Page 11 of Ink

“Sideways it is, baby,” he agreed. Ink helped her onto the bed again, giving her ass a little swat as she climbed onto the mattress. Her yelp made him harder, and he didn’t think that was even possible.

He quickly joined her, and she wrapped her legs around him, letting him know that she was ready for whatever he had planned. “Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“No,” she promised. “I want you, Ink, please.” He didn’t want her to beg him for another second. Ink quickly lined up his cock to her drenched pussy and thrust into her hot core.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled. “I won’t last long, honey. It’s been a long time since I had sex too.” She nodded and leaned forward to kiss him.

“Touch me, Ink,” she begged. He ran his hands down from her face to her taut nipples, making her hiss out his name.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she moaned, “they are so sensitive.” Ink forgot all his worries about taking Charlie while she was pregnant as he thrust in and out of her body. When she came for him again, he could feel her core spasm around his dick and that was all he couldstand. Ink lost himself in her body, whispering her name over and over again until he was spent.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he gasped. He rolled to his back and Charlie curled into his side, cuddling against him.

“It was,” she agreed, “and I think that I’d like to do it again.”

Ink looked down at his body and back at Charlie. “I’m going to need about twenty minutes,” he said, making her giggle.

“Good, because I’m hungry and I think that a twenty-minute snack break is just what we need.”

He ran his hands over her belly and smiled back at her. “She’s kicking.”

“I’m guessing that the orgasms woke her up and now, she wants food,” Charlie insisted.

Ink chuckled, “Well then, let’s go feed her and her mama so that we can get back to bed,” he said.

“I like the way you think,” Charlie said. He started to get out of bed, and she grabbed his hand, stopping him. “Thanks for not being anything like my ex, Ink.” He hated that she thought that he might hurt her the way that Zeb did, but that wasn’t even a possibility.

“Of course, honey,” he whispered, helping her up from the bed. “Now, let’s get you fed so that I can have my way with you again.” He swatted her bare ass again, causing her to yelp and giggle. He tossed his sweatshirt to her, and she slipped it over her body as Ink watched her leave the room. He wasn’t sure how he had gotten so lucky, but the universe seemed to know just what it was doing when it sent Charlie running into his tattoo shop. He felt like the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet now, and nothing would ever change that.

“Ink, wake up,” Charlie whispered. “Ink, my water broke. I think that I need to go to the hospital.” He moaned and rolled over as she shook him from behind. “Wake up,” she shouted.

He rolled back over to find that she had been crying. “What’s going on?” he asked. “Why are you crying?” he asked, pulling her into his arms.

“There’s no time for that now,” she insisted. “My water broke, and I can’t lay here and cuddle.”

“Wait—your water broke?” he asked, trying to clear his muddled brain. “Are you okay?” That was a stupid question. Of course, she wasn’t okay—she was in labor. “Dumb question, sorry.”

“No, I’m okay right now, but we need to go to the hospital. I’ve been laying here timing my contractions and they are six minutes apart now, and I think that they are starting to come faster, but I’ve lost track. I don’t even have a bag packed or anything.” He could tell that she was spiraling and the last thing he wanted was to have her panic.

“Hey, it’s fine,” he said, sitting up. “I’ll run home and pack some stuff after we know that you and the baby are okay. Let’s get you out of bed, and I’ll find you some clean clothes to wear.” She nodded and let him help her to the edge of the bed.

“I’m having another contraction,” she groaned. She tried to breathe through it, but from the pain on her beautiful face, it wasn’t helping much. “I wish I would have taken a Lamaze class. I was going to do that this month.”

“We’ll figure it out without the class, honey. We’ve got this,” he promised. Ink didn’t feel as they he had anything, but he wasn’t about to tell Charlie that. His job right now was to put herat ease, help her get dressed, and get her to the hospital to make sure that she and the baby were okay.

Ink ran into her former room and grabbed some comfy clothes, her jacket, and her purse, and hurried back into his room. “Let’s get you dressed and then, we will get you to the hospital. I grabbed your purse, so you’ll have everything you need to give to admissions.”

“I’d really like to lay back down,” she whispered. “I don’t want to go to the hospital. This hurts too much.”

“I know it does, honey, but we have to go to the hospital. It’s the only way to make sure that you and the baby are okay. Plus, the sooner we get to the hospital, the sooner we get to meet your daughter.”

“I wish that she was yours,” Charlie admitted, “and not Zeb’s” He helped her slip on her sweater and then pulled her up from the bed.

“Honestly, I wish that too. I have for weeks now, but we can’t change the past,” he said. No matter how much he wished that the baby was his, nothing would change the fact that she wasn’t.

“I’m never going to let Zeb anywhere near her, Ink,” she insisted. He was happy to hear that. A man like her ex had no business being a father, but that wasn’t for him to say.

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