Tattoos & Tears (Complete Collection)

by Amiee Louise

  “I can’t keep my eyes off you dressed like that, angel. You look...fuck...every man in there wants you. Do you know what that does to me?” he says gruffly.

  He leans down and lightly nips my neck with his teeth.

  “It makes me feel...” he growls and lifts me up with one arm, throwing me over his shoulder.

  I yelp as he slaps my arse and strides across to a deserted section of the car park. It is shrouded in shadow. The only car parked in this section is a sleek, pearlescent blue, McLaren P1. He deposits me on the bonnet until I am spread out for him. He steps between my legs and the look in his eyes is hungry, as if he wants to devour me. I lean back on my elbows and he makes quick work of getting me naked from the waist down. He disregards his sling and Sam is in front of me looking magnificent, like a sculpted Greek God. His body is ripped, his bulging tattooed biceps, his thick, heavily corded arms, and his broad chest on show in his deep purple shirt. His hair is tousled, and his green eyes are blazing with lust, as he looks down at me.

  “Look how swollen your clit is, angel, always so pink and ready for me,” he rasps in that seductive way that turns me on so much and makes me ache with pure want. “Fuck me, you are so damn beautiful.”

  I bite my lip.

  “God, Sam I want you so badly, I need you to fuck me hard, please, fuck me.”

  I try not to sound desperate but fail miserably.

  “Good, because I certainly can't promise that I'll be gentle.”

  He smiles that dazzling smile that has haunted my dreams every night.

  “I don't want you to be gentle.”

  My voice is barely a whisper, and Sam growls. He unzips his black trousers and frees his impressive erection.

  “I need your cock buried deep inside me.”

  He chuckles softly.

  “Oh, sweetheart, I'm going to fucking bury myself so deep inside you, neither of us will know where you end, and I begin,” he whispers huskily and roughly shoves two fingers inside my shamelessly soaked pussy.

  I cry out in pure pleasure as his fingers fuck me thoroughly.

  “SAM!”

  His calloused fingers expertly twist and move deep within my hot channel. I am writhing on the cool metal and grasping my breasts.

  “I've got you, angel.”

  He introduces another finger, and I scream out.

  “OH FUCK! SAM!”

  He looks at me with pure want in his eyes.

  “Come for me, Peyton, come now,” he commands, and with one swift movement of his fingers, my orgasm tears through me, like an explosion of pent up sexual energy.

  I scream out in pure ecstasy as Sam wrings every ounce of pleasure from my body.

  “God, you are so hot when you come,” he rasps.

  As I come down from my orgasmic high, he roughly enters me with a sharp shove forward. He fucks me so hard, I feel the slap of his balls with each thrust.

  “Jesus! Your cunt is so fucking tight,” he grunts, and he continues to fuck me hard.

  He lifts my leg over his shoulder, and he thrusts so deep I can feel him bump my cervix with each plunge of his hard cock. I arch my back in ecstasy and moan loudly.

  “Oh Sam! I need it harder, fuck me hard,” I cry desperately, and he increases his deep drives, fucking me like a mad man.

  “Do you like it hard, angel?” he growls.

  “Oh Jesus yes! Yes! I love it when you fuck me hard.”

  He reaches out and pulls the cup of my corset down and rolls my sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The combination of pleasure and pain causes me to scream.

  “YES! OH GOD YES!”

  As I cry out, he grips my throat tighter and increases his deep thrusts, fucking me harder each time.

  “Let it go, Peyton, fuck, I can feel you throbbing around my cock. Come for me NOW!” he demands, and my orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave of pleasure.

  I scream out and Sam muffles my cries by putting his hand over my mouth as he finds his release.

  “FUCKKK!” he growls as his hot seed spurts deep inside me.

  As both of our orgasms subside, we both lie in silence, the only sound is our laboured breaths. I shudder with tiny aftershocks as he pulls out. He chuckles wickedly and zips up his trousers. He crushes his lips to mine, and I am lost in everything that is Sam Newbolt.

  After dressing and straightening ourselves in relative silence, we head back inside separately. As I enter the main vestibule of the club, Ruby rushes towards me and throws her arms dramatically up in the air.

  “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you, babe.”

  She hugs me and scrunches up her nose.

  “You smell of sex.”

  She narrows her eyes and as she takes me in, her mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ shape. She claps her hands animatedly and bounces on the spot.

  “OH-MY-GOD!” she shrieks, attracting everyone’s attention, and I flush with embarrassment.

  “Ruby!” I chastise her, and she shrugs.

  “You and Sam?”

  She makes a sexual gesture with her hands, and I cover my face.

  “Yes, and please never do that, ever again!”

  We both laugh as her face suddenly turns serious.

  “I want all the gory details, you filthy little slut! But first, I need your help, babe.”

  I narrow my eyes, and the anxious look in her eyes sets me on edge.

  “What’s wrong, Ruby?”

  She grabs my hand and drags me in the direction of the toilet. Jax is standing guard at the door and we enter the men’s toilets. Remy is cowering in the corner with his hands over his head. He looks like a frightened animal, his head whipping from side to side. He covers his ears.

  “NO!” he shouts, and the look of worry on Ruby’s face breaks my heart.

  “What’s wrong with him, Peyton?”

  I recognise the signs, Remy is having a post traumatic episode. It is an anxiety disorder and is common in ex-military. Remy’s soft whimpers cause my heart to break all over again, as if I’m witnessing it for the first time. He scrambles back across the floor, with wide, glossy eyes.

  “ON YOUR LEFT, SOLDIER!” he shouts.

  I crouch down and gently touch his arm.

  “Rem, Rem, you’re not in Afghanistan anymore, you’re in London with me. It’s Peyton, remember? Remy? Come back to me.”

  I take his hand and stroke his knuckles, trying desperately to soothe him.

  “Remy, listen to me, babe, you’re safe now, I promise. It’s me. Nothing’s going to hurt you, I won’t let it,” I say softly, and I see the moment when his eyes clear.

  His russet brown eyes lock with mine and a frown line appears between his eyes.

  “Remy.”

  His eyes dart around the room and then focus on me alone.

  “It happened again didn’t it, beaut?”

  I nod and stroke his face as he quietly curses to himself.

  “It’s ok, it’s fine, Rem. Look at me.”

  The look in his eyes destroys me. He used to tell me back in Santa Monica, that every time he had an episode, he could hear gun fire, smell burning flesh, and the stench of rotting corpses. He has nightmares and flashbacks of when he was out in Afghanistan, which affect his day to day living. He manages it by taking antidepressants and going to a weekly group meeting for wounded soldiers. I can’t even begin to imagine what he went through over there.

  “Look at me, Rem. It’s alright, everything’s going to be fine, I promise. I’m here.”

  I pull him into my chest, and he sobs softly. I rub my hands up and down his back soothingly. It breaks my heart to see someone I care deeply about go through this. We spend long minutes on the floor in the men’s toilets, until Remy pulls away and gets to his feet. He offers me his hand and pulls me up with him. He yanks me to his chest and squeezes me tightly.

  “Thank you, for being there…for always being there for me.”

  I breathe him in and snuggle closer to him.
/>   “You don’t have to thank me, but you’re welcome.”

  He pulls away from our embrace and splashes his face with cold water. He dries off with some paper towels and straightens himself out. He briefly speaks to Ruby in hushed tones, kisses her on cheek, and leaves the toilet. I lean against the sink and let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

  “Does that happen a lot?” Ruby enquires, and I nod sadly. “Thank you. Jax walked in on him freaking out, we didn’t know what the fuck to do, babe,” Ruby says with a panicked edge to her voice, and I brush her arm reassuringly.

  “It was a regular occurrence back in Santa Monica. It was a little difficult to deal with at first, waking up to him screaming in the middle of the night, but I learned to cope with it.”

  Ruby throws her arms around me.

  “I had no idea. He’s my brother, and I knew nothing about it. What kind of person does that make me?”

  I squeeze her tighter.

  “He didn’t want you worrying. You know what he’s like, he’s stubborn, just like your old man.”

  We both laugh. I pull away from her and cup her face in my hands.

  “Now, let’s get this party started, babe!”

  26

  Sam

  I’ve been watching him all night. He can’t take his eyes off her, and the rage I feel inside is threatening to consume me.

  Remy fucking Logan.

  Even the name sounds bitter on my tongue. I couldn’t help myself, I had to take her to the car park and fuck her; because in my twisted mind, it marks her as mine. How fucked up is that? As I make my way through the throng of people to the toilet, I catch him coming out of the gents. I step in front of him and he comes to a halt.

  “Ah, Newbolt. I’d say it’s nice to see you, but I’d be lying.”

  Cocky motherfucker. I cock my eyebrow and back him against the wall. He lifts his chin defiantly, as if to goad me into doing something I’ll regret, but I don’t take the bait. I fold my arms across my chest and look him straight in the eye.

  “You're in love with her, aren't you?” I say, with an icy tone, and he is silent.

  He mirrors my body language and folds his arms; his stance is loose as his steely gaze locks with mine.

  “Answer the fucking question, Logan. Are you in love with Peyton?” I say glacially, with a clenched jaw. I feel so out of control and this isn’t me.

  “YES! YES, I'm in love with her, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I've been in love with her since we were fucking kids! It's only ever been her, but I never stood a chance.”

  He runs his hands through his dark hair and at that moment, I actually feel sorry for him.

  “I haven’t set foot in the U.K. in ten fucking years, but I came back for her, in the vain hope, that she would finally have moved on and be over you. That year she was with me in Santa Monica, I’d never felt more alive, she bought me back to life. Since she left, it’s like the lights went out.”

  He scrubs his hand down his face, and even though I am listening to another man tell me he has feelings for my girl, I understand. That’s exactly how I felt when I found out she died and again when she said she didn’t want to be with me anymore. I was truly fucking crushed.

  “Walk away, Logan. It’s only a matter of time before she realises she wants to be with me.”

  He stands up straighter and rolls his shoulders. He takes a step forward and places his hands on his hips.

  “You have no right asking me that. I walked away from her before and it was the biggest mistake of my fucking life,” he says, and at that moment, I admire his raw honesty.

  “I put a whole ocean between us because I was terrified of the way I felt about her, but by the time I finally realised, it was too late. I’d signed up to the army, and I was being deployed. The day I left, I kept hoping she’d come to me, to say goodbye. I waited for her, but she never came. I knew then it was over between us.”

  He sighs and laughs bitterly.

  “I have no fucking idea why I’m telling you this.”

  We are interrupted by heels clicking across the floor. I look up and see Remy’s mum, Pearl, heading towards us.

  “Sam! Darling!”

  She stops in front of us and pinches my cheeks.

  “You’re so bloody handsome! If only I was ten years younger!”

  She winks, and Remy rolls his eyes.

  “Mum! Please! You’re embarrassing yourself.”

  Remy tries to drag her away, but she digs her heels in.

  “Remy, darling! Have you met Sam? In’t he handsome?”

  I can smell the alcohol on her breath, and I can feel the tension hang thick in the air.

  “Me and Sam have met mum. Come dance with me, and leave Sam to it, yeah?”

  I can tell Remy is trying desperately to get his mum away from me. I can’t say I blame him. I like the older woman, but the only woman I want is Peyton.

  “Peyton is a lucky woman,” Pearl states, and I see Remy silently bristling at his mums’ side.

  “Come on, mum.”

  He manages to drag her away, and I wave awkwardly.

  “See you later, Sam darling!”

  She blows a kiss in my direction, and I let out a sigh of relief. Now I need to go and find Peyton.

  27

  Peyton

  After Remy’s near meltdown, I take Ruby back into the club and we dance. I let my inhibitions go, and I dance like no one is watching. As one song blends into another, the room is filled with the unique sound of Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson and Bruno Mars. The funky drum beat and the distinctive voice of Bruno Mars lights me up from the inside. I love this song. I see Remy out of the corner of my eye and playfully grab his hand. I mouth the words ‘Dance with me’. He nods, smiles, and twirls me around. I laugh as he pulls me close to him. The heat radiates between us and he moves fluidly against me. Remy is an extremely good dancer.

  We move in harmony with each other, and with each grind of our hips, it makes us both breathless. He takes both of my hands in his and creates distance between us. The look in his eyes is one I remember well, it tells me exactly how he feels about me. We continue to move in perfect rhythm, he twisting his hips while he twirls me around then catches me in his arms. We look in each other’s eyes and my skin starts to prickle. I know Sam is near, I can feel his presence. Before I know what is happening, I’m snatched from Remy’s hold, and Sam towers over me.

  “I’m cutting in,” he rasps, and I snatch my hand away from his.

  He narrows his eyes.

  “Angel,” he says in warning, and I shake my head.

  “Don’t.”

  Unexpectedly, I feel a sharp pain in my stomach. Shit, that hurts. Then I remember, I’m due on my period. The pain feels like stomach cramps and I start to feel like I need to throw up.

  “Beaut? Are you ok?” Remy says with a hint of concern to his voice.

  “I don’t feel too good, Rem.”

  I blink my eyes a few times, and he steadies me.

  “I’ll take you home.”

  Sam goes to protest, but the look in Remy’s eyes tells him not to argue.

  “Get the fuck out of my way Newbolt, or I swear to God, I will fucking end you,” Remy says with a menacing edge to his voice.

  Sam’s green eyes blaze with anger and he clenches his fist at his side. He looks as though he wants to argue, but he just finishes his drink in one large gulp and slams the glass down on a nearby table. His eyes lock with mine, and he nods tersely.

  “I hope you feel better soon, angel; this isn’t finished. I’ll have Cole come and get you tomorrow.”

  He turns on his heel and strides away before I can give him an answer.

  Fucking men.

  ***

  As we arrive back at my flat, I’ve started to feel marginally better and I kick the door shut behind me. Before I know what is happening, Remy spins me around, pins me to the wall, and kisses the life out of me. He knocks the breath straight from my lungs as he in
troduces his tongue, softly, stroking and teasing mine. He suddenly stops kissing me and rests his forehead against mine, his breath coming out in sharp gusts.