Page 79 of Undone, Love Times Three

He continues thrusting into me then his entire body tenses. Turning to look over my shoulder I watch as he comes. His back straightening, his chin tipped back, and his muscles corded with tension. He lets out a roar and his fingers tighten on my hips.

The ink on his chest is shining with sweat, his stomach is tensing in and out as he comes down, his breathing ragged.

His head lowers and our eyes meet. His grin is slow, then he looks down at where we’re still joined and an intense, sexy and possessive look takes over.

When he pulls back, I feel empty, bereft but not exposed. Knowing he is standing there, looking at me, doesn’t embarrass me, or make me want to cover myself. Slowly, I tilt onto my side and then turn over so I can see him better.

Silence fills the room.

He crawls onto the bed, laying the full length of his body over mine. He stares into me and I’m sure he’s searching for my soul. As he lays his lips against mine, I know he’s found it.

After

Ansel

“Where did you go this weekend, Ansel?”

“Nowhere special,” I snap on my gloves.

It takes a lot to keep my face neutral, but my brain takes me back to the hotel room. The first time was amazing, the second time was something I’m never going to forget. She was insatiable and dragged me into the shower where she gave me a blow job to remember. The woman was addicting, and I’ve dreamed about it every night since.

When I woke up the next morning, she was gone. We never even asked each other’s names.

“You sicken me you know.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I twist my stool so I can see Aaron as he stands by the mirror, checking himself out. He’s a vain asshole, but he’s also one of my best friends. Doesn’t stop me giving him shit at every opportunity.

“You know exactly what it means,” he rolls his eyes.

I’ve known him long enough to know he’s figured it out. He knows what I got up to this weekend.

“It’s yourI got my dick suckedface.”

“Fuck off,” I turn away from Aaron and give my client an apologetic look. My co-worker is laughing his ass off. “Sorry about that,” I tell the client.

“He’s not wrong,” he quirks a grin at me. “That is the face of a very happy man which usually means his football team won or he got laid.”

“Well, I don’t like football…” I look around, first at Aaron, then Juno, our apprentice.

Everyone laughs.

“All I can say is, I’m glad someone is getting some,” Kristina, our piercer says. “I can’t remember the last time I saw a dick that I wasn’t sticking a needle through.”

My client winces and cups his junk. Laughing, I pat his shoulder and ask him to get comfortable. We’re settling in for a serious session this afternoon. I’m finishing the portrait of his daughter that he’s having tattooed on the front of his thigh.

I’ve worked at this parlor, Urban Ink, for eight years now. Apart from the owner, I’m the most senior artist here. The boss often leaves it in my hands.

Working here is a dream come true for me. I left London fifteen years ago, following a girl here and getting a job at the small tattoo shop where she was working. That relationshipdidn’t last. She left me high and dry in an apartment with two roommates who she crapped all over too.

Fortunately, we all became good friends, and they helped me out while I got myself situated. I never thought I’d end up loving this country, let alone working hard enough to get a visa and stay here.

It’s been amazing. Highs and lows along the way but ending up here, at Urban Ink was one of the best decisions I ever made.

We work for three hours on the tattoo before my client taps out. I could have gone on longer but I’m respectful and fully aware of someone’s threshold when getting a tattoo. I knew before he did, he was about to call it.

Once he’s wrapped up and his payment made for the appointment, I stand at the counter to make him a new one in two months’ time. I want the work we’ve done today to heal up. He doesn’t argue, because he knows the score. We slap palms and I see him out.

It’s getting dark out. The nights draw in early here as we get closer to winter.

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