Page 8 of Ink

Me: Well, I’m alone in his bed.

Mabel: What? Did I miss something?

Me: You missed a lot of somethings. I’ll fill you in later. How was your night?

Mabel: Ugh… terrible. Don’t ever let me go on a blind date ever again. The guy was an accountant and a total snooze fest. We had dinner at four thirty then we walked by the river while he told me about the drama in his office. I could’ve fallen asleep walking.

Mabel and I have been friends for the last two years, and despite the fact that she’s a lot younger than me, we clicked. She came into the hardware store looking for paint samples and she told a cheesy dad joke about a ghost’s favorite paint color, and we’ve been friends ever since.

Turns out, it’s boo-tiful blue. I’m a nerd, so that amused me.

Me: I could have told you that an accountant wouldn’t be enough to keep you entertained. You need some kind of bad boy.

I immediately regret sending the message. I don’t wish a bad boy on anyone.

Mabel: Not a bad boy. I could go for a guy who’s bad… but is a grown ass man.

Me: So, a bad man? LOL. Do you think I should date a bad man? LMAO.

Mabel: I think you need to go find this inked up beast and do dirty things to him. Does he need thanking for anything? You can offer him breakfast or something else… oral.

Me: So now I’m a prostitute? LOL.

Mabel: Yes. Admit your fate and take your lot in life with dignity.

Me: You have no idea how close I am to faking a cramp just so I can see him again.

Mabel: I’ve seen that guy around town. It’s hard to miss him. He’s hot.

I know Mabel doesn’t mean anything by it, but a rumble of jealousy staggers through me. Women notice Ink. All women do. How could they not?

Women love tall men. It’s just a fact. They see this big, tall, inked up guy with wide shoulders and strong biceps and I bet they all cream a little.

This thought sends a shock of fury through me that I can’t explain away, so I blame it on hormones. Clearly, I wouldn’t be this jealous if my body weren’t over-producing wacko drugs for fun. Undoubtedly, I’d be able to control myself and I wouldn’t need to get up from this bed, storm into the living room, and demand to know why he brought me here… all while hoping he says he’s madly in love with me and can’t wait to make me his.

I love dreaming… I guess.

Me: I gotta run. I’ll text you later.

Mabel: Is it weird to ask for pictures?

I don’t answer. I lift the sheet, stand from the bed, and creep through the bedroom door quietly. I’m not sure why I decide on the slow arrival, but as he comes into view, I’m glad to be in stealth mode. I’m halfway down the hall with a view of the couch when I see Ink with his big hand wrapped around his cock. He’s looking at something on his phone. The screen is white and flashing on his face.

I should be repulsed, but instead my clit is throbbing, and my thighs are aching to be spread.

Ink jerks faster. His shoulders are tense, and in the shallow light of the phone, I watch his face contort.

Jealousy settles in again. He’s watching someone else. I’m sure she’s thin with big tits and a round ass. I bet her hair is long and thick, and I imagine her stomach isn’t popping from her waist like mine is.

Regardless of the jealousy raging through me, I’m in desperate need of an orgasm. So, I lean against the back wall to steady myself, and tuck my hand into my panties to circle my clit as I watch him jerk off.

There’s a low groan in his throat.

My clit is soaked. I rub around the nub and grip my nipples in the opposite hand.

Why is this so fucking hot? It’s like I’ve caught him doing something wrong.

I wonder what he’d do if I offered to finish him off. A tiny sigh escapes my lips at the thought.

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