Page 4 of Inked Heart

2 months later

Shit.

For October it’s hot as hell out here. It could simply be I have been pushing myself abnormally hard lately. Sleep has not been my friend or eating food for that matter. The problem is every time I try and lay my head down to get some sleep, I smell her. When I close my eyes, I see her. I see her as she is over me ridding me to the wee hours of the morning. Her short red hair is falling over her face as she brings us both to the brink and back over and over.

Undressing her in my house is surreal. Not only have I found my Angel, but she is in my arms and in what will be our house. As I take in her beautiful body, I note the various tattoos she is sporting. On her right arm, she has an intricate floral work being held up by hands as in assistance.

I cannot help but think about how fitting this is for us, because I would like nothing more than to be the person she leans on in her time of need. She also has inked into the tapestry on her arm, music notes and some tribal art. Her other arm is some of the same. I must admit, it is sexy as fuck. I always felt my Angel would have some color and depth to her canvas to be my equal.

After looking and worshipping her artistic view when I finally get her on the bed, I take a second to breathe her in. I want her scent and the unique fragrance that is all her ingrained in my senses. Trying to gather control over myself and my faculties, I kiss, suck, and lick all over her body. I want her to remember this moment. The moment we found each other and bonded our hearts.

Imagine my surprise when I finally get my cock into her snug little cave and find t I am the first and last man to ever be there? I must take a second to silently thank whatever fate brought us together and who gave me the Angel that saved her gift for me. When she begs me to move, any restraint I have is gone. Feeling her wet, tight inviting pussy try and suck me into her further than I planned on going is liable to make me lose my shit like a 14-year-old rookie. But damn does she feel like heaven.

Fuck.

I must stop doing this shit. Not only am I tired as fuck and angry as hell, but now I am hard as a fucking rock. My dick could serve as a hammer right now because it’s so fucking jacked up. And it is all because of a little pixie, who came and went at the speed of light. I assumed when I woke the next morning, I would rollover and shift her under me for some sleepy time sex. Then I would make her breakfast and discuss where she wanted to go for dinner that night. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect for her to ‘cum and run’. I thought that was a male M.O.

For two goddamn months I have searched high and low, everywhere I could image she might be. I even swallowed my pride and asked the Crawford brothers and not a one of them will tell me anything. Ava knows where she is because they are friends, but she won’t say a word to me about her. Whenever I ask her, she shakes her head, pats me on the back and gives me a sad look. I want to yell at her to fuck off with her pity and make her tell me where the hell to find my woman. I know if I do that it would only cause drama between Ham and me.

Luckily for me, I decide to do what I always do when I have a problem I cannot solve…. get a tattoo. Ham and Sterling get theirs from a place in the next town over called Queen of Hearts Ink. Corny name if you ask me, but their tattoos are done nicely, and they say it is clean and sterile. Those are my only real requirements for a tattoo shop.

This time I am simply getting five numbers right above my heart. 8-15-18. The day I found her and the day I lost her. Masochistic right? Maybe. The truth is even if I never see her again, there will never be anyone else for me. I will not put myself or another woman in a position to never be enough for me.

After laying the last brick piece on the porch for this house, I call it a day. I need to call in to make sure my secretary doesn’t need anything else for the day and I am off to let the pain dull the rest of my senses.

“Good Afternoon, Monte-q Construction. How may I help you?”

“Hey Lainie. It’s me. I am finished for the day. The guys can handle the rest. Just wanted to make sure there is nothing you need from me before I head to my appointment.”

“No boss. It’s been quiet here. The invoices can wait until tomorrow. Oh, you did get a call from Ava. She said to call her or stop by when you get a chance. It is in regard to the babies.”

Seriously. Shit. I knew this Godfather shit was going to suck.

“Ok. Thanks. I have my cell if you need me.”

Now I need to figure out how to get out of going to Ham’s house. I am too pissed about the lack of help from them and I cannot promise I am going to be able to contain myself.

The only saving grace is that nothing can take away the memories.

Pulling into a parking spot outside of the shop, I am speechless at what I see. The outside is almost swanky looking, and it is built like a replica of something you would see from Alice and Wonderland. It is a surprise to say the least, especially located in a town called Bleak, Minnesota.

As I open the door ready to clear my mind of the elusive fairy haunting it, the very voice I have been trying to find and now forget calls out, “Welcome to Queens Ink. We will be right with you.”

You have got to be shitting me.

My Angel.

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