Page 26 of Ink

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, I still didn’t invite that twat Lucy no matter how bad her previous home life was.”

I choke a laugh, causing cream soda to come out of my nose and I continue to laugh while I choke, my eyes and nose burning. Some things will never change and I hope it is Ray’s sense of humor and the crazy shit we say to each other that never does.

Three hours later, one seating chart, and about a hundred and fifty wedding favors assembled later I am hugging Rayleighn goodnight. “Are you sure it’s okay she stays? I don’t mind waking her up and carrying her out to the truck.”

“Don’t be silly! She and Colton had so much fun playing and the fact that she somehow squeezed into his pajamas that are a whole size smaller than her, clearly tells me they plotted out some kind of sleepover or pajama party.”

It’s true, Lucia had willed herself into a pair of fire truck pajamas. When we finished up for the night, we realized the kids had become suspiciously quiet. When we went to check on them they were both huddled together in Colton’s bed fast asleep, surrounded by toys and she was wearing one of his pajama shirts and pants. The pants were halfway up her shin but it was the cutest sight. I hated to wake her. So when Ray offered to let her stay and call me in the morning I reluctantly said okay. “Call me if she gives you any problems or wants to come home. I don’t care what time it is, I’ll come over and get her. Then in the morning when she gets up just call or text and I’ll be here within ten minutes.”

“Deep breath mama bear. She’ll be fine.”

Ok. Fine. I’m overreacting but I’m a planner and we’ve had so much change recently; I’m holding on to all the control I can. I’m sure Ink will be thrilled to have the house to ourselves tonight so I nod in agreement. “Okay. You’re right.” I reach out and give her a final hug. “Call me in the morning and I’ll be over.”

“You said that already.”

At the door, I look over her shoulder as if I could see Lucia. “I’m serious Ray. If she needs me just call.”

“Sweetie, I swear. I’ve got this. Go and enjoy the freedom of tonight and it just being you and Ink together. And don’t think I’m not going to have you watching Colton one night so I can get the same with Rider soon before baby number two comes along.”

I wave goodbye and get myself up into the truck. I consider texting Ink but he is probably out at the clubhouse with Rider or hanging out with the guys. I don’t want to interrupt him and the thought of surprising him is too tempting. I am so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even realize how close I am to Ink’s house until I’m pulling down his street. I can see the house up the block and his motorcycle isn’t in the driveway. I still have time to pull off my plan.

I pull the truck into the driveway, being careful to leave enough room for Ink to get his motorcycle past it if he decides to pull it into the garage for the night. I grab my purse, throw my phone in it and get the keys out. The alarm system on the house always gives me anxiety. Ink has the longest code known to man with ten digits and I had to repeat it for two days straight to remember it correctly. I start reciting it to myself up the steps. Once I get inside, I make sure to lock the door behind me but I leave the alarm off for when Ink got here.

Quickly taking my coat and shoes off, I go about putting my plan into action. Ink isn’t going to know what hit him when he walks through the door tonight. I run up the stairs to our bedroom and open the drawer of the dresser I had taken over. I grab the nicest, black lace bra and panty set I have from the drawer and lay them on the bed.

I take the fastest shower known to man, removing every inch of hair from my body. I pull on the lingerie set and find the only pair of black heels that I packed and pull them on. Carefully, I go down the steps, grab a kitchen chair, and pull it to the hardwood floor toward the living room in the line of sight to the front door. I’m not sure how much longer Ink will be out for the night but I suspect he’ll be home soon. Reaching over, I grab my phone from the table and send him a text message.

It only takes a minute for him to reply.

With ten minutes to kill, I go into the bathroom to check my make-up. I have been wearing it all day and while I was mindful not to let the water splash onto my hair and face in the shower, I hadn’t checked my makeup when I was drying off and getting into my sexy lingerie. I flip on the light and am pleasantly surprised to see that my face still looks good. I finger comb my slightly frizzy hair and clean up a little smudging of my eyeliner.

When I hear the knock at the door, I know it has to be Ink. He must really miss me to get home so fast. He had to have hauled ass. It’s only been about five minutes since his message. I hadn’t told him that I turned the alarm off so I’m not surprised that he knocked. God, I am so ready to see him and the look on his face when he sees me. I saunter over to the door, put on my sexiest smile, and throw the door wide open.

His face is going to be priceless.

Ink

I race through the streets. It’s late and relatively quiet. I can’t wait to get home to my woman. We’ve spent so much time together over the last few weeks that it felt wrong to be apart. I turn the corner and see my truck parked in the driveway. I get my motorcycle parked beside the truck, throw my leg over and get up the steps. Normally, I’d park my motorcycle in the garage but I don’t want to waste another second not getting to see her.

Not knowing if the alarm is on, I knock on the door not wanting it to go off and wake Lucia. One knock and Carmen throws the door open wide and my mouth instantly drops open. Fuck me. I take her in from head to toe. She’s wearing black heels, the tiniest pair of black lace panties I’ve ever seen, and a black lace bra that I can see her dark nipples through. Her long hair is down and flowing over her bare shoulders and fuck me if she isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I take a look over my shoulder and look down my block making sure no one else has seen her like this. I walk a few steps into the house and shut the door behind me, locking it. I turn around and Carmen has moved into the living room. She’s standing in front of one of the dining room chairs. She’s got one of her heeled feet resting on the seat of the chair and she’s giving me this come hither look and has my dick getting harder than a steel pipe. This is what has been missing since her assault, the spark that makes her Carmen.

It's sexy as all get out. She’s already got a killer body but that confidence of hers ramps it up another notch and sets her apart from the rest of the women I’ve encountered. She knows exactly who she is and what she wants and the fact that she told me she loves me means everything to me.

She raises her hand and curls her finger, beckoning me closer. I move towards her siren’s call and when I get close to the chair she pushes my shoulders down and I willingly sit down. She pushes my cut off and throws it onto the back of the couch. Her knees push my legs open wider and when I think she’s going to stand between them she sinks down to her knees.

My dick is pushing painfully up against the zipper of my jeans. My eyes instinctively go to her tits and I look at the dark nipples through the lace. I reach out and graze one with the back of my fingertip. It pebbles under my touch. Before I can reach out and get another touch she leans back.

“Ah, ah, ah. Tonight, you are at my mercy Ink. I’m the one in control.”

“You always have been baby but feel free to do with me as you please.”

If I thought Carmen was perfect before, she’s exceeding all expectations. She rubs her palm along my crotch and my dick twitches. She raises an eyebrow and pretends to be coy. “Something got you excited tonight, Jeremiah?”

Oh, I love it when she calls me by my name. It does something to me. I’m sure she can feel exactly how hard she’s making me. I haven’t had a woman use my real name in years and hearing it come from her makes me even harder for her. She doesn’t say anything else but she keeps one eyebrow raised as her nimble fingers slowly undo my belt, working it open and pulling it out of the loops.

When she’s finished with my belt she begins to undo the button and my zipper. The only noises in the room coming from the teeth of the zipper being lowered and my labored breathing anticipating what’s next. My pants open and my dick springs out only confined by my black boxer briefs. Her hot little hand dips into the waste band and she wraps her fingers around me.

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