Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
The minute the tattoo is completed, she puts the gun down and takes off the gloves. Then she studies her handiwork with a small smile, seemingly satisfied.
“It’s actually not bad,” she says, meeting my gaze.
I get up from the bed, go to the mirror, and have a look myself. She’s actually did a pretty good job. When I turn back around, my focus locks on her face. She’s no longer looking at the ink on my ass. Her gaze is trained on my cock, pressing against my boxers. It twitches as if aware of her attention.
Her blue eyes meet mine again, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful—my girl smiling up at me, cheeks flushed with pride and gaze filled with desire.
But what hits me the hardest is the fact that this house doesn’t feel like a home without her in it.
And my heart—not to mention my cock—is led by the leash she’s put on me. I’m insatiable when it comes to her, but not just for her body; I need all of her all the time. And I’m starved when she’s not near.
CHAPTER 39
Billie
Ican’t believe I just tattooed him. Ford is amazing at what he does. His brother’s skin is a testament to that. I love the tattoo he gave me, and I stare at it often when I get in and out of the shower. And now he has a matching one, which is a little weird but also flattering. And it makes me want to believe that, although he can’t say it in words, that deep down, he feels the same as me.
He makes his way back across the room, not bothering to grab his jeans. Instead, he comes over and stops directly in front of me, his crotch almost eye level with my face.
“Stay tonight?” he asks. And I’m too tired to tell him no. So when he holds out his hand to me, I take it.
Here in his home, it always feels like it’s just the two of us.
Like I’m in a dream.
It feels right.
It’s when I step back out into the world that reality sinks in.
But right now, I wonder if it’s really possible to merge those two things.
Can Ford and I really be something more?
Am I allowed to be carried away by this?
I take his hand, accepting all the consequences that might ensue.
He walks me to his room, and when we enter, he climbs onto the bed with me and wraps his arms around my middle, pulling me to him.
“Why am I here, Ford?”
“Because you should always be here. In my bed. In my arms. No more running away.”
“What does that mean?”
“You know exactly what it means,” he growls. “I can’t be a normal boyfriend or show you all the flowery shit. But I can try to be enough for you if you’ll let me.”
My heart fills, and tears spill over my cheeks as all of my wishes and craziness feel like they’re finally aligning.
He gently wipes away the wetness as I sob. “I didn’t think you wanted me.”
“I’ve always wanted you. I tried to stay away, but I can’t anymore, Chaos. You’re in my blood now. I need you. I don’t know what this might look like for us. I’ll be obsessive. Intense. Probably all the things you don’t want in a man, but I can’t let you go again.”
This is what I’ve wanted to hear him confess for so long, but it’s terrifying because I don’t know how my brother or parents will react. But right now, I’m overjoyed. I want Ford. I don’t want the push and pull of this dance anymore. I know I’m a lot to handle. I’m hot and cold and don’t always react rationally, but I’m certain that’s why we might work. I need someone who can handle me as well. I’m finally relieved that Ford, despite the walls surrounding his heart, is finally letting me in.
I hate the tears that continue to fall as I kiss him softly. “You let me decide that. I can handle you.”
“Is that a threat?” he asks, and I chuckle.
“No more of a threat than your cock currently digging into my ass.”
“Then we agree on something. You and my cock are just as damning and damaging.”
I sigh, a sense of relief passing through me. “Definitely. But always a very good time.” I bite his bottom lip, and he smiles.
He turns me so my back is against the mattress, and it is like being at home.
“Do you remember when we first started this?” I ask, thinking of where it all began.
“Of course I do.”
“And what did you think back then?” I’d never been daring enough to outright ask him.
He seems to think it over, momentarily prioritizing restraint, which I think is rather cute because I can tell it’s taking all of his control and willpower. “To be honest, I was always charmed by you, but I never allowed myself to get carried away with improper thoughts. It wasn’t until that night that I really jumped on the opportunity. You were my friend’s little sister, not someone I should have wanted to crawl between their legs to see what she tasted like.” He pauses. “That night in the club changed everything, even the way I view you. You were a girl willing to take risks and barrel through obstacles to get what you wanted and damn the consequences. I can’t even express how beautiful you are, it’s why I tried to push you away. I wasn’t raised like you, Billie. I’m scared I’ll taint you, make you dirty in some way.”