“Sorry,” I tell him, even though I’m not really sorry.
“It’s okay. You want to make it up to me?”
“Uh, sure.” I say it more like a question than an answer. I’m always cautious and have to analyze everything. I can’t just say yes to something I’m not all that sure of, but I don’t think Trey would lead me wrong.
“Great. Shower and I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
My heart starts to race. Is he asking me out on a date? “Where are we going?”
“The shop.”
I pull into my driveway and put the car in park as my hope deflates. Not a date, a tattoo. “No, I’ve thought about it, and I just don’t think it’s meant for me to get a tattoo.”
His voice deepens. “Do you trust me, Katie?”
I grab my purse, flip the call from my car to my phone, and walk up the front steps to my house to let myself in. Do I trust Trey? Absolutely. There’s no way I couldn’t. Not after the way he’s helped out and taken care of Lane and me this week. “Yes.”
He breathes heavily over the phone. “Good, I was getting nervous there for a second. I’ll see you in an hour, Katie. Be ready.”
And before I can answer him, he’s already hung up. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?
I rush around and get ready, even taking the extra time to shave all my parts. Not that I’m expecting anything, but a girl should be ready anyway. Yes, I’m hopeful. Even though I know it’s too soon and Jamie thinks I should treat Trey as the rebound guy, I just don’t know. It seems like more than that.
I’m sitting on the front porch when Trey pulls into the driveway. He walks up the porch and sits next to me on the stoop. “Evening,” he says huskily.
I nod, because when he’s this close, I’m sort of a mess. Plus, this is the first time it’s just been the two of us all week, and I have so many things going through my head.
“You okay?” he asks, nudging me with his shoulder.
I laugh, because now it’s like a joke because of how many times he’s asked me that exact question in the last week. “Can we talk about the tattoo?”
He dips his head and steals a kiss. “Sorry, I’ve been dying to kiss you again. Continue, we can talk about the tattoo.”
My lips are warm from the brief touch of his lips. “I don’t want to get one.”
“Why?”
I look down at my hands in my lap, and he touches his chin to bring my eyes up to his. “Tell me why.”
I shrug my shoulders, but I can’t look away. I can feel my face heat as I say what’s been on my mind this whole week. “I don’t want you to see me.”
His eyes widen. “You don’t want me to see you?”
I shake my head.
His hand goes to the base of my neck, and he holds me tight as he leans his forehead against me. “Well, that sucks you feel that way, because that’s all I’ve been able to think about all week.”
I suck in a breath and pull back, but he doesn’t let me go far. He’s holding on to me so that I have no choice but to keep staring into his eyes. “You have?” I ask and then shake my head. “Look, Trey. I’ve had a kid.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I’ve met him. His name is Lane, right?” he jokes before steadying his gaze on me. “I know you have a kid, Katie.”
“Okay, but my point is that I don’t have a body like the ones you’re probably used to seeing. That’s all. I don’t know where this is going or anything, but I mean I want to see you naked… I mean, God did I say that out loud?” I pull back my shoulders and take a deep breath. “Yes, it’s the truth. I do want to see you… but I don’t want you to see me.”
His hands go to my shoulders and squeeze. “Katie, baby, we’re going to see each other. That’s all there is to it.”
“Yeah, but…”
One of his hands travels up my neck, and he cups my jaw. His thumb strokes across my cheek, and he’s searching my eyes, but I’m not sure why. “Katie, honey, I’m going to ask you again. Do you trust me?”
I don’t even breathe he’s so close to me. I can feel his hot breath caress my cheek next to his thumb. I nod my head.
He licks his lips, and my gaze follows his tongue as it sweeps across his lower lip. He smirks. “Good.”
He leans in and presses his lips to mine before I even realize what is happening, but as soon as we touch it’s like my whole world stops. As his hand cups my jaw tighter and his other arm goes around my shoulder to pull me closer, all my senses are on high alert. When his tongue strokes across the seam of my lips, I moan, and he takes the opportunity to push his tongue into the depths of my mouth. “Ummm,” I moan.
I can feel his lips pull into a smile as he deepens the kiss. I don’t know what to do except to hold on for dear life. I’ve been kissed before. Hell, I was married. But I can honestly say I’ve never been kissed like this. It’s as if Trey wants to be as close as he possibly can. And he’s not going to stop until he succeeds.
When he pulls back, he’s breathing hard and resting his head against mine. It’s then I realize that somehow I’m sitting on him, straddling his lap. His hard cock is pressed up between us, and oh my God, I’ve climbed onto his lap, and I swear my lower body has a mind of its own because I’m pressing down into that bulge as it glances across my clit. I drop my head to his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
His arms go around me, and he pulls me tighter. The moan leaves my mouth before I can even think about stopping it. The ridge of his cock is right against me, and I swear just two or three more movements like that and I’ll be coming just from dry humping.
His hands are holding me to him and he’s kneading my butt. I don’t want to, but it’s just like me to start being responsible. “I’d say we’re giving my neighbors a show.”
“Probably,” he says against my ear. His voice is deep and sex-filled. “You ready to go?”
I pull back and look into his eyes. They are darker than I remember them being and filled with desire… for me. “Why don’t we just stay here?”
He groans and pulls me in, my sensitive breasts pressed into his chest. “I would love that… but first we’re going to the shop.”
I almost open my mouth to argue, but I don’t. I’ve said it over and over to him… that I trust him… now I just have to show him.
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
“Am I sure I want to put my ink on you? Fuck yeah, I’m sure.”
8
Treyton
I don’t know what it is or why it’s so important to me, but I really want to tattoo Katie. I want to feel her skin under my hand, and I wasn’t lying: I’m dying to put my mark on her. She’s nervous, really nervous, but now that I know she’s not afraid of the pain, it’s more of her showing me her body, well, I know I can put those fears to rest because right now, I’d give fuckin’ anything to see and touch her.
I’m holding her hand as we walk into Savage Ink. The new receptionist is working at the front desk, and I pull Katie under my arm. “Katie, this is Emily.”