Page 68 of Spite Crush

“You’ll never get rid of me now.”

“That had better be a fucking promise,” I growled, pulling him hardagainst my chest. “I mean it, Kellen. I’m all in here, and if you have any doubts, you need to tell me right now.”

He pushed away from me and reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head then tossing it to the floor at my feet.

“Where are you doing?” I asked him, before noticing a large black bandage taped under his left pec.

Kellen pulled at the corner of the bandage, his gaze locked on me as he removed it completely.

“What the fuck is that?” I whispered, stepping closer to inspect his new tattoo.

“That’s the appointment I couldn’t miss,” he explained. “It has to stay completely clean for a couple months, by the way.”

The large, block number thirteen inked over his ribs looked red and raw around the edge, but I still ached to touch it.

“How could you even think that I wasn’t all in?” he asked softly.

“I can’t believe you did this,” I whispered.

“I made the appointment a week ago,” he admitted. “Today was the first opening my guy had.” He ran his hands up my chest as he held my gaze. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” I told him.

“Well, judging from your lack of meaningful tattoos, I’m calling bullshit on that,” he argued.

“My number is inked next to a raccoon in a top hat,” I reminded him. “So maybe watch your tone with me.”

The truth was though, that I fucking loved it. He’d permanently etched my number on his body. Iwasn’t sure there was a more romantic way to show how important he felt I was to him. Even if I had to wait months before I could see it covered in my release.

He reapplied the bandage over the new ink, then reached for his shirt, but I grabbed his hand, using my leg to sweep his out from under him and lower him to the floor.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked as I climbed over him, careful to keep my weight off of his chest.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Why? What did you want to do?”

“I want to ride your cock.”

“That’s going to be difficult with our jeans on.”

“Is everything a fucking joke with you?” I asked, rolling my eyes as I climbed off of him.

“Not everything,” he assured me, as he stood up as well. He walked over to his bag and rummaged inside for a minute, then tossed me a bottle of lube. “Do you want to go upstairs?”

“No.” I dropped the bottle to the floor then reached out and snagged the waistband of his jeans, tugging him into my chest and kissing him firmly. “I want you right here.”

I popped his button and lowered his zipper, reaching my hand inside his boxers and gripping his erection firmly.

Kellen moaned, his head falling back as his fingers dug into my shoulders and his hips jerked into my hand.

When I released him he let out a soft whine of complaint, but I meantwhat I’d said. I wanted him and I wasn’t about to let him come in my hand instead.

We stripped quickly, tossing our clothes all over the foyer before crashing back together, naked and hard, our hands and mouths desperately seeking each other’s skin.

I knocked him to the floor again, following him down as I kissed him, our tongues sliding against one another as I blindly reached for the lube I’d dropped.

When I found it, I moved down to sit on his thighs as I opened the bottle and poured a generous amount over my fingers. Then I lifted to hover over him, my hand shaking as I roughly prepared myself, my gaze locked on his eyes as he watched my hand move between our bodies.

“God, I can’t wait to feel you inside of me,” I whispered as I pulled my arm free and leaned over him.

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