Page 2 of Resisting (Men of Inked 2.2)
“What’s a little peen between friends?” I asked, laughing in his face.
“You know I love you, Izzy. I never judge you, but do not have peen at my soon-to-be wife’s party.” He put his hands on his hips and tapped his foot.
“Pfft,” I said, standing up. “You having pussy at yours?” I asked.
“No.”
“Fucking liar!” I shouted, hitting him in the chest with my finger.
He looked down, watching me as I poked him. “I mean it, sister. I don’t want any nasty-ass stripper touching my woman.”
I kept poking him. “Do you hear yourself?”
“I ain’t fuckin’ deaf and neither are you. I never ask for much, but this is non-negotiable. I believe Suzy told you she didn’t want one.”
“Suzy doesn’t know how to have fun.” I waved him off as I tossed the empty bottle in the trash.
“Suzy does. She just prefers my dick. She doesn’t need some greasy male dancer touching her.”
“Joe,” I said, sliding my arm around his waist, “the stripper is only there for the other girls, not for Suzy.”
“Bullshit,” he mumbled, kissing the top of my head. “Please, Iz. For me.”
I puffed out a breath, moving the hair that had fallen in my eyes. “Fine, Joe. As long as you’re happy,” I lied.
There was no way in hell I’d throw a bachelorette party for my soon-to-be sister-in-law and not have a stripper. If the boys got to see snatch, then fuck yeah, we were seeing peen.
“Thanks, baby girl,” he said, squeezing me tight.
“Any time.” I looked up and smiled. Releasing him, I stuck out my tongue at Anthony as I sat.
He winked, knowing I was full of shit, and started talking with Mike about the big Thanksgiving football matchups. I tuned out, picking up my phone as I waited for us to close the shop.
Flash: Interested in a little company tonight?
I tapped my phone as I thought about his offer. Did I want to see Flash? I didn’t have to be up early the next day, but then again, I never had to be up early. I hadn’t had sex since the last time he’d dropped by, and that was over a month ago. I could use a good fuck.
Me: Hell yeah. Get your sexy ass to my place. Meet ya there?
Flash: On my way. Be there in 30.
I stood, shoving the phone in my pocket. “I gotta go, boys.”
“Where the hell you runnin’ off to?” Mike asked, stretching out and looking comfortable.
“None of your business. I got shit to do,” I said as I grabbed my purse out of the backroom.
“Two o’clock tomorrow, Izzy,” Joe said as I reached for the door handle.
“Got it!” I yelled over my shoulder, leaving my brothers behind, and headed home.
***
“Yo!” Flash bellowed as I heard the door slam shut.
“Back here,” I replied, before spitting out my toothpaste.
He walked into the room and said, “Get your sweet ass over here and gimme a kiss, baby.”
I turned toward him, glaring as I wiped the leftover paste from my lips. “You must have me confused with someone else.” I winked at him and laughed.
He smiled, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “I know exactly who I’m talking to.” Then he closed his eyes and puckered his lips.
I threw the washcloth at him, hitting him square in the face.
His eyes flew open as the cloth fell to the floor. “What the fuck was that for?”
“You’re not the boss of me, Flash,” I said, putting my hands on my hips as I stared at him.
His eyes softened as he pushed off the doorframe. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, trying to wrap his arms around me.
“Flash,” I warned, pushing him away. “I’m not your girlfriend.”
“A guy can dream, can’t he?” He brushed his lips against my temples, finally gaining a firm grasp around my body.
He felt nice. I’d never admit it, but I did like Flash. I loved him, but no way in hell was I in love with him.
“Might as well shoot for the stars.” I giggled, snuggling my face into his chest and inhaling. My nose tickled. His normal smell was missing and seemed to have been replaced by something offensive and stinky as fuck. “Flash, you smell like shit,” I said, pushing him away.
He lifted his arms, sniffing his pit as he wrinkled his nose. “Fuck,” he muttered, pulling off his shirt. “Let me grab a shower and I’m yours.” He kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants. Bending over, he pushed down the jeans and tossed them to the side.
“You’re mighty comfy here, aren’t you?” I asked, taking my turn to lean in the doorway and stare at him. He was rough around the edges but beautiful. His smile was killer, but he wasn’t the boy I’d had a crush on when I was a kid.
As he reached in the shower, turning on the water, he turned to me and smiled. “I can fuck you smelling like shit.” His back stiffened as he stood straight, cracking his knuckles. “As long as I get some pussy, I don’t give a fuck what I smell like.”
“Get your dirty ass in the shower,” I groaned, ready to rip my hair out but itching to touch him.
He laughed, climbing in the shower. Flash was always cute, but as he’d aged, he’d turned into a ruggedly handsome man. Less and less of his skin was visible, replaced by tattoos that decorated his body like a storyboard—most of the work I’d done over the years. He’d been my best test subject when I was learning my craft. Stupid fucker, if you ask me. I wouldn’t let some newbie put ink that soap couldn’t wash off on my body. He was tall, a couple of inches taller than I was, and lean. He wasn’t overly muscular or bulky, but he fit between my thighs like a glove.
“You starin’, baby?” he asked, his voice muffled by the water.
I blinked,
pulling my eyes away. “Fuck no. Hurry your ass up,” I said, stomping out of the bathroom.
I pulled back the blankets as I waited for Flash. His whistling filled the room, along with the plops of water that cascaded off his body, hitting the shower floor. I stripped off my clothes, fell on the bed, sprawled out, and stared at the ceiling.
I used to get so excited when he said that he was dropping by for a little while. Not so much anymore. I kept telling myself, “It’ll pass,” but it never did. He’d grown more loving and tender, and both of those freaked me the hell out. It ain’t my bag.
Years ago, I’d be jumping up and down on the bed, waiting for the big, bad Sam, a.k.a. Flash, to come toss my apples. Now, it was—
“Ready or not, here I come!” he yelled from the bathroom, interrupting my thoughts.
“Yippee,” I muttered, rolling my eyes as I leaned up on my elbows.
He strode into the room stark naked and dripping wet. “You look edible.” He stopped at the foot of my bed and stared down at me. “I think you need to come, Izzy. You’re wound tight tonight. Let me help you out.” He grabbed my feet and yanked my body to the edge of the bed.
“Up for the challenge?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I placed the bottom of my feet on his chest.
“Babe, really?” he asked, holding my ankles.
“You think you’re that good at eating pussy?” I laughed, trying not to hurt his male ego.
“I munch like no other.”
I knew the man tried to be sexy, but ew. He wasn’t. “Show me whatcha got. If you’re a good boy, I’ll give ya some pussy.”
He rubbed his hands together before placing my foot on his shoulder. “I’m going to eat it like it’s my last fucking meal.”
I melted into the bed, feeling his hot breath on me as he inhaled.
“Better than fresh-baked apple pie.”
“Less talking, more eating, Flash.” I threw my arm over my face, blocking out all light as he placed his mouth on me.
Moaning, he sucked my clit into his mouth, making my eyes roll back into my head.
“Fuck,” I hissed, drawing in a sharp breath.
He mumbled, the vibration penetrating my skin, as he drew me deeper into his mouth. Sinking into the bed, I reached down and grabbed his head.
“Right there, Flash,” I pleaded, grinding my pussy against his face.
