Page 78 of Bad News Babe

ALEXIS, AKA GARY TOOMEY’S DAUGHTER

The engagement ringWest picks out for me is unbelievably beautiful and quirky. That’s how he sees me! In his eyes, I’m as fiery inside as I am on the outside.

I don’t care if I can’t see what West does. I just know I am obsessed with him. That’s why I don’t flinch when he mentions getting married in the upcoming month or picking out our house this week. I’m fully committed to this wild ride, completely trusting West to make everything magical.

Last night, while fooling around in his room while his parents hung out at Journey’s place, West told me he wanted a tattoo with my name on it. I swore that really wasn’t necessary, mainly because I didn’t want him to feel pain. However, his tongue interrupted my concerns. Then, the topic got dropped entirely once his hand found its way up my shirt.

I honestly forget about the conversation until he arrives at the duplex to find the cousins, Tripp, and me outside on a shady day. The sisters dance to “Timber” while Juno’s fella sits in his beloved folding chair.

West wears the brightest smile, making my stomach flip at how such a beautiful man exists. He kisses me softly before revealing his surprise.

“Got your name over my heart now,” West says and tugs off his shirt.

“Oh, my,” Juno mumbles, staggering backward. “You need to warn a girl before you unleash so much flesh on her.”

West smirks at her horny praise before focusing back on me. I run my fingers over the lemon tattoo with my name inked inside. My other hand caresses my engagement ring hanging from the necklace Poppy gave me. Until the ring fits, I like keeping it close to my heart. Just like West’s tattoo!

“What if I stop liking lemons?” I ask, and his smile falls. “Just kidding. This is beautiful, and I’m branded on you forever. Even if you tattoo over it, my name will remain on your skin.”

Before West can explain how he’ll never want anyone else, I tug him down and claim a kiss.

“We’re using the duplex,” I tell my cousins as I take West’s hand and guide him to a private space where he can take off more than his shirt.

Once we step inside the now-appropriately chilled duplex, West’s smile grows.

“Were you in terrible pain?” I ask, sliding my fingers over his tender flesh.

“Yes.”

I push him back on the couch and slide off my shirt. “My nipples get so hard in this cooler duplex.”

“Show me,” he says, stroking his cock through his jeans.

I shimmy my hips before removing my bra and swinging it over my head. West exhales deeply and licks his lips. I can already feel his mouth on my body.

My shorts and panties drop to the ground before I straddle West’s hips. He never looks away from me while wiggling his jeans down enough to free his already very hard cock.

My lips cover his before kissing his tender, tatted flesh. “You did this for me.”

“You’re mine always.”

His certainty sets my skin on fire.

My fingers disappear in his thick blond hair, holding him closer while he sucks at my nipples. Lowering my hips, I slide my pussy over his cock. West groans deeply, and his fingers dip inside me.

“Does this feel good?” he asks, frowning at me.

“So much.”

“But you’re barely wet.”

“I feel wet.”

“Not inside,” he says and sighs deeply. “I’ll need to eat you out. No way around it.”

Laughing manically, I announce, “My plan worked!”

West grins at my bullshit. His wide hands wrap around my hips and lift me until my pussy awaits his hungry lips. Bracing my hands against the wall, I soak in the intense pleasure.

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