Jay (Castle Ink Book 2)

by Amy Davies

  JAY

  Castle Ink Series #2

  AMY DAVIES

  Copyright© 2017 by Amy Davies

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  Cover design by Designs by Dana

  Edited by Stephanie Farrant

  Formatting by The Graphics Shed

  All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced without the express written permission from the author. This book is the work of fiction. The characters, names, locations and events are the product of the author's imagination and used in a fictional manner. Any similarities to any real life event or person dead or alive is pure coincidental.

  Always be true to you. Never give up on love. It will find you when the time is right.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Epilogue

  Playlist

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other Books

  jay

  Standing by the photo booth at this kid’s tenth birthday party, I watch as the kids dance on the dance floor, all fumbling arms and excited feet as Fleur East’s ‘Sax’ blares from the speakers. This party is fucking crazy. I think every kid in town is here, and brought even more friends with them. I agreed to do this party for Liam; a good friend of mine and my brother, Dex’s. We have been friends for as long as I can remember. When he asked Dex and me to help out with his girlfriend’s daughter’s party, we jumped at the chance. Neither of us could believe that Liam was actually settling down. But when I saw Penny, I knew why. She is fucking beautiful, and to be honest, she is perfect for Liam.

  When he came home from one of his tours with the fucking band, he wasn’t himself. I know we almost lost him to the drugs, and that was some scary shit, but he pulled through. Still, we knew something was off, so we questioned him about what was going on. That was when he told us about Penny. And here we are, standing here ten years later, and he fucking found her. How much had fate stepped in, by bringing him to the one town that she lived in? I am happy for them both. They are the perfect little family with their two kids.

  “Hey, Mr, can we use these things in our pictures?” I look down at the boy and see him standing there with two other boys.

  “Yeah, man. Use whatever is in the box there.” I point to the box. They pick out what they want to use and I explain how the photos work. It's funny how I can compare myself to a little boy right now in using these photo booths. The kids love this shit. I shake my head and look over to my brother, Dex, who is standing across the room, watching Addy do a temporary tattoo on a young girl, a bunch of kids lined up and waiting for their turn. I bet half of those kids will never get inked when they are old enough.

  I scan the crowd and see the sexiest woman I have ever fucking laid eyes on in my life. Her hair is brown and shiny and perfectly wavy. She’s wearing a red sleeveless blouse that hugs her tits perfectly and black leather shorts that make her legs look fucking amazing. She’s walking around the room, smiling at the kids enjoying themselves. Her hair sways as she walks, and I swear to fuck, time slows down. She turns and looks in my direction, and my heart does a flippy thing when our eyes connect. A stunning smile graces her face as she closes the gap between us. I watch as she bites down on her bottom lip, and my dick wakes up in my jeans. I lean back against the photo booth and wait for her to get closer; my dick getting harder with each step she takes. She stops in front of me and places her hands in the hidden pockets of her outfit.

  I look down at her feet and slowly drag my gaze up her body. My heart stutters when I see the tattoo. She has what looks like a heart rate tattoo wrapped around her thigh. I angle my head to the side and see the pulses stop and flatline at the outer side of her thigh, where a purple heart sits. I straighten my head and continue my gaze up her body, slowing down when I hit her chest area. I lick my lips and slowly drag my gaze to her slender neck. I take in her perfect smiling lips that would look so fucking good wrapped around my dick - her red lipstick leaving its mark on my skin - her perfectly straight nose and then her eyes; pale green and dancing with humour. She loves that I’m checking her out. My kind of girl. Her eye colour reminds me of cat eyes. I bet I can make her purr like a cat, too.

  “Hey, sweetheart.” I wink at her. She bites her lip and looks to the floor. No blush covers her skin, so I know that I haven’t embarrassed her. She brings her eyes back to mine and speaks.

  “Is that term of endearment standard for you? A way of making sure that you’re covered because you’ve already forgotten the name of the girl you’re shagging,” she says, shocking the shit out of me.

  I knew she was going to be feisty. I cover my shock and smirk at her. I don’t learn girls’ names. I fuck and leave. I’m not there long enough to learn their names, so why bother. But there is no way in hell I am going to tell her that little fact.

  “Nah. I just think you’re looking rather sweet tonight,” I explain. She looks taken aback by my explanation. Good. I offer my hand.

  “Jay Castle,” I introduce myself. She takes my hand, and I can’t help but love the softness of her skin. I rub my thumb over her knuckles.

  “Rachel Cullen.”

  “Nice to meet you, Rachel. So, are you here with someone, tonight?”

  “Nope. Well, unless you count the hundreds of people in the room.” She winks at me.

  “Funny. I mean a bloke. A husband or boyfriend, hell, a girlfriend, even.”

  “No. I’m single. And happy,” she adds.

  “Good,” I state. She tilts her head at my answer.

  “Why ‘good’?”

  “Because you’ll be going home with me tonight.” I bounce my eyebrows at her and she laughs. She goes to say something but I grab her wrist and drag her into the photo booth. I sling the red curtain closed and hit the button to start taking photos. She doesn’t protest as I lean in and kiss her.

  I slant my mouth over hers, loving the taste of candy floss on her sweet lips.

  Click.

  I hear the click that tells me the first photo has been taken. I move my head and kiss down her jaw. Rachel moves her head to the side, giving me better access.

  Click.

  Another click and I drag my tongue up her exposed neck, causing her to shiver under my touch.

  Click.

  I drop my mouth to her cleavage and drag my tongue between her ample breasts. She gasps and I smile against her skin. I raise my head and look into her eyes. Lust is shining back at me, and I know she can see how much I want her, my own lust mirroring hers. I hear giggles outside the booth, and I can only imagine that the kids have seen the photos. I kiss her red lips one last time before pulling her out of the booth. I see three girls standing there looking at us, blushes clear across their innocent faces. I wink down at them and they scarper away. I chuckle and bend down to remove our photos from the slot, never letting go of her hand.

  I look at the photos and smile. They are fucking awesome. I glance at Rachel and she’s looking flushed, but she is smiling at me. She snatches the picture out of my hand and lays it on the table. She picks up a pen and flips
the photo over, before writing something on the back. Once she’s done, she hands it back to me and walks away without another word. I quickly look down at the photo and see what she has written.

  Thanks for the kiss. Call me later, sexy.

  She’d added her number at the bottom. I look around me, checking that no kids are close enough to see me adjust my hard dick in my jeans. Fuck, no woman has made it this hard before. I have been with a shit load of girls before, but fuck me sideways, Rachel Cullen gets my blood raging like to other. Her eyes hide something, something I intend to find out. Damn, I am going to have a load of fun with her - lots and lots of unadulterated fun

  jay

  A beeping noise wakes me. Fucking hell. Why does that have to be so annoying? I roll over and slap my hand on the bedside table, wishing like hell the noise stops. I slap a few times before I manage to pick the phone up and hit the stop button. Flopping back down on my back, I blink a few times, trying my best to clear my blurry vision. I rest my phone on my bare chest - I hate wearing tops to bed, I normally just wear boxers, or nothing. Once my vision clears, I pick my phone up to check the time. Egh, it’s only nine-thirty. Why the hell did I set my alarm so early? I drop my phone on the bed next to me and scrub my hands over my face. I rack my brain, trying to think why I set a nine-thirty alarm. My sleepy brain clears and my memory comes back to me. I groan, remembering why I have to get up early.

  “Oh fuck,” I whine. Why me? I have two new clients today. Twins. Bubbly, bimbo twins. Shit, they sound like they live on helium when they speak. Luke, the little shit, booked them in under me. He knew they would grate on my nerves. Maybe I should give them his phone number and they can pester him later. I drag my body out of my warm, comfy bed and head for the shower. After turning the shower on, I take a look at myself in the mirror whilst the water warms up. I look like shit - I knew those bottles of beer were going to fuck with me today. Sighing, I run my hand over my jaw line, checking if I should shave. Rachel likes me clean-shaven but today I’m in a ‘fuck it’ mood. And to be honest, Rachel can fuck it, too.

  I climb in the shower and let the water wash away the sleep. I need to wake the hell up. These twins want matching fucking fairy tattoos on their ankle. Fuck my life. Picking up my shower gel, I drop a dollop on my hand and start washing my body. Flashes of a past shower flick through my mind. Rachel was with me then.

  I stand under the hot water, washing away the sea water. I had spent the day at the beach with the family. Rachel was in a good mood today, so she had joined us, and then come back to my place with me. Rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I feel two soft hands wrap around my trim waist; a pair of tits press into my back. Plump lips land on my shoulder and I shudder from the contact. This is what she does to me.

  “Need any help?” Rachel asks, her voice sounding husky and sexy.

  “I could do. Do you know anyone that will offer their services?” I reply.

  “Funny, Mr Castle.” I turn to face her. Her long brown hair is damp from the water spray. I lift the shower gel and add a generous amount to my hand. Quickly placing the bottle back down, I rub my hands together, making the soap foam up. Our eyes never break contact. She smiles at me and I smirk back at her. I lower my hands to her perfectly round tits and start to rub the bubbles all over, messaging them equally. My fingers move down her torso, her lower abdomen. Finally, I slip my right hand between her legs. A moan escapes her lips and my cock jumps to attention.

  “You like that?” I ask her. I slip my fingers between her pussy lips before she can answer and add pressure to her swollen clit.

  “God, Jay, just make me come already,” Rachel whines. Always in a fucking hurry to get this over with. I rub her faster, making her pant and moan my name. She comes in a flash. That is the one thing I like and hate about our sex life: she can come mega fucking fast and she can prolong her climax. She drops her head forward onto my chest, panting and trying to catch her breath. She inhales and steps back from me. All my manly dreams of having a blow job in the shower are shattered when she steps out of the shower.

  “I needed that, Jay. Thanks.” She picks up a towel and starts wrapping it around her body.

  “Thanks? What the living fuck, Rach?” Anger sears through me. I am so fucking sick of this shit with her now. I shut the water off and snatch up another towel, wrapping it around my hips before walking out of the bathroom. I ignore her as she walks out and starts drying herself. I yank open a drawer and pull out of a pair of workout shorts - no boxers - and walk out of the bedroom.

  “Jay,” Rachel calls after me, but I ignore her. I take a deep breath and lean against the work top. Counting to ten in my head, I try to control the messed-up thoughts running through my mind. I need to work out if she is even worth carrying on with. “I called you,” she states from behind me, but I keep my back to her.

  “I heard you. But I need to calm down before I say shit I know I will regret.”

  “Like what, Jay? I don’t get why you’re pissed at me.” Is she for fucking real? Always thinking of herself… Well, fuck her. I shake my head and walk out of the kitchen and into the living room, where I throw myself down into my favourite recliner chair. I sense Rachel standing in the large open doorway, but I ignore her.

  “Is this because I didn’t get you off?” She shakes her head at me. She really is a piece of work.

  “It’s not just that, no. You didn’t even fucking care enough to finish me off. You climaxed and fucked off. That shows how much you really think of me. Just go home, Rach.” I need time to calm down. She stands there for a few moments before marching off to my room to get her clothes. I pay her no attention when she comes storming back out. I keep my eyes closed, letting her know that I don’t want to speak to her.

  “Call me when you decide to grow the hell up, Jay,” With that she is gone. Her leaving makes me rethink things with us.

  The doorbell brings me back to the present, taking me from the last memory I have of Rachel. We haven’t been in contact for two weeks. I refuse to make the first move; she was in the wrong. I quickly rinse off and grab two towels from the heated towel rail, securing one around my waist as I walk to the door. I use the other towel to dry my hair. A glance at the kitchen clock tells me it’s nine-fifty. I swing the door open and see Addy standing there, smiling at me like butter wouldn’t melt. I know better.

  “What’s up?” I say, taking my smiling niece from her arms. Phoebe is now four months old, time as flown by. I am a big part in her life, a very active uncle. “How is my favourite girl?” I ask her. She babbles at me, which makes no sense, but hey, she’s trying.

  “Dex had an early client so I thought we could chill with you today,” Addy explains. Phoebe slaps my bare chest, bringing my attention to what I’m wearing – or rather, not wearing.

  “Bollocks, dude, I have a ten-thirty appointment. Luke booked me in with twins. Sorry, chick.” I hand Phoebe back to her and say, “Let me throw some clothes on and we can head over to Castle Ink.” She takes Phoebe from me and I walk into my room. I dig through my clothes and throw on a pair of black jeans and a plain black t-shirt, before putting my socks and boots on and heading back out to where Addy is sitting with Phoebe tucked into the corner of the couch. Pillows swallowing her up, she looks so tiny still. She’s growing at a slow rate but she is healthy, and that’s the main thing. I pick up my wallet and phone off the little table and tuck them both in my jean pockets.

  I walk over and pick up my niece, while Addy grabs her nappy bag. We walk out to my brand new Ford Edge. I like big cars, and no, I am not overcompensating. I already have a baby seat in the back ready for Phoebe. Like I said, I’m an active uncle. Plus, the big boot comes in handy for when I have Deuce. Dex and Addy spoil this dog rotten. That once little shit is getting big. I took him to the vet once, and the bastard spewed all over my back seat. Lucky for him - and Addy - was that it was in my old car. Hence the bigger and newer car. I watch Addy strap the baby into her car seat and drop her baby bag on
to the back seat.

  “You ready?” I ask. Addy nods her head.

  “Yeah.” We both climb into the car and we set off for Castle Ink. Music plays softly through the speakers - not too loud to upset Phoebe. Addy leans around her seat and takes a photo of Pheebs falling asleep with her fist in her mouth. My darling niece is teething; and she is fussy all the time.

  “So, what's has been happening in Captain Awesome’s life, these days?” Addy asks me, adjusting her body in her seat so she’s facing me.

  I smile at her and answer, “I’m good, doll. Just taking each day at a time. How’s my niece coping with her new teeth breaking through?”

  “She’s grumpy most of the time, only Dex seems to be able to soothe her. We’ve been using CalGel on her gums; that seems to help a little.”

  “I bet Dex is rubbing it in big that he can calm her better than you, huh?” I chuckle at the pout that forms on her face.

  “He’s a bastard, that’s what he is. Using my daughter against me when he wants something - ‘Oh Ads, can you get me a drink, please?’ ‘Addy, can you make me a sandwich, please, baby?’ Fucker always uses the sweet voice, but when I tell him to piss off and stop being lazy, he tells me that Pheebs is sleeping on his chest and he can’t disturb her.” I can’t help but laugh out loud, making Phoebe jump in her car seat. She calms once Addy touches her chubby leg. Aww, the mother’s touch.