Page 21 of Rascal

War caught his eye, and he nodded. If he waited any longer to do this, his nerves would just grow. Everyone special to him was here, so it was now or never. He’d enlisted his grandkids to help.

He tossed his beer bottle in the recycling and headed toward the stage where the band was. He stepped up there near War, seeing Phoebe and David leading Meg closer to the stage.

“Listen up! Thanks for being here. Rascal has something he wants to share with us,” War said with a smirk.

Rascal took the mic and held his hand out to Meg to join him on stage. Meg blushed as Phoebe and David led her up the stairs. When they got on stage, Phoebe pulled her closer to Rascal.

“Meg, I’d given up dreaming I’d find the woman to spend the rest of my life with until, on a warm summer day, you walked into my life. I will be forever grateful to my bonus daughters for inviting you to speak. You know I love you, but today, I want to ask you to be my ride or die for as long as we have. Will you wear my property cut and marry me?”

He waited, watching the emotions flit across her face: joy, excitement, and love. She stepped closer to him.

“Rascal, since I blurted out my troubles to a handsome man I couldn’t stop looking at, you’ve shown me a man I want for the rest of my life. I will wear your cut with pride and will be your ride or die until our days together are over. I will marry you and love you because what are the odds you could find another woman named Meg to match your tattoo?”

Rascal chuckled as he handed the mic to War and accepted the cut from him. Rascal guided the cut on her shoulders, slid the ring on her finger, then bent her over his arm to kiss the daylights out of his woman. He knew however long they had together would be filled with laughter and love. He was grateful for her ass of a president for firing her.

He pulled his lips away to the yells and catcalls of his family. “Now, you’re stuck with me,” he whispered in her ear.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Chapter Thirteen

Meg held still as Rascal was finishing her tattoo. She’d been surprised that it hurt but that the longer he worked on her, the more she got used to it. Today was her second session for him to add the color, too. She’d chosen her back shoulder for the tattoo so it would show when she had a tank top on. He paused and then wiped the design.

“It’s all done. You want to see before I put the wrap on it?”

“No, I’ll look at it after you put the wrap on it.”

She didn’t want to delay what happened after Rascal finished. When he’d tattooed her with the outline, he’d done it after hours. When he’d finished, she’d dropped to her knees and proceeded to give him a blow job.

After he’d come, he’d divested her of her clothes and laid her back on the tattoo chair, holding her legs wide. He’d licked and sucked and fingered her until she’d screamed his name. She’d told him how much she loved tattoos and wondered how he could top their experience when he did the color.

He’d been teasing her all day about how this time would be better. A hand brushing her thigh or a tweak to her nipple had her hungry for whatever he had planned.

He wrapped it and then took his gloves off, cleaning his area quickly. She turned on the tattoo chair to see what he had planned. Since he was tattooing on her shoulder, her top half was nude. She had shorts and cute panties on because she’d realized her man loved pretty underwear. Well, he loved seeing her in them and then taking them off her. She loved them because she felt sexy when she wore them. Seeing Rascal’s eyes blaze had her shopping for more of them just to see the way he reacted.

He turned to her, pulling her tight until her breasts were smashed into his chest. He popped the button on her shorts, sliding them down her legs with her panties. He had his jeans and a T-shirt on. He led her to the long couch in the office. He laid down on it, then motioned her over.

“It’s time you let me devour your pussy.”

She stared at him. She wasn’t sure what he was saying. He’d licked and sucked her pussy almost every time they made love.

“Get up here, Meg.”

Rascal’s deep voice sent a shiver through her. “Up where?”

He motioned to his face. “Crawl up here and sit on my face.”

She shook her head. “What if I smother you?”

He chuckled. “You won’t smother me. I thought you said you’d do whatever I wanted after the tattoo. This is my fantasy. You’re going to crawl up here and sit on my face. After I make you come, I’m going to bend you over my desk and have you.”

Her nipples beaded at the thought of Rascal having her over his desk. She wasn’t confident about sitting on his face, but she really wanted to have him take her on his desk.

She walked over and slid her knee down by his shoulder between him and the couch back. Rascal’s hands grasped her thighs and moved her up above him.

He laughed again. “Meg, babe, I’m going to need a heat pad on my neck if I have to strain to try to reach you. I promise you won’t smother me.”

He pulled her down until she could feel his beard against her thighs and his warm breath against her core. His tongue lashed against her as he dove in, and then his fingers were inside her, rubbing against that spot that had her clenching.

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