Page 13 of Ink

She doesn’t react at first, just looks at me for a long moment, and just when I think she’s going to pull away, she slowly starts to nod. I expel a breath and tug on her hands, pulling her closer. I drop her hands and weave my fingers through her hair, intent on never letting go. I pull her mouth to mine and devour her lips. I make love to her mouth with my tongue and it's deep and sensual and the little moan that she lets out has me leaking precum into my boxer briefs.

I haven’t touched another woman since I met Carmen five months ago. Apart from the heavy making out and petting that we did back in December, I haven’t been with a woman. My dick is growing painfully hard in my pants simply from having her in my arms, kissing, our bodies fused together. She’s here. She stayed. She must feel the same way I do—she’s in my room. We’re in my room, we’re in my room, we’re in my room—it’s a mantra I can’t get out of my head, a staccato keeping with the beating of my heart.

I pry my lips away from hers and begin to suck the soft skin below her ear and along her jaw. My hands have now left her hair and they're rubbing along her back and sides. I’ve snaked one hand to the thin strip of skin that was showing between her pants and her sweatshirt when her arms were wrapped around me. Her brown skin feels like silk under my calloused hands. I gently bite down on her earlobe and the deep moan that comes out of her has me saying fuck it and going for it.

I move my hand higher under her shirt and palm one of her breasts. I can feel the lace separating her breast from my hand and I want nothing more than to yank her shirt up over her head but I won’t. I heard her earlier and she felt uncomfortable in this room with the years past. If she wants to go any further tonight, she’s going to have to be the one to let me know it’s okay. I stand there kissing all of the skin that’s exposed to me around her neck while I knead one of her tits in my hand. When I tease her nipple her mouth latches back onto mine.

I walk her backward toward the door until her back touches it. Without a word she wraps her legs around my torso and begins grinding against my body—seeking friction and some kind of release. “What do you need baby? Tell me and it’s yours.” My voice sounds low and husky and I know she can tell just how much I really want her. When she doesn’t say anything I adjust her position and then trust my hips against her.

“Oh fuck…Ink.” She grinds harder against me.

I’ve got her pushed up against the door, her legs are wrapped around me and my hands are now under her sweatshirt palming both of her tits. I’ve got the sweatshirt pushed up to her neck as I push her bra down underneath her tits and suck one into my mouth, palming the other. Her moans become deeper and her thrusting against me gets more erratic. I can feel her wet heat between us and if the thrusting wasn’t enough to get me to shoot my load, the heat from her pussy will do it.

I ask her again. “Baby, tell me what you need.” This time she doesn’t waste a second between moans to simply tell me: “More.”

I put my hands under her to raise her up and away from my body. She lets out a whimper and I smirk up at her as I drop to my knees and fast as lightning pull her underwear and pants down her legs. She steps out of them and once they’re off, I take sight of her bare pussy lips glistening from how wet she is. “Oh baby, I’m going to take care of you. Hold on.”

My mouth latches onto her sweet pussy and the flavors of her juices are like sucking on my favorite fruit. I lap at her folds and tongue her. Her hands fly to my hair and she tugs on the strands. Feeling her nails on my scalp and her fingers in my hair spurs me. I hold her ass in one hand and work one of my fingers into her. My tongue and my finger work in tandem and I can feel her legs begin to shake. She’s going to come and I want it so bad. I have never wanted anything more than this moment right now. I want to be the one to make her come. I want to own every one of her orgasms.

She begins chanting Jerimiah over and over. My name on her lips makes me have to squeeze my dick through my jeans to keep it from popping the zipper. A second later she explodes on my tongue. She tastes so tangy and sweet that she instantly becomes my newest favorite flavor. I want more and more. I lap at her slowly to help her ride through the release. As she comes down, her breathing evens out and she begins to sag against the wall. I hold her against me and walk her over to the bed.

She doesn’t seem to care too much about being on the bed now. I lay her down and then lay on my side-staring at her. She looks relaxed and sated. We lay there for I don’t know how long in companionable silence. It doesn’t feel awkward or forced. It just feels natural. I’m so comfortable with her beside me that I blurt it out without even giving it a second thought. “Would you like to spend the night here with me?”

She opens her eyes and looks at me. She smiles at me but it doesn’t meet her eyes. I already expect to know what she’s going to say next. “I would love nothing more than to lay here with you but I’ve got to get home to Lucia. My parents are expecting me and at some point in the night Luce will wake up and look for me.”

I don’t have any children but I understand commitments. “Ok. Let’s plan something for this weekend. I’m getting my front door repaired tomorrow. I should probably stay at my house tonight anyways so no riff-raff gets in.”

She lets out a full, throaty laugh and it makes me smile in return. “What’s so funny?”

She sits up on the bed and turns to look at me. “Riff raff? Please. You guys are the town's riff-raff.”

“Ha! That’s not true. Ok fine, maybe some of us used to be but for the most part, we aren’t now. I haven’t been to county in the last five years, baby. This is just a club squabble and it’ll pass.” The moment those last words are out of my mouth, I instantly regret them, wishing I hadn’t brought them up.

“When breaking into houses is considered just a squabble, I don’t want to know what you consider is something worse.”

“I’ll show you worse.” I reach over and tickle her ribs mercilessly. Trying to ease the tension of mentioning the club’s business. She laughs and laughs and I commit all of her sweet sounds to memory. A few minutes later, I sit up on the bed beside her and I know our time here is coming to an end. She’s got to get home.

“Come on, I’ll follow you out and then ride behind you to make sure you make it home safely.”

“Ink. I’m literally driving around a giant tank of a truck. I think I’ll make it home without any issues.”

I shake my head, not even letting her finish. “Nu-uh. Not on my watch tonight or any other night for that matter. I’ll follow you.” I reached over and held both of her hands in mine trying to convey the seriousness of my words. “Baby, you’re special to me, and if I could already have you and your baby girl at my house full-time, I’d like that a whole lot more.”

She turns her head, but not before I can see the shocked expression on her face, her intake of breath. I had no intention of laying all of my cards out on the table tonight, but I know what I want. I want her. I want everything that comes with her. Her crazy schedule, her shitty car, her dad who wants to shoot me, and being a father figure to her little girl. I want it all. I needed her to know that so she can come to terms with it. The room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. That’s when I whisper out. “Carmen, I want it all with you.”

Carmen

I can see Ink’s headlight in the rearview mirror. I don’t think it’s warranted that he follows me all the way home but at his insistence, he is trailing behind me at a safe distance. I can’t help but be distracted by what we had done at the clubhouse. He was rough but gentle, he knew all the right things to say to me to get me to melt into his hands. I felt relaxed and happy to be with him. However, the closer we got to my house, the more nervous I became.

Over the course of the last few days, my entire immediate family had taken turns asking me what was going on with the truck that I was driving. My mama had asked me no less than four times what I was having to pay for the use of the truck. When I explained to her that it was on loan from a friend, she insinuated in the only way she knew how, without completely calling me a whore, what was I having to give up in return that wasn’t money. After that, I didn’t speak to her for the rest of the day. In fact, now that I thought about it, I’d only spoken to her about Luce since.

My papa, he took a different approach. He retold me the story of how he and mama met in Campeche, Mexico over thirty years ago. It was love at first sight and they had never been apart. Working for years together and how they labored for years to come to America. He went into how they’d given up so much for my brother and me. He ended it on a high note by saying he’d hate to have to see Lucia grow up not knowing right from wrong. Clearly, he and my mother would never approve of Ink and his affiliation with the club.

I felt like if they’d only get to know him, they might understand him better and see that he isn’t like all these characters they’d see on television that were in motorcycle clubs. I blame television. Last but not least was my brother. We were several years apart in age and over the last few years, I considered him the biggest snitch bitch. I had stopped sharing anything important with him a long time ago, but my parents—especially mama, loved to talk on the phone and tell him all about my life. One of the many reasons why I need out of my parents’ house. It just isn’t feasible right now.

So when Antonio called me when I was in between hair appointments, I knew nothing good was going to come from it. I could count on one hand how many times he had called me in the last two months. If it wasn’t dinner at my parent’s house then we rarely spoke unless it was about him seeing Lucia. The times he would directly call my phone, it was usually to ask for a loan (which he had no intention of ever paying back), or to vent about his job then abruptly hang up. Our conversation in a nutshell was to ditch the guy my parents had labeled as bad news so he didn’t have to keep hearing our mother recite prayers into the phone. That call ended quicker than most.

Now, only a few blocks from my parent’s house, I can’t help but feel a little apprehensive that Ink is behind me. I am in no way, shape or form ashamed of him, but I do feel the pressure from my family, their disapproval and the disappointment that they expressed any chance they got. I can only imagine their response if they saw him following me home tonight. If it was anything else, I wouldn’t let them get under my skin. I’m a grown adult. I have a child, yet here they were treating me like one.

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