in his tongue. I suck on his tongue and he growls.

  “Fuck,” he curses, and I look up at him, his green eyes are hazy with desire.

  He reaches down and swipes his long-calloused finger up my slit, causing me to cry out at the feel of his hands on me.

  “Christ, you're soaking; you're always so wet for me. Tell me you want me, tell me you want me to fuck you.”

  I look into his eyes, and I swallow hard. The moment I set foot in this hotel room, I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him. He’s like a drug, a fucking addiction. Every time I am near him, I can’t help myself.

  “God, Sam, I want you to fuck me like you used to. I need you, and I need your cock inside me,” I pant out desperately, and I hate that I sound so needy.

  “How do you want me to fuck you, angel? Tell me, I need to hear the words. I love hearing you talk dirty to me. I’ve missed your filthy mouth.”

  He grins wickedly.

  “I want your big hard cock in my pussy now, Sam.”

  He snarls like an animal and presses his forehead against mine.

  “Forgive me, angel, I'm skipping the foreplay. I need to be buried inside you, right fucking now.”

  He drives forward and buries his cock inside me. I moan out loud as his piercing rubs a spot inside me that I never knew existed.

  “Sam, oh God, Sam.”

  He growls. I cup my breasts in my hands and mewl softly with every drive of his cock inside me.

  “Oh God, Sam. Fuck me, fuck me harder,” I cry out as I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, loving the feel of skin on skin.

  My cool skin against his heated skin feels almost too good. He roughly shoves forward, and with each thrust, he pushes me up the bed.

  “God, you feel too good…so fucking good.”

  He throws his head back with pleasure. He increases his thrusts, and his piercing rubbing against my inner walls. His name is like a strangled sob as the first hard tremor of my orgasm hits me. It feels like an earthquake, and all I can do to ground myself is hold onto Sam's thick biceps. Seconds later, Sam growls out his release as he empties his cock inside me. The warmth of his semen inside me reminds me that he didn't use a condom. I shake that thought away as he pulls out of me and collapses on the bed next to me. He pulls me into him and wraps his tattooed arm around me.

  I rest my head on his chest and his other hand softly runs through my hair. As my eyelids flutter closed, I start to shake with tiny aftershocks. Sam chuckles softly, and I don’t think he understands the extent of what being with him does to me. He makes me lose all sense of control, and I can't say no. He's my weakness, my kryptonite, a habit I just can't kick. He came into my life like a hurricane, a totally unexpected tidal wave that turned my life as I knew it upside down. We both lie in absolute silence for what seems like an eternity, and I idly stroke my fingers down the ridges of his abs
.

  “I've missed you, angel. So fucking much.”

  I smile to myself, feeling content with just lying here next to him.

  “I've missed you too, Sam.”

  He pulls me tighter against him.

  “Don’t run from me anymore, I can’t fucking stand it. I need you. Tell me you don’t feel the same way. It killed me when you told me it was over between us the other night. I know you think you’re doing it to protect me, but I’m no good without you, angel.”