Page 134 of Heart Sick Hate

She jumps up and down, and into my arms, almost knocking me over as she sits on my knee and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Yes, of course.” She giggles.

I wrap my hand in the back of her hair and pull her mouth to mine. I could live in this feeling—her breathing me to life with her kiss. My tongue finds hers, and she tastes like bubble gum, so I steal it straight from her mouth.

“Hey.” She pulls back, swatting at me. “You stole my gum again.”

“What’s yours is mine, Goldie.”

She frowns, but it’s forced, and she doesn’t look the least bit annoyed. “Fine, and where’s this ring you mentioned?”

I run my thumb over the back of her finger. “Already told you, when I put a ring on your finger it would be permanent. Hence our location.”

She smiles, her eyes darting around. “You mean…?”

“Yep.” I nod. “You said yes so there’s no backing out.”

Echo leans in and brushes her lips against mine. “And what about you?”

“What about me?” I grin. “I’ll go first if you’d like.”

The way her eyes light up is enough to make me consider tossing her to the floor and fucking her in the golden rose petals.

“You’re going to let me tattoo you?” she says, pulling back.

“Goldie.” I pick her up to standing, wrapping my arms under her thighs so I can lift her up all the way. She wraps her legs around my hips, and I start to carry her into the back. “You can tattoo your name over my entire body if you want to.”

“Ooh, don’t tempt me, Crew Kingsley.” She licks my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I might be tempted to take you up on that.”

“Whatever you desire, princess.” I drop her into the tattoo chair and kick the door shut. “But first. I’m going to give you something better than a ring.”

“Oh yeah?” She grins. “What’s that?”

“My cum.” I reach for the button on her jeans and strip them off her. “Let’s get to marking what’s mine.”

She giggles as I flip her around, and I’m not sure what I enjoy more—her moans as I fuck her through two orgasms, or the ones she makes while I ink her finger with the ring that’s never going to leave it.

Echo

Crew’s eyes darken the moment I step out of the bathroom. His gaze traveling the full length of my body, before flicking back to my face again. One look from him, and this ridiculously tiny piece of white lingerie is worth every penny.

The lace dress is see-through, hitting just below my ass cheeks, and I’m not wearing anything beneath it. My bare skin is on display, apart from my thigh-high leather boots. The ones Crew can’t get enough of, even if it pisses him off every time I wear them in public and some guy looks in my direction.

I can’t help that I enjoy watching him break someone’s face when he’s feeling territorial.

“You’re a fucking wet dream, princess.” He leans back, planting his hands behind him on the bed and perusing me once more.

“You’re one to talk.”

He’s in nothing but his underwear, and his rock-hard dick isn’t hiding beneath the tight fabric. His tattooed chest flexes as he shifts forward. It’s not fair for a man to look like that.

“Come here.” He skims me again. “Let me get a closer look at my present.”

“You think this is your present?” I brush my hand down the center of the chest, where it dips to my belly button, keeping my other one behind my back. “I got you something much better.”

He smirks, his smile darkening. “Better than my dirty wife in a slutty little outfit desperate for me to fill her up with my cum. Not sure that’s possible.”

I finally bring forward the tiny bottle I’ve been hiding behind my back. “You tell me.”

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