Inked Ever After (3 page)

She wanted to hold out, but it was impossible. His mouth and
his fingers working in tandem were too much, and she came in no time, so hard
she saw stars, grinding herself against his face and crying out his name. With
her insides still convulsing, James flipped her on her back and settled between
her legs.

“Love doing you with my mouth. Feeling you come apart on my
tongue. Always have. A fucking treat, baby.”

“Inside me, James. Now,” she pleaded, wrapping her legs
around his hips, her hands around his neck.

He brushed his mouth over hers, a cocky grin on his handsome
face. He smelled like her. So frigging sexy. Although his body was tight with
tension and his erection was throbbing between her folds, he didn’t move to
enter her.

“Not just yet, princess.”

“But…but you said…”

“What did I say?”

She felt her cheeks flame. She wasn’t shy when it came to
talking in bed, but by no means had she reached James’s level of comfort with
dirty talking. “That…that I’d get your cock after I came in your mouth.”

His slow smile was all knowing. “And you will, baby. You
came in my mouth nice and sweet, and you will get my cock in you, I promise,
but first we’re going to try some of the toys you’re supposed to keep around to
replace me.”

What? She wasn’t following him until he reached for the
nightstand and produced the orange rabbit dildo she’d gotten as a present from
the pleasure party consultant. “Let’s try the theory, shall we?” he continued.
“Let’s see if this thing can indeed replace me.”

“James, I don’t—”

But she couldn’t say anything else, for he placed the head
of the vibrator on her swollen flesh and turned the power on. She jerked, her
core still tender from her orgasm.

“James!”

He moved a hand over her lower abdomen and immobilized her.
“Easy, baby.”

He circled her clit once, then skimmed the fake cock down
her slit, separating her drenched folds and teasing her entrance.

“Like it?”

“I need you, babe, please,” she whispered.

“Soon, princess.” He leaned over, kissed her, and then ran
his thumb over her lips. “You’re soaked from coming on my face, so there’s no
need now, but next time we play, I want that sexy mouth wrapped around the
dildo, making it wet before I put it inside you and fuck you with it.”

Oh God
. Her
stomach dropped, and she couldn’t control the deep moan tearing through her as
he teased her opening again.

With his gaze on her inner thighs, he slowly slipped the
head of the vibrator in.

“I love how your tiny pussy grips it, trying to suck it in.
I prefer when it’s my cock pushing inside you, your folds stretched tight
around me, but orange suits you too—goes with the green from your ring bead,”
he added, reaching for her clit and flicking his tongue over it. “Do you want
it all the way in?”

She arched her back, offering herself to him.
Yes, please. Now.

James worked the vibrating machine inside her, swirling it
around to press against her inner walls, nudging her G-spot while the rabbit
ears were killing her clit. Jeez, her man knew his way around her body with
that thing—even better than she did.

He kissed her, deep and long, his tongue taking over, owning
the kiss. She loved tasting herself on him, but loved even more how comfortable
he was with her smell and taste all over him.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he said as he nibbled at the base of
her neck, where her pulse was beating madly. “What are those cup thingies I saw
with the dildos, the ones in the shape of a butterfly?”

Her breath was so ragged she could barely speak. “Those are
nipple suckers.”

He stilled for a second before barking out a laugh. “Nipple
suckers?”

Tate nodded.

“So the strap-on device with a single cup…?”

“Clit sucker.”

James shook his head. “Okay, let’s play this game. How do
these nipple suckers exactly work?”

“You fasten them on your nipples, and they…umm…suck them.”
Or so the pleasure party consultant had said. Something about creating a vacuum
and getting more blood to the area.

“You mean like this?” He moved to her breasts, working her
already pebbled nipples with his mouth and teeth. She didn’t need to tell him
anything; he knew how she liked it, and he sucked hard until her back bowed and
she cried out, her pussy contracting, her hands holding his head to her chest.

He looked up and grinned, the dragon on his arm and shoulder
flexing as he pushed the dildo in and out of her. “Sorry to break it to you,
princess, but those things won’t do you any good. You like it too rough. You
need my lips, my tongue. My teeth. ’Specially my teeth.”

Yeah, she’d suspected that much. She hadn’t tried those
butterfly-shaped nipple suckers, but she doubted they could compete with James.

He moved to her other nipple, lapping and suckling and
nibbling until she was panting loudly and her hips were bucking like mad, so
ready to come she could barely stand it. “You want something on these gorgeous
tits beside my mouth, I’m getting you nipple clamps, babe. You’ll wear them
while I fuck you, and then as you come, I’ll remove them. See how you like a
bit of pain with your pleasure. You’ll come so fucking hard you’ll pass out.”

She tensed, her inner walls rippling at the image his words
conjured.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll love that. I’ll soothe your nipples
with my tongue as the blood starts flowing through them,” he said, nuzzling her
breasts. His stubble felt rough on her skin, but oh so good. “All while your
tight pussy is spasming and you’re screaming and coming all over me, my cock
buried balls-deep inside you.”

He was thrusting harder now, working her pussy with ruthless
determination. Her nipples were on fire; her clit too, and her juices were
flooding her folds, shamelessly dripping down her ass while the tingles of an
unstoppable orgasm already gathered at the base of her spine.

“So, how are you liking the dildo so far?” he whispered
against her lips.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. It was too
much—his heavy presence, his wicked words. That vibrating dildo fucking the
hell out of her.

“James…” she said in a sob, her hands fisting the sheets.
“I’m so close, baby. Please.”

“You might be able to fuck yourself with this thing, give
yourself some decent amount of pleasure, but I can guarantee you there is
nothing out there that can fuck you the way I do. Or eat your pussy the way I
do.”

“Oh God. Oh God!” she chanted, her eyes closing, her whole
body tightening.

“Eyes on me, princess. Watch who’s making you come.”

She did, and at that, she came with a shout, unexpected and
sweet and hard.

When she drifted back, he was staring at her, a smug grin on
his sexy-as-hell face. “So, is this thing retiring me?”

As if.

“Get it off me. Now. I want to feel you.” She’d come, true,
but it was her man coaxing it out of her. As multitasking as that dildo was,
she wanted James inside her—his warmth and his strength, not that foreign, cold
machine.

He slid the vibrator out of her, looking very pleased with
himself. God, the sight of him was heart-stopping. His hair mussed from her
hands, his golden stubble glinting in the morning light, all the muscles in his
upper body straining and gleaming. “Whenever you want me, my cock will be hard
for you. If you want to experiment, princess, I’m all in for it, but we do it
together. You want to play with a dildo, I’ll be glad to help, or I’ll just
watch. Or jack off as you do yourself. I’ll take you shopping for more toys,
but you don’t bypass me. Not unless you want me turning you over my knee and
spanking that sweet ass of yours red.” He flipped her on her stomach and raised
her on her knees, positioning himself at her entrance. “Now hold on tight,
baby. It’s going to be rough. I’m fucking dying to have you.”

James rammed into her and pumped hard and long, his strong
hands gripping her hips and pulling her against him every time he plunged, his
cock expertly pressing at all her hot spots until he got her to dissolve again,
and then he let himself go, shooting his cum deep in her body.

When she made it back to earth, she was flat on her stomach,
totally spent, James on top of her.

“Love?” he said into her neck, his breath ragged.

“Yeah?” Her own voice felt hoarse. Too much drinking
yesterday. Too much screaming today.

“The clothes you wore to the bachelorette party? A fantasy
come true. I had to beat down the impulse to bend you over that counter and
fuck your brains out on the spot. Undressing you when we came home and you were
already asleep was pure torture. I wanted you so badly I couldn’t even breathe.
I love you, and I’d do anything for you. That said, there is no fucking way in
hell you’re wearing those clothes outside this house ever again. Not without me
tagging along and shooting every guy that looks in your direction. We clear?”

Her cocky man was so clever, buttering her up by starting
with an “I love you” to finish with a “no fucking way.”

She chuckled softly. “We are so going to start using the
ball gag.”

“This is it, Sis,” Elle said as Tate came out of the fitting
room, and the bridesmaids let out a collective
ohh.

Tate did a three sixty in front of them. “You think so?”

“Abso-frigging-lutely. This is it. You look stunning.”

She didn’t usually agree with Elle on many things, but on
this, she was going to follow her lead. For one, because the dress was
spectacular, the champagne-colored fabric like soft velvet falling richly
around her. It was simple and elegant with a long train and a very low-cut back
just short of decent. And two, because Elle was right, and it made her look
pretty. That somehow it managed to make her boobs look bigger and her ass
smaller was a damn big plus too.

Not to mention this was the tenth gown she’d tried on, and
with each passing one, the knot in the pit of her stomach got tighter and
tighter until she feared it would snap her in two.

“You look smashing,” Holly chimed in, and Sophie and Annie
nodded.

“Unless you’ve changed your mind and want to wear Mom’s
wedding dress,” Elle suggested. “That can be easily arranged.”

Sure, like she could survive such an emotional bomb. No way.

Aside from choosing the cake, picking out the dress, and
little more, Tate was letting her mother and Aunt Maggie take care of all the
wedding arrangements, invitations, caterers, decoration, the whole shebang, and
she was glad because she was already freaked out enough as it was. No need to
go for a full home run.

“Yeah, I figured that much,” Elle said, correctly
interpreting her expression, and pointed at her neck. “Besides, not only is
this dress gorgeous, but it goes perfectly with the family heirloom.”

True, Grandma’s pearls, the ones her mom had worn when she’d
gotten married too, fit flawlessly with the gown, giving the modern dress a
touch of classic elegance. Passing by home this morning to pick up that
necklace had been bad. Ruffling around the family photographs her mom kept in
the same drawer with the jewelry box had been worse.

“Mom may blow a gasket when she sees you in it, though.”

Tate peeked over her shoulder to her open back. “Most probably.”

Dad would too. And Jonah. He’d walk behind her the whole
wedding, covering her back and glowering at everyone. She smiled fondly at the
thought.

It took a couple of seconds, but when reality dawned on her,
pain crackled in her chest. Dad and Jonah weren’t going to be at the wedding,
blowing gaskets or covering her back or standing beside her at the altar. They
were gone, and although they had been gone for almost two years, the tearing in
her soul was as fresh as the first day, especially on occasions like now, when
she’d managed to forget about their deaths.

She took in a steady breath, fighting against the sorrow
threatening to overwhelm her.

This was so hard. Living without them. Being happy without
them.

And being here was so not helping; all dressed up for a
wedding half her family couldn’t attend. Her mom a bunch of states away,
organizing everything from there but coming back just ten days before it. Thank
God Tate had Elle and the girls fussing around her, distracting her, because no
matter how much she tried to deny it, this wedding was killing her. And here
she’d thought she was done grieving. What a joke.

“This color is so beautiful,” she heard Annie say. “In the
moonlight, it’s going to be even better. Whose idea was it to have the ceremony
at night? So romantic.”

“Cinderella here,” Elle answered, gesturing toward Tate.
“She’s been set on a wedding in the moonlight forever. I think she was four
when she took Mom’s pearls and her wedding dress and kidnapped the neighbor
kid, forcing him to walk her down the aisle in the yard at 10:00 p.m.”

Tate chuckled. She had almost forgotten about that.

“I didn’t kidnap him. I sort of bribed him with hot dogs.”

Mom had gotten so mad. Not so much about Tate kidnapping the
groom or taking the dress and pearls, but about stuffing the unsuspecting
kiddo, who came from a very strictly vegetarian family, with a dozen hot dogs.

Her dad had just laughed and gone to put on his “fancy”
clothes. He had a horrible electric-blue suit from the seventies, complete with
a ruffled shirt and a white stripe down the side of the flared pants. He’d
always threatened to wear it for all his children’s weddings, and the three of
them had been absolutely appalled at the prospect. At the age of four, though,
Tate thought that suit was the shit.

Her chest clenched.

Man, she’d give just about anything to have her dad walking
her down the aisle in that butt-ugly suit. Or naked. However he wanted, as long
as he was there.