Inked (4 page)

But clearly that arousal had pissed him off, because
his whole attitude had turned slightly frosty, and he had refused to look at
her. Well, this should be an interesting few hours.

****

Cadeon sat at his worktable and forced himself to
focus on the sketch before him. It was near impossible with the hard-on he was
sporting, and the fact he wanted Stella so fucking bad that his blood was
pumping hard and fast through his veins. She was just a few feet from him, and
only separated by a thin wall. He could even smell her still, and that fresh,
flowery aroma seemed to surround him. As he closed his eyes, the scent of
lavender filled his head, making him feel dizzy and intoxicated, and he found
himself gripping onto the edge of the table with enough force his knuckles
cracked.

When she had lifted her shirt to show him where she
wanted her ink, all he had seen was lush curves and smooth, creamy skin. It had
only taken that strip of flesh that she revealed for his cock to spring to
action and all intelligence to leave him. But he had snapped out of that when
he realized she was looking at his dick, and could clearly see the bastard
pressing against his jeans. Was he embarrassed that she had seen how hard she
made him? No. What did make him feel like an idiot was how he had reacted after
the fact. He had taken the coward’s way out and had gotten the fuck out of her
presence. Yeah, he did need to sketch out her tattoo, but that hadn’t been the
only reason he had gotten the fuck away from her. And now here he was sitting
alone in the backroom with his dick digging into his zipper. All he could focus
on was clearing the drafting table, throwing Stella on top of it, and filling
her up with his dick until she screamed out for more.

He leaned back and stared at the design in front of
him. He had been back here for the last ten minutes, and although he could have
just had her back here with him so she wasn’t alone, he needed to be by himself
and get his shit together. Cadeon took several deep breaths and told himself
over and over again that she wasn’t for him. Age wasn’t the issue even though
he was nearly two decades older than she was. But age was just a number, and at
forty Cadeon knew what he wanted in life, and what he wanted was a twenty-three
year old woman that was totally off limits to him. Her family connections meant
that he needed to back the fuck off, for his health, and because it was all
about respecting the MC.

Once he was finished with the sketch he took it back
into the waiting room. He stopped when he saw her sitting with a magazine in
her lap. He could tell she was uncomfortable by her posture and the way she
kept shifting in her seat, but damn did she look gorgeous. “You okay?”

She looked up, and her cheeks turned a light shade
of pink. “I’m okay.” She shrugged. “Okay, I’m pretty nervous.”
Her chest rose and fell pretty harshly, cementing that she was
scared.
Before he could respond, maybe try to ease her a little bit, she
started speaking again.
“You able to draw it out?”
She
stood and set the magazine on the couch beside her.

He nodded and moved closer to her. After handing her
the sketch he stared at her face as she looked over it.

“Wow, this is really good. You did a great job.” She
looked up at him and smiled, and all that nervousness that he knew was a
mixture from the awkward encounter they shared ten minutes ago and of getting
her first tattoo, faded. “It looks exactly like what I envisioned, but yours is
so much more detailed.”

“I’ll add shading and the watercolor effect that you
wanted once I start working on you. That is just a rough sketch of what will be
the final product.”

“Well, for a rough sketch it is incredible. I can’t
wait to see the final product.”

He took the paper back when she handed it to him,
and gestured for her to go ahead of him. “Go ahead and hop up on the table and lie
on your side. It’ll be more comfortable for you, and I’ll be able to get all
three areas without having to move you much.”

She turned and grabbed her purse and walked ahead of
him, and dammit if he couldn’t stop himself from checking out her ass. Even
though she wore jeans the big mounds called to him, and despite the fact he had
gotten his cock under control and it was now only semi-hard, the fucker sprang
forth like a damn jet taking off. Fuck, this was going to be a long session if
he couldn’t keep his body in check.

Clearing his throat, Cadeon turned to the side,
closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply.
Get
your shit together, man.
“I’ll add the stencil to your side and let you
take a look to make sure the size and placement are good.”

She nodded.

Once he had the design on her, and she liked where
it was located, he gestured for her to go to the table and lie down. He had to
stop as he watched her climb up on it.
 
Well, Christ
. Her jeans tightened around
her ass when she adjusted herself so she was on her side with her back toward him.
Stella was a curvy woman in all the right places. The dip of her waist as it
curved down and then up to her ass had him nearly groaning out loud. Cadeon
swore he could feel his pulse at the tip of his dick. With his mouth dry, his
throat tight, and his arousal pounding fast and fierce inside of him, he had to
force himself to get his head in the game and his eyes off the luscious fucking
bottom right in front of his face.

“So, will this hurt a lot since it is on my side?”
She looked over her shoulder and lifted her shirt up to expose the area she
wanted marked. “Or is that a stupid question since it’ll probably hurt no
matter where it is located. Her voice was soft, but the slight tremor in it
told him that her nerves had risen again.

“It’s different for everyone, but of course it’ll
hurt to a point. It is a needle going into your skin, Stella.” When he said her
name his heart stalled in his chest. This certainly wasn’t the first time he
had spoken her name, but for some reason, and with the funky-ass atmosphere
that had suddenly surrounded them, saying her name seemed almost intimate. “It
might hurt unbearably for someone else, but for you not so much.” He focused on
gathering his equipment and setting it beside her.

“This will be a few hours?”

“No more than two, but we can stop anytime and give
you a break.”

“Okay,” she said.

Once Cadeon had everything set up he took the edge
of her shirt and pushed it up a couple more inches. “I’m going to tuck this under
so no ink gets on the material.” He looked over at her and saw that she watched
him.

She nodded again and then licked her lips.

Damn
.
Why was it so hard for him to get control of himself? He’d never had an issue
with keeping his arousal and need under control, but then again he had never
been in a situation like this with her.
 
They
were alone, she was showing a good amount of skin—enough for him to keep this
damn hard-on—and truth be told he hadn’t wanted a woman like this … ever. He
tucked her shirt under so that all of her torso was pretty much on display.
“Just relax.” He waited until she was rested completely on the table, and then
put some gloves on and went about cleaning off the area where her tattoo would
go. Yeah, this was going to be one long ass session, because the scent of her
filled his
nose,
and his dick refused to calm the fuck
down. But Cadeon focused on the task at hand.

For the next hour and a half he worked on her
tattoo. He stopped a few times, gave her a moment to catch her breath, but she
always told him to continue. He knew it hurt her like a bitch, could tell by
the way she clenched her hands and squeezed her eyes shut, but she stuck it out
and told him to go on. When he had the last part of shading done he cleaned off
her skin and set his stuff down. “You’re good to go.” He helped her up and off
the table, and led her over to the full length mirror. “What do you think?” She
didn’t say anything for at least a minute, and Cadeon worried she was upset by
it because of her silence.

 
She covered
her mouth with both of her hands, tears welling in her eyes, and she turned and
looked at her back. “It’s perfect,” she said after she dropped her hands. And
then she faced him.

“I’m glad you’re happy.” He smiled and grabbed the
non-stick dressing, then moved back over to her. He gently applied it, covering
the tattoo and smoothing the tape along her back and belly to keep it in place.
When he straightened and looked into her face, it was to see her staring at him
and wearing this strange expression. But before he could ask her again if she
was okay she took a step toward him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

With her body so close to his and her head on his
chest, Cadeon couldn’t do anything but stand there and let her touch him. She
was so close to him, and her scent enveloped every part of him. His cock was
still hard, and Cadeon knew that if she didn’t back up he was going to take
matters into his own hands, and that would fuck up a lot of shit.

“Thank you so much. It is exactly what I wanted.” She
pulled back, and when she tilted her head and looked up at him while still
holding onto him, Cadeon snapped. That control he had kept so close to him left
instantly.

He reached out and tangled his hands in her hair,
tilted her head to the side, and claimed her mouth with his. A startled gasp
left her, but he couldn’t pull away, even though he should. And then she
surprised the fuck out of him by wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing
fully against him. Cadeon felt her breasts mold to his chest, and his cock
throbbed even harder. He smoothed his tongue along hers, slid it over her
bottom lip and then her top, and pushed it back inside the warm depths of her
mouth. She tasted sweet and
minty,
and he grew
addicted to her.

Both of them breathed heavily, and he tightened his
fingers into her scalp, and devoured her even further. He couldn’t help
himself, couldn’t stop this animal that had seemed to burst free from him as soon
as she touched him. But Stella was the one to back off, and instead of moving
away like he thought she would do she curled her fingers into the front of his
shirt and rose on her toes to press her mouth to his.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that,”
she said against his mouth. Her warm breath teased his lips. “I have wanted you
for the last three years, but never thought this moment would ever happen.”

He placed his hands on her shoulders and closed his
eyes, breathing out roughly. “This shouldn’t be happening, Stella.” But instead
of pushing her away like he should have, he curled his fingers into her
shoulders and pulled her closer. Her softness against his hardness had the male
part of him roaring out in pleasure. Opening his eyes and holding her gaze with
his own, he tried to tell himself that this was wrong on every level. But how
could something so wrong feel so incredibly right? He had wanted her from the
moment he saw her, and for three years had done good at keeping away and staying
strong when it concerned her. Cadeon had even done a fine ass job at not
showing that he wanted her. Now, though, he didn’t have any strength left, and
couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head and taking her mouth once more,
and in a more brutal manner. He was mindful of her brand new tattoo, but she
seemed almost frantic in her actions as she kissed him back, and that had
adrenaline pumping through his veins so powerfully he felt like some kind of
beast despoiling the virgin.

She moved her tongue in and out of his mouth, and
twirled it around his. The act had dirty fucking images slamming into his mind,
ones that showed him watching between their bodies as he plowed his cock in and
out of her tight, hot little body.

“You taste so fucking good.” Cadeon turned around
and used his body to press her backward. The table stopped him from moving them
any further. Sliding his hands up her neck, he felt her pulse beat rapidly
right below her ears. He continued moving his hands up until he took the long,
thick blonde strands in his hands and could wrap his fingers around the locks.
He used his hold on her to tilt her head back, and broke the kiss to trail his
mouth down her jaw, over her neck, and finally stopped at her collarbones so he
could suck at the raised area. The delicate bones were a fucking turn on to him,
always had been, and Stella had the most delectable ones he had ever seen. “If
you don’t tell me to stop right now, baby…” He continued to run his tongue over
her flesh, loved that tiny goose bumps popped out along her arms, and couldn’t
stop the groan that left him. If she didn’t stop this now, he was going to take
her so hard and thoroughly that there was no going back.

Chapter Four

A moan left Stella, and she let her head fall back
and closed her eyes. Cadeon was licking and sucking at her
skin,
and occasionally dragged his teeth along the sensitive raised lines of her
collarbones. Never had she had a guy pay attention to that particular area on
her body, and she certainly hadn’t thought it would be an erogenous zone. It
was though, and Cadeon was paying so much attention to it, that she felt a
continuous flow of moisture leaving her.

He had said she needed to tell him to stop if she
didn’t want this going further, but even if Stella had wanted to, or felt any
kind of reservations because of it, she couldn’t have formed any kind of
coherent words. But she didn’t want any of this to stop, and for the last three
years had pictured this exact encounter in her mind. He cupped both of her
breasts, kneaded the flesh in his huge hands, and then swept his thumbs across
her hard nipples. She knew those tips were rock-hard, and she knew that if he
broke away from her and looked at her chest he’s be able to see her nipples
stabbing through the material of her shirt. There was the light throb of
discomfort and a burning sensation from her new tattoo, but honestly she had so
much endorphins, adrenaline, and desire rushing through every part of her that
all she could think about was having Cadeon.