Page 98 of Love Finds Home

It’s many hours later when our friends and family have all departed, and Elle is with me in the shop, helping me clean my station. A few of the brothers wanted some ink while they were here, so I lined them all up and we knocked them out with Barbie’s help. Daniel also showed up with a new tattoo idea that we scheduled for a few weeks out. The reunion wasn’t some love fest. We’re military men, after all—that shit happens when there aren’t people standing around watching. We hugged, he said he was glad I pulled my head out of my ass, and he introduced me to his son, Wyatt. And that was that. Brothers once more.

“I still don’t know how you all did everything without me knowing. It’s the same building!” Elle exclaims, leaning against the wall and watching me.

“Early mornings, Tink.” I grin at her. She hates mornings. “They worked through the earliest of hours when you weren’t here and cleared out for the day before we arrived.”

“It’s amazing. Thank you.”

The storefront next to me was formerly a small clothing boutique, but the owner, Mrs. Raffa, came to me a while back asking if I knew any buyers. She wanted to retire and move closer to her kids, but didn’t want to close up and leave if it meant the space would be empty. I had already approached her before all the shit went down and a preliminary deal had already been agreed to. We just moved up the timeline with Elle’s brothers coming in to help. Mrs. Raffa is taken care of for life now and her moving expenses—and an all-inclusive vacation for her entire family—has been paid for by the Workman Corporation and she’s a happy lady these days. She didn’t announce she was closing, just flipped the sign on Saturdaynight and didn’t unlock the doors the next morning. The work crews were in there within the day.

There is a small gallery area up front with art for sale by Elle and a few other local artists she’s connected with over the months. Behind that are two rooms, the pottery room and the painting room, for monthly group things. I’m told there’s usually wine involved and women come and paint random things. Kids love the pottery stuff, so she already has a waiting list on the first class. There are a few small studios in the back of the building, but it’s the upstairs that I’m most proud of. The walls between the unit and the shops have been removed, and it’s one big open apartment/studio now. There’s an actual bedroom and full kitchen, and the bathroom has been upgraded. There’s also a replica of Tiny’s couch in the sitting area. We like the couch. Her new studio supplies are set up in front of the new bench window, just how she likes.

I was afraid she wouldn’t go up there, but she proved me wrong. She charged up the stairs and cried in my arms when she saw it. Then she ran down, grabbed Ginny’s hand and drug her up there where they cried together and then walked every inch of the place, oohing and aahing over everything. It was good to see them moving forward. It makes me happy that Elle had Ginny and the other girls who eventually joined and the tears began again.

“Okay, but when did they put the inside door up that connects us?” she randomly asks.

“Last night. After we left.”

She walks up to me and pushes me down on my chair, crawling over my lap and kissing me.

“Thank you.”

“You already said that,” I point out.

“Don’t be an asshole.” She grins at me. “And take your shirt off.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I drawl as I reach behind my head and yank my t-shirt over it. “You have any special plans? Or just want to see me naked?”

“Yes.” She smirks. “And, yes.”

She pulls out a pen, one that we use to stencil on skin, and grins at me. “Trust me?”

“Of course.” I return her grin, grasping her hips. “Are you aware that you have a skirt on today?”

“I am aware of that.” She licks her lips, looking at my chest. “And it will work to my advantage—after I do something first.”

“What do you have planned?”

“You’ll see.” She raises her brows at me and bites her lip as she goes to work, drawing on my chest above my heart.

I learned quickly not to question Elle when she has her mind set. Let her do what she’s going to do and you realize you won’t regret much. But that doesn’t mean I have to make it easy on her.

I raise the ends of her long skirt until I can get my fingers on the skin of her legs. I make small circles with my thumb, slowly sliding my hands higher up her thighs, which are already placed perfectly over my now rock hard cock.

“Careful,” she admonishes, “wouldn’t want me to mess this up.”

“Don’t care. Whatever it is, Barbie’s making it permanent in the morning.”

She grinds down, the warmth of her pussy heating my own body up. I groan as she sits up and undoes my jeans, pulling my fly open and putting her hand under the band of my boxers. She grips my cock and lines it up my body just how she wants it before pulling her hand out.

I start to protest when she lines her pussy up perfectly over the ridge and sways her hips back and forth.

Groaning, I grip her hips. “Tink.”

“Almost finished,” she promises, still drawing on my chest and grinding on my dick.

“You’re being bad.”

“But you like it.”

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