Tattoos & Tears (Complete Collection)

by Amiee Louise

  “Right back at ya, angel,” he mouths back.

  Marlowe smiles warmly as he pronounces us man and wife.

  None of this seems real…any moment now I’m going to wake up, and it’s going to be a dream.

  “I now pronounce you, Mr. and Mrs. Newbolt.”

  Everyone erupts in rapturous applause as Marlowe says those words with a tremendous sense of pride and satisfaction in his voice.

  “You may now kiss your bride.”

  Sam takes me in his arms and he kisses me with reckless abandon, and I lose myself in him. It is as if he can’t believe we’re finally married. His velvet tongue is gently probing and caressing mine. He is kissing me as if it is the last kiss we’ll ever share, and it leaves me light-headed with desire. It shows him and the world around us that he is mine. I now bear his name, and I belong only to Samson Newbolt.

  “Put her down, ya fucking animal!” Brody heckles, and Sam flips him the bird over my shoulder as we both pull away breathless and panting with uninhibited lust.

  “Shall we, Mrs. Newbolt?”

  I test those words out on my tongue, and it definitely has a ring to it. He offers me his hand, and we interlink our fingers together, the sunlight glimmering off both our wedding rings.

  “Yes, Mr. Newbolt,” I reply.

  We both smile so wide, and my jaw starts to ache.

  After all we’ve been through together, this moment has been a long time coming. We are finally Mr. and Mrs. Newbolt and are about to start our happy ever after.

  Bonus Chapter

  Sam - Six Months Later

  As I slide my hard cock into her tight, slick channel, I think to myself that there’s no other way that I’d like to wake up in the morning. Balls deep in my wife. My fucking wife. My beautiful wife, my Peyton. I wake up each and every fucking day grateful for what I have. My wife and my two beautiful sons Freddie and Zachary. After everything we’ve been through the past two years, we deserve this. We deserve our happy ever after.

  “Oh Sam!” she mewls, and it’s like music to my fucking ears. She wraps her legs around me and I look down at her with her long, dark hair fanned out on the pillow beneath me. She looks like a fucking goddess, even half asleep. “Don’t you dare stop, rock star.”

  I flash her a sleepy smile and she melts.

  “Now, you know what that does to me, angel.” I wink and growl animalistically, burying myself deeper inside her. “You better believe it, wife!”

  I love calling her that, it still doesn’t seem real.

  She narrows her eyes at me and pouts.

  “You fucking beast! Now fuck me like you mean it, husband!”

  I chuckle softly and it’s like it happens in slow fucking motion. The pounding footsteps and the moment the door swings open.

  “Mummy! Daddy!” Freddie comes bounding into our room. Fuck my life. “What you doing?” he says so innocently and Peyton bites her lip, desperately trying not to laugh.

  I roll my eyes, pull out of her and I look back over my shoulder. Our son, looking like this green eyed little devil, innocently standing in the doorway with his penguin at his side and his hair sticking out in all directions.

  “Nothing, mate, mummy and me….we were…Erm…just wrestling.”

  He bounces on the spot.

  “Can I play too, daddy?”

  Peyton almost starts to choke, and I roll over, tugging the cover to shield our nakedness from him.

  “What are you doing out of bed, trouble?”

  He rubs his eyes, as I subtly dance round his original question.

  “Uncle Brody woke me up, I think he’s wrestling too.”

  Peyton slaps both of her hands over her face and she loses it completely. She bursts out into a fit of hysterical giggles.

  “Why’s mummy laughing, daddy? Did you tell her a joke?”

  She laughs harder, and I dig her in the ribs as I yank the duvet off and make quick work of pulling on my boxers. I run my hand through my already mussed hair and pick Freddie up.

  “Come on, let’s get you back to bed.”

  He throws his arms around my neck, clutching his penguin in one hand and idly playing with the hair at the nape of my neck with the other.

  “Daddy, will you sing to me?” he asks with a yawn.

  “Yeah course I will, buddy.”

  I pad silently across the floor and push the door of Freddie’s room open with my bare foot. I lay him down in his car shaped bed. He’s obsessed with cars and racing. I tuck him in and he snuggles down, cuddling his penguin, Keith, tightly.

  “Sing that one I like daddy, my favouritist one in the whole wide world,” he says wearily, and I smile tenderly at our son.

  I still can’t get my head around the fact that he’s ours. I sit on the edge of his bed, in my boxers, and start to sing Green Day Good Riddance softly. By the time I finish, Freddie has fallen back to sleep and I kiss him softly on his forehead.

  “Love you, Freddie,” I whisper as I hear a melodic chuckle.

  “You’re so bloody adorable when you sing to him like that,” Peyton says softly, and I turn around to see her leaning against the door frame.

  Her arms are folded, she is wearing my Rancid Vengeance t-shirt and nothing else. Even after two kids, it looks like a dress the way it hangs off her slender, petite figure. Her dark hair is perfectly sleep mussed and she is bare foot. She looks like a fucking angel. My angel.

  “Reminds me of why I love you, Mr Newbolt.”

  I smirk.

  “I’m reminded every time I look into those mischievous blue eyes of yours, Mrs Newbolt.”

  She smiles and I’m damned if it’s not the most beautiful fucking thing in the world.

  “Now, get back to bed, that’s an order,” I rasp, and she raises her eyebrows.

  “Ordering me around, whatever next?” she says wryly as she rolls her eyes.

  This woman is going to be the death of me.

  I charge across the room, gently close the door to Freddie’s room, and chase her across the landing. She’s fast, but she never beats me, and I catch her easily. I swing her up over my shoulder and cheekily slap her delectable arse.

  “Put me down!” She pounds on my back. “Put me down, you…you…fucking arsehole!” she whisper hisses, and I laugh.

  “Is that all you’ve got?”

  She continues her assault on my back, and I slap her arse again, harder than the first time. She lets out a moan and tries to cover it with a tiny cough.

  “Do you like it when I spank you, angel? That little moan you just let out sounded like you did,” I say gruffly, and I can feel my cock hardening in my boxers.

  “Mmmm,” she sighs softly, and I growl from deep within my chest.

  “We’re going back to bed and we’re not moving, until I’ve given you at least five orgasms,” I say with a hoarse determination to my voice.

  “Only five? I know you can do better than that, Newbolt,” she says sassily, and I cock my eyebrow.

  “Someone’s feeling frisky this morning.”

  I chuckle. You have no fucking idea.

  “I’m always horny around you. You know I’m incapable of resisting you.” She stops pounding on my back. “I wouldn’t want you to resist me, rock star,” she says so softly I barely hear her.

  I put her down as we get back to our room and I cage her between my body and the wall, overwhelmed by the depth of feeling I have for this woman.

  “Never. This is us now, forever. Just you, me and our boys.”

  I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and the look in her eyes brings me to my knees.

  Suddenly, there is a distinctly female shriek, followed by a string of rather colourful expletives. Fuck me. Peyton rolls her eyes and I try desperately to suppress my smirk.

  “That’s the third fucking time this week, Sam. We’ve got two kids now, babe. He can’t keep bringing random women back here. He’s been out of rehab less than a month and there’s been a different woman every fucking night. I l
ove the boy to bits, you know that, but it’s got to bloody stop!” she says exasperated, as I kiss her on the end of her nose in an attempt to placate my feisty angel.

  “Cut him some slack, babe. He’s been through a lot; he lives here too. He’s got every right to bring a woman back,” I say in an attempt to defend him, but she scowls at me. I hold my hands up defensively. I’m so fucking pussy whipped. “Ok, ok! I’ll be right back and then we can pick up from where we left off, angel.”

  I raise my eyebrows suggestively and as soon as those words are out of my mouth, Zachary starts crying. Fucking great, I’m being cockblocked from all angles. I scrub my hand down my face and we both leave the bedroom. I bang on Brody’s bedroom door.

  “Open the door, you fucking animal!”

  What a fucking way to start the day.

  ***

  Peyton

  As I roll over, Sam pulls me close to him and I bury my nose in his chest. I take in his familiar scent, Joop and pure Sam Newbolt.

  “Angel,” he rasps sleepily and I can’t get close enough to him. This beautiful man, who is now my husband.

  “Morning.”

  I wriggle against him and he chuckles low in his throat.

  “Can I take care of something, angel?”

  I bite my lip.

  “Hmm, hmm.”

  I’ve woken up in a particularly frisky mood.

  “I need the words, babe.”

  I press myself further into him.

  “I need you to fuck me, husband.”

  He flips us so I’m pinned beneath him and his smooth, hard chest. I look up at him, his soft, raven, black hair, looking unruly and delicious. I can’t help teasing him, as I ghost my fingers over his crotch. He places his large, tattooed hand on top of mine.

  “Now, it’s not nice to tease, is it angel?” he says, with an amused tone to his voice.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Newbolt.”

  I continue to stroke him, he growls animalistically.

  “Fuck, I need to be inside you. I told you before, angel, if you play games with me, you’ll lose, every single fucking time,” he rasps, as I grind myself against his cock.

  “And what games would those be, Mr Newbolt?”

  I feign innocence and he tightens his grip on my wrists. I feel his cock growing harder and my heart beat starts to quicken. The look in his green eyes is smouldering; he leans down and kisses me passionately on the lips in a breath-stealing kiss. The feel of his soft lips on mine, as he coaxes my mouth open and his tongue strokes mine. His kiss is so tender and so gentle it makes me want to weep. I deepen the kiss not wanting it to end, as he pulls me closer to him.

  “Fuck, my cock is so hard right now.” I feel his steel erection pressing against my abdomen and feel my pussy grow slick. “I need to bury my fucking cock in that tight hole of yours, angel.”

  His voice is thick with arousal and I reach down to stroke his erection through his boxers. He growls primally and he cups my aching breast in his hand. He kisses a burning trail from my bare neck to my collarbone and I involuntarily shiver at the feel of his lips on my skin. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of my husband pleasuring me, like only he knows how. He plays my body like he plays his instruments on stage, with expert precision, effortless grace and quiet control. He leans down to suckle my erect nipple in his mouth. I run my fingers through his hair and tug gently.

  “Sam,” I moan inaudibly, and he reaches down to caress my pussy over my knickers.

  "Fuck, you’re wet for me, that's so fucking hot."

  He runs his finger through my wetness, teasing me for a few seconds, driving me to the brink of orgasm. He pushes his long finger inside me, taking me by surprise. I gasp at the feel of his finger moving in and out. He introduces a second finger, rubbing my inner walls with every stroke. My eyelids flutter closed, and he bites down on my nipple.

  "Eyes on me, angel."

  I open my eyes and my blue eyes lock with his green ones, as he increases his pace. He takes my nipple out of his mouth with a 'pop' and I reach down free his cock from the confines of his boxers. The movement is rushed and urgent, as I manage to pull his boxers half way down, unleashing his painful erection. He twists his fingers inside me, causing me to cry out.

  "Oh, fuck Sam, that feels so good."

  I stroke his cock, causing him to growl against my neck. He pulls his fingers free from my pussy, leaving me bereft at the loss of contact. He pushes his boxers all the way down, the head of his cock finds my entrance and he shoves forward, impaling me on his waiting firmness. His cock feels good inside me and I whimper softly. He bites his lip and throws his head back as he cries out with pleasure.

  "Oh Jesus, fuck, angel. You feel like heaven."

  He picks up his pace, moving in and out of my slick heat. I wrap my arms around his neck and tug the hair at the nape of his neck. It feels so good, I moan in his ear. As his pace quickens, I feel my orgasm cresting to the surface. I squeeze my inner walls around his cock, and he gasps at the feeling.

  "Shit, that felt...FUCK!" He barks as he pistons in and out of me as I explode around him.

  "I'm coming, fuck, Sam I'm coming," I yell, and he moves his hand over my mouth.

  “That’s it, angel. Come for me.”

  His orgasm is right behind mine, as his hot seed spurts inside me, causing a second orgasm to detonate from deep within me. I cry out around his hand and as we come down from our orgasms. The only sound is our breathless post orgasmic pants.

  “That’s one way to start the day! Inside my beautiful wife!”