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“I will say, though,” I met her eyes, “You’re the biggest pain in the ass of them all.”

  It made her smile. I hadn’t meant it as a compliment but of course she’d take it as such. I chuckled. Fucking Sticks. She’d get whatever the hell she wanted. And I admired her for that.

  Chapter 5

  Elaina

  Around 8:30am, Hunter started slowing down. Six hours. Shorter than he’d warned me. I hadn’t started getting antsy yet, though I was sore. I couldn’t wait to actually sleep. I hadn’t pulled all nighters since college.

  His chair rolled back and I heard him stand. I raised my head and glanced down at my tattoo, ready to see the most perfect thing I’d ever seen…

  But it wasn’t.

  I opened my mouth to protest. It wasn’t finished. Fuck. This is it. This is how he’s fucking me over. He’d never give me a shitty tattoo and ruin his reputation… He’s leaving it unfinished. No way will anyone else touch it… Fucking bastard.

  I sat up, not giving a fuck if my shirt covered me completely. Six fucking hours and this is it?

  Hunter turned, seeing my expression. He chuckled. “Calm your tits, Sticks. It’s getting almost time for the guys to get here and start setting up for the day… No way in hell we’ll still be here when they do.”

  I frowned. I didn’t get it.

  “We’re finishing this at my place,” he stated, wiping off his clean hands, “That is… unless you don’t want to…”

  I shook my head violently. No way in hell I was walking away from here without a finished tattoo.

  He grabbed a few things for his case and I stuffed my bra in my purse. No way in hell was I putting that damned thing on over a still seeping wound.

  I looked down, gauging my flannel shirt covering my breasts. How to best put this on without giving him a whole peep show…

  Hunter turned before I uncovered my breasts. Good timing.

  “You’re going to get blood on your shirt,” he noticed, “Here.”

  He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it at me, not meeting my eyes. Good thing he didn’t… I wasn’t sure I could tear my eyes away from his body.

  “It’s an old one, I’ll just throw it away after,” he explained, gathering the rest of his things.

  I couldn’t even fucking move. Hunter. Fucking. Helms. Shirtless. Christ. Almighty.

  My ears went numb. The sheer perfection of that man was deafening. Fucking chiseled and tan. Tattoos everywhere. Across his chest, arms, down his ribs, peeking out from the waistband of his jeans. Holy. Fuck.

  It was all I had not to throw both our shirts to the ground and launch myself at him. Tattoo be damned.

  He glanced over his shoulder at me, raising his eyebrow. “Problem?”

  I gulped, shaking my head quickly, diverting my eyes anywhere other than his perfect pecs in all their tattooed glory.

  His shirt was still warm from him when I put it on.

  “Ready?” he asked, turning, carrying his case, muscles fucking bulging. Jesus.

  Chapter 6

  Elaina

  Thank God his house wasn’t far. At 8:30am, I should’ve still been sleeping, not walking half asleep the few blocks to his house.

  When we got there, I expected to lay on his dining room table or on the couch for him to finish. Instead, he took me to his bedroom. My mouth went dry.

  “You can lay down there,” he said, setting his case down beside the bed, clearing the nightstand to set his materials.

  I froze. Hunter Helms’ BED?

  “Another problem, Sticks?” he asked, grinning. He was loving making me uncomfortable.

  I gulped, willing myself to keep my self-control just a little bit longer.

  I sat down on the bed as he plugged in his machine.

  “Sure you’re not going to make a mess of your bed?” I asked, thinking this seemed a little ridiculous.

  He shook his head. “I’m sure I’ve had worse.”

  He fucking winked at me, light gleaming off his shoulders.

  “Can you put a damn shirt on?” I groaned, feeling myself getting breathless like a fucking hussy.

  He beamed. “Distracted?”

  “A little,” I lied, trying to seem coy. I wasn’t sure it was working.

  He stood up, towering over me. He tugged the edge of the sleeve of the shirt I wore. His shirt.

  “You are wearing my shirt you know,” he teased, the dark tattoos on his chest like a mirage, killing my concentration. He was doing this on purpose.

  I bit my lip teasingly, confidently. You wanna fuck with me? I raised my arms over my head, challenging. Game on.

  He growled low in his throat, grabbing the hem of the shirt and sweeping it over my head. His eyes moved darkly over me. My breathing was heavy and my nipples hardened under his gaze. My panties felt soaked.

  I could almost hear the change in his pulse. He swallowed hard.

  “Let’s…” he tried hoarsely, “Finish.”

  I smiled with relish, basking in the sweet knowledge that Hunter Helms couldn’t break me if he tried.

  I lay back down and he took the painstakingly slow hours to finish my tattoo. I didn’t even bother to cover my chest after that. He tried to fuck with my concentration by showing off his body. He didn’t bargain for the fact that I wouldn’t back down from a challenge. Sure, I felt like a brazen slut, but damn. I didn’t fucking care. I was on fucking cloud nine.

  Hunter

  Fucking. Hell. It was hard as fuck to concentrate with her fucking tits out the whole goddamn time. When you’re blood’s pumping to your dick, it’s hard to keep your focus for the last few hours.

  But she was fucking done. And that tattoo was the best goddamn thing I’d ever done.

  I wiped her down and cleaned her up as she admired it in my mirror. Fuck. She looked fucking good. She was already sexy as hell and with my tattoo on her… Goddamn. It was the best thing I’d seen in a long time.

  She turned around, tits almost in my face.

  “I fucking love it,” she breathed, “Thank you.”

  I nodded, disposing of my gloves. “So now you’ll leave me alone, right?”

  She nodded sincerely. “I was never going to destroy your business. It was a bluff I wasn’t going to be able to follow through with. I’m not that spiteful... But yes, I’ll leave you alone now. I always keep my word.”

  I smirked. Fucking Sticks. She’ll torment the hell out of you but stay true to her word. Fucking pain in the ass.

  I started covering her tattoo and wrapping it, taking as many stolen looks as I could to her perfect tits. She’d be covering them up soon.

  “All right, Sticks,” I said, willing my cock to go down, “We’re done here. You know how to take care of your tattoos so I won’t run you through the instructions.”

  She looked up at me, brushing hair out of her face. “Gonna tell me what this Sticks thing is about?”

  I chuckled. “That first day when you came into my shop… You tried to shoot daggers at me… And all I could think about is how I could snap you like a fucking-”

  “Stick,” she laughed, smiling at me, getting it, “Nice.”

  I looked at where her new tattoo was covered. My smile faded, blood pounding in my ears. I touched her skin through the wrapping.

  “Know why your phoenix isn’t rising from fire?” I muttered, eyes tracing down her neck to her collarbones. She probably didn’t think there was any meaning, that I pulled that design from nowhere with no significance.

  She shook her head, swallowing hard, lips parting slowly, eyes locked on mine.

  I brought my other hand up to her side, fingers along her ribs, thumbs along the curve of her breasts.

  “You’re not made of fire,” I said softly, feeling her breath in her ribs, her body heat fucking radiating, “You’re a different kind of badass than everyone else. Still tough as shit though… You needed something more fitting.”

  “I see,” she whispered, eyeing my lips, “Well you delivered as ad
vertised.”

  My cock throbbed, my fingers digging into the back of her ribs. “Damn right, babe.”

  Her eyes lit up, eyebrows rising, confidence surging. Her fingers hooked through the loops of my jeans, tugging me closer. “I’m sure you have other choice nicknames for me by now.”

  I laughed in my throat. “Hmm… ‘Pain In My Ass’ is the most common one… But ‘Sticks’….. is still my fucking favorite.”

  She licked her lips and I lunged at her.

  Chapter 7

  Elaina

  His mouth was hot on mine, devouring me, fingers pulling the ends of my hair where it fell along my back. I groaned. I needed to feel him against me. I tugged harder at his belt loops and his skin met mine, stomach sliding against mine, my nipples grazing his chest.

  “Christ,” growled into my mouth and my pussy clenched, hands desperate against his shoulders.

  His hand in my hair tugged, jerking my head back, his lips descending on my exposed neck, licking, teeth nipping. I was breathless.

  He licked along my collarbone, hand in my hair keeping my in place, other hand in the middle of my back to keep me against him. I could feel his erection through his jeans. I shuddered. Hunter Helms wanted me.

  I groaned, hands along his neck, pulling his face up to me again, hot breath wanting more, his mouth on mine, eating me alive. I bit his lip and he made a sound deep in his throat. It was like gasoline on a fire.

  He jerked my hair again and his teeth grazed my ear, breathless, biting the lobe. I groaned. Fuck, I want more.

  I breathed, head swimming, almost unable to even comprehend that Hunter Helms just gave me a tattoo… and was now going to fuck me. God, I hoped he was going to fuck me.

  “Fuck,” he grunted, dropping to his knees in front of me, mouth trailing over my breasts as he went. My head tipped back, eyes closing. Fuck, yes.

  My fingers were in his hair, behind his head, urging him closer, his tongue licking along my stomach; I wished he’d go lower. He nosed my between my breasts, breath warm, goose bumps prickling along my back. His mouth slipped over my nipple, biting softly, my mouth fell slack, holding his head to my breast, needing more. My pussy was fucking dripping.

  He kissed the hollow of my sternum gently.

  “I love that you have no tattoos in this spot,” he whispered hoarsely, nuzzling it, “One day I’ll put one here.”

  A low sound came from my throat before I could stop it. I could barely see through the lust in my eyes. Hunter Helms was going to give me another tattoo. Willingly.

  He met my eyes. “Yeah, Sticks… You heard me right… I’ll be tattooing you again.”

  I licked my lips, struggling to get my breath. “And more than that, I hope…”

  He grinned, fingers kneading into my hips, my new tattoo warm, hot, and sore against his touch.

  “Oh yes…” he said, eyes glinting with promise, “So much more than that.”

  Hunter

  I could almost smell her pussy from where I knelt. Sweet and delicious.

  I tugged at the waist band of her leggings. “Off.”

  Her eyes were glazed in lust as she hooked her thumbs in the top of her leggings and pulled them down, panties with them. I slid them the rest of the way down, nose in her folds. I couldn’t help myself. She smelled so fucking good.

  She hissed above me, hands on my shoulders to steady herself. I grinned. This was exactly how I fucking wanted her.

  I nuzzled her thighs farther apart and licked her sweet pussy in one long stroke. Her knees shook around me and my cock throbbed in my jeans. I spread her lips with my tongue and sucked hard. I could almost feel her groan vibrate through her pussy.

  My dick was hard as steel in my jeans. As much as I loved licking her sweet pussy, it needed to wait. I fucking wanted her.

  I gave her one last lick and rose to my feet; I needed more. My jean covered cock dragged against her as I stood and she threw herself at me, mouth reckless against mine, tasting herself on my lips, groaning deep in her throat.

  I pressed my dick hard into her belly, wishing my fucking jeans were off so I could slip it into her. Fuck, it was going to feel so good.

  Her fingers tugged at my belt loops, unsnapping the button of my jeans, nails dragging across my dick, desperate. I couldn’t fucking stand how rock hard it was for her.

  She unzipped and reached in, taking my breath from me, her hand warm and soft along my dick. She bit my lip and gripped hard, pulling me against her, mouth hot on mine.

  “Fuck, Sticks,” I hissed, my cock throbbing in her hand. I corrected myself. “Elaina.”

  She grinned against my mouth, breathless. “Call me whatever you want, Hunter.”

  I kicked my jeans and boxes down and off my legs, pressing my burning hot dick against her. She already knew that part of her was mine, the skin she’d saved it just for me, but now I wanted the rest of her. All of her. And she’d know it.

  Chapter 8

  Elaina

  Fuck.

  I was so fucking wet. I wanted his cock so fucking bad I couldn’t stand it.

  He gripped my hips and spun me, pushing me over his bed, his dick thumping my ass. I dug my hands into his sheets, surrendering my ass to him, desperate for him to fuck me, not giving a shit about how slutty I might seem.

  He dragged his tongue up my spine, biting the back of my neck, fingers tapping along the wrapping over the tattoo he gave me. The swollen pain throbbed as a reminder of the hours we’d just done and it turned me on even more. I was getting ready to beg.

  I glanced over my shoulder at him as he stroked his cock, fist full. My mouth went dry. Just like every part of him, his cock was fucking hard, thick, and strong.

  I licked my lips, pussy throbbing. He dragged a finger along my folds. I was fucking soaked. I whimpered, writhing, ready to beg him to fuck me.

  I felt the thick head of his cock at my pussy and I sighed, wriggling my hips back against it. He slid it up and down, teasing me, torturing me. I heard him lick his lips.

  He eased in, hand on my shoulder, fingers along my neck.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, but I needed more, “Please...”

  I could hear him grin.

  “Whatever you say, baby,” he murmured, sliding his full length into me.

  I sucked in a breath, pussy clenching around him, back arched. His dick was so thick, it hit just the right places inside me. Fuck, it felt so good.

  He began to withdraw, groaning into my ear, one hand around my neck and the other on my hip, over his tattoo, over what was his.

  He slammed back into me, jolting the breath from my throat, his hips on my ass, balls hitting my clit, unrelenting in his assault. I groaned and gripped his sheets, loving every fucking inch of his thick cock inside me.

  He fucked me hard, without stopping, feral. All I could do was brace myself and take it, gasping for breath.

  “You wanted me and now you have me,” he snarled against my ear.

  I moaned, back arching, his words igniting my arousal further, knowing he wanted me just as badly.

  “Say it,” he demanded breathlessly, pounding his dick into me, making me struggle for words.

  “Fuck,” I panted, “Yes. I wanted you.”

  I was so fucking turned on, I’d say whatever he wanted me to. And I couldn’t deny that I fucking wanted him. Damn, did I ever…

  I heard him grin in satisfaction, slapping my ass.

  I smirked; he was enjoying this.

  I raised myself off the bed, back against his chest, his arms sliding around me, staggering backwards to catch his balance. His cock slid out of me and I turned to face him, dick bobbing between us, glistening.

  He stared at me bewildered, confused, as if I going to tell him now that I’d changed my mind.

  I kissed him. “You should know by now that I always want more.”

  I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him backwards onto his bed, grinning, smug as hell.

  He caught himself by his elbows as I
climbed over him, licking the length of his cock as I went, hearing him groan, hands in my hair, making me even more smug.

  I raised my face over his, kissing him, as I positioned myself over his dick, pressing it against my pussy, then sliding off, returning the torment he’d given me. He groaned, eyes dark, licking his lips.

  He eyed my tits and winked, slapping my ass again. “Whatever you say, baby.”

  Hunter

  Jesus Fucking Christ.

  Elaina slid her pussy down over my cock, hands on my chest, hips grinding down, perfect tits in my face.

  I nearly blew my load right then.

  “Jesus,” I spat through grit teeth, hands on her thighs and her hips, feeling her pussy squeeze my dick.

  She grinned through a curtain of hair, grinding her clit on me, perfect tits swaying.

  I sucked in a breath, looking over the sexy as fuck woman on top of me. Christ, she was perfect.

  She was the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever had but damn was she fucking worth it. It pissed me the hell off that she always thought she was in charge, but damn, her taking control and wanting to be on top turned me the fuck on.

  She closed her eyes and sighed, raising her hips up off me, then sliding back down, excruciatingly tight. I grit my teeth and squeezed her hips, letting her do exactly what she wanted. My hand fell right along her new tattoo, pride surging up inside me that I’d been the one to give it to her.

  She moaned, vibrations shooting through her body as she ground her clit down on me, getting her rhythm. I chewed the inside of my lip to keep from exploding.

  Opening her eyes, she grinned at me, quickening her pace, biting her lip. I kept my hands on her hips as she started really riding, going hard on me, red hot friction burning.

  She growled through grit teeth and I knew she was getting close. I really wanted to start fucking her again but I didn’t want her to lose her concentration. I would let her finish and then I’d fuck the shit out of her again.