Page 48 of Dex

Ican’t believewe had matching tattoos done today. It was one thing I swore I would never do. But having it done with Dex meant so much to me. To us both. I know that it is something that he always wanted to do. Him and his lover marking each other, but Fiona never liked tattoos, even though Dex got addicted to them. She never once complained about his ink, she just never wanted any.

I’m sitting here waiting for Dex to come out from putting Phoebe to bed, she has been really good this past week. She has been sleeping six-seven hours through the night, so we get to catch up on sleep and some us time. I flick on the TV and search through iPlayer to find something to watch. I come across a new episode ofSherlockand leave that on.

“So, what are we watching?”

“Cumberbatch,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows at him.

“What is the obsession you have with this, dude?”

“He is freaking amazing. Leave Benedict alone.”

“Okay, I’ll give it to you, Sherlock is pretty fucking awesome.” He shifts next to me and I can see him pull at his shirt a little, I know that it has to be irritating his new tattoo. As soon as we came home, I changed into a sports bra because my t-shirt was rubbing against my new tattoo.

“Babe, why don’t you take the shirt off, I can see it’s bothering you.” His head snaps to mine. Fear clear on his face. I shift my body so I can face him. My knees sit against his thigh.

“What did you do?” I know this man inside and out so I know he has done something that will quite possibly fuck me off. He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, his muscles bulging, they are quite distracting. Fucking arm porn.

“I didn’t do anything, baby.”

“Like fuck you didn’t, Dexter. Now again. What did you do?” I cross my arms, careful not to touch my new ink. I sit and stare at him, even though he won’t meet my eyes. I poke his thigh, edging him to come clean with me. “Dex.”

“Fine. But you have to promise not to get pissed off.”

“Show me.” I knew he had more work done when I left. I fucking knew it. The Castle brothers think I am stupid, but I am onto them. Always have been and always will be. He takes another deep breath, exhaling slowly as he stands up. He grips the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head. My gaze lands on a large name running down his ribs. I smile when I see our daughter’s name there. He uncovered his wrist with me, but Phoebe woke up when he went to uncover his rib tattoo, so I left him in the bathroom to clean up.

I let my gaze travel up his body and gasp when I see the fresh ink. Dex has already had his collar bones tattooed. So that left both his pectoral muscles ink free, well until today. Right there, over his heart, he has added a script ‘A’ with a tiny crown sitting on top. I move to stand in front of him. My gaze meets his and I fall in love with him all over again. I go up on tiptoes and kiss him. He deepens the kiss and we get lost together. To see my initial on him makes my heart feel love for this tattooed, bossy man. I know that he has an angel on his right arm for Fiona, plus he has a purple flower on the inside of his right forearm for her.

“I fucking love you, Addison Cole.”

“I fucking love you, Dexter Castle.” Dex picks me up and turns and sits on the sofa. I shift my legs so that I am straddling his thick thighs. I cup his face and devour his lips, they’re one of my favourite things about him. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and nip at it with my teeth. He hisses and grinds my pussy down on his solid cock beneath me. I start rocking back and forth, my body heating up with the motion. One hand comes up and squeezes my breast. He pulls his mouth away and lays kisses all over my jaw and down my neck. He bites down on my shoulder and I grind down harder, my knickers are soaked to the point of uncomfortable.

“God, baby, you-” We get cut off by Dex’s phone ringing. “Leave it,” Dex grinds out.

“We can’t, it will wake Pheebs up.” I lean over and pick his phone up from the arm of the sofa. I see Liam’s name and quickly swipe my finger across the screen to answer the call.

“Liam?”

“Penny is in labour. Fucking hell, Ads. What the hell do I do? Shit. I need you both.” I squeal and jump off Dex’s lap.

“Shhhh, Phoebe is sleeping,” Dex whisper yells at me.

“Penny is in labour,” I whisper back. “Liam wants us at the hospital. I need to get someone to come and babysit Phoebe. Oh Luke can do it. Liam, we will meet you at the hospital.” I hang up and dial Luke’s number. It rings and rings. Bloody men. I hang up and try again. He answers on the third ring.

“Hey, what's up man?” he asks, panting.

“Ewwwww, did I just interrupt you shagging some slut?” I ask him, feeling dirty just at the thought of Luke shagging some faceless bimbo again. He needs to find a good girl to calm him the hell down, before his dick falls off.

“Come on now, Addy, you know I don’t shag sluts. Well, normally anyway.” He chuckles when a girl says “hey” in the background. Yeah, what the fuck ever, he will shag anything that will open their legs to him.

“Well anyway, I need you to finish up and come over to here to babysit Pheebs. Penny went into labour and Liam wants Dex and me there. Can you do that?”

“Yeah, chick, I will be there as soon as.” I sigh in relief. “You have to go. I got important shit to do,” he says to the girl before I hang up. Well, there you go then. Dex is pushing down on his hard-on and he is shaking his head.

“Fucking cock-blocked by an unborn baby. Fucking brilliant. Glad this is Liam’s kid and not mine.” He chuckles and pulls his t-shirt back on. God he is sexy, his muscles pull tight under his skin at the movement. My eyes following every inch of him, I could seriously watch him move all day.

“Baby, keep looking at me like that and I say Liam can fucking wait. My cock hates me enough as it is.” I laugh and run over to him. I kiss him hard and quick, I know I need to keep it short otherwise we won’t be leaving and I want to see baby Bradley being born.

“Fine,” I huff, pretending to be annoyed that I have to wait.

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