Her Double Mountain Outlaws: Blackthorn Mountain Men, book 8, page 5
“It’s Zen for me. Keeps me focused, keeps me grounded.”
“Is it hard to stay focused?”
His eyes sparked as they locked on mine.
“It is around you,” he murmured quietly.
I shivered as I quickly took a sip of tea.
“How about you, Doc?” Caleb grinned. “Got any ink?”
I blushed as I rolled my eyes, groaning. Caleb laughed, leaning forward.
"Yeah, that’s a yes.”
“One,” I sighed, shaking my head. “But…”
“What.”
“I hate it. Spring break, sophomore year of college.”
Caleb hooted, shaking his head. “Shit, ’nuff said.” He grinned. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Well let’s see it.”
I snorted. “Hell no.”
“What? Why? I’m am a professional, after all.”
Professional or not, the thought of this man seeing my tattoo, considering where it was, made my whole body tingle with heat.
“Because…” I trailed off, blushing. “Because it’s in a certain place.”
Caleb grinned, wolfishly.
“Oh, now I definitely need to see it.”
A cat. Nineteen-year-old me, already wanting to “save the animals” and be a vet, had gotten freaking cat tattoo. A badly drawn, cartoony-looking kitty-cat with fucking heart eyes.
Seriously, it was bad. Really, really bad.
But it was the placement that made it even worse. A few shots of tequila deep and urged on by questionable college friends, I’d gotten it inked basically right inside the top left corner of by bikini line—just under the edge of most panty or swimsuit elastics.
Let’s put it bluntly: if I went a long time without shaving, the cat got a little bit more fuzz to it, if you get what I’m saying.
The implications that I’d gotten a pussy tattooed right next to my pussy hadn’t actually hit me until later. I’d thought about getting it removed, but as the years had rolled by, I’d just put it off. I mean, tattoo removal was supposed to be painful enough without it being inches away from one of the most sensitive spots on my body, right?
So, anyways, yeah… No. Freaking. Way was I about to show it to Caleb.
“No way.”
He chuckled, leaning back. “C’mon, what do you mean by certain place.”
“It’s intimate,” I said briskly, swallowing as I pursed my lips.
He grinned. “Darlin’, you’ve had your fingers inside of me with my life literally in your hands.” He shrugged, winking at me. “I think we’re already pretty intimate.”
I shivered, taking a shaky breath.
“Trust me, I’d need something stronger than tea to get me show you.”
Caleb just held my eyes, shaking his head. “Nah, you wouldn’t. You’re so much braver than that.”
“Are you trying to flatter me into showing you?”
“Is it working?”
I giggled. “Slightly.”
Caleb grinned, and damn did that grin do things to me. Terrible, wonderful, wrong-but-so-right kind of things. Things that made me lose control. I held his gaze, feeling my skin tingle under that heated, hungry look in his eyes. And all I could think about was the kiss from earlier, and the fire he’d lit inside of me.
“But hey, if you’re too chicken—”
“Reverse psychology? Really?”
Caleb chuckled, throwing his hands up. “Fuck it, I give up. I’m just saying, as a professional, if it’s a tat you don’t like, I could maybe tell you if it’d make for a decent cover up.”
I paused, chewing at my lip, the heat throbbing inside of me. Part of me wanted to shut this down right now. Part of me wanted to push it and see just how close to that edge I could get.
…Guess which side won.
“Screw it.”
I stood, tonguing the inside of my mouth as I set my mug down on the coffee table between us, locked eyes with him, and stepped around to stand right in front of him. My breath caught, and my skin tingled as my hands dropped to my jeans. I popped the button, every single fiber of me being burning with energy as the jeans started to open right in front of him. My face went red, and I could feel the heat pooling between my thighs as I slowly reached for my zipper.
“I cannot believe I’m doing this,” I whispered.
“Kennedy, you really don’t—”
“Who’s chicken now?”
He grinned, his eyes dancing over mine before they dropped hungrily to where he could see a peek of my tummy as I lifted my t-shirt. My hands tugged at my zipper, and I silently thanked the fates that I’d managed to put on something at least resembling “sexy” panties instead of ragged laundry day ones. The blue lace edge came into view as I peeled the jeans away, slowly wriggling my hips as I blushed fiercely and started to tug them down.
“Fuck, Kennedy,” Caleb groaned, his jaw clenching. And the growl that I heard catch in his throat sent this primal thrill of heat through my core.
I tugged the jeans down a little more until they were about halfway down over my ass and my hips, digging into my skin just below the tattoo. I reached down, my face feeling like it was about to erupt into flames as I slid a finger under the edge of my panties, thanks the fates again that I’d trimmed at least somewhat recently and tugged them over an inch or two.
“Here,” I whispered, my voice thick.
Caleb slowly smiled. “Hold up. Did you get the cat because—”
“Because I wanted to be a vet,” I muttered quietly. “I didn’t realize… you know…”
“The whole ‘pussy’ thing?”
My face went hot.
“Yeah, that.” I swallowed. “So, what do you think?” I half-whispered, my voice shaky.
Caleb sat up, making my breath catch sharply as he leaned in close to me, his eyes dancing over my exposed skin and making me tremble.
“Well,” he purred, his voice growly and low in the quiet of my living room. “I think you’ve got great taste in panties, doc.”
I groaned, heat blooming in my face as I rolled my eyes.
“No, seriously. Blue really brings out your eyes, and with your hair?”
I looked down at him, biting my lip as I saw that panty-melting grin spread over his face.
“You mean the ink,” he purred.
I nodded, not trusting myself to open my mouth with him sitting right in front of me like that with his breath teasing across the lacy edge of my panties.
“It’s prime for a cover up. The lines are small, it’s not shaded, and you might not like the placement, but it’s actually placed really well.”
“Oh, thanks,” I mumbled, smooth as ever.
I wanted to button my jeans back up. I wanted to yank them all the way down. I wanted to hide from the heat and the burning desire blazing up inside of me, and I wanted it to consume me as I melted into him.
Caleb moved closer, and when his hand slid to my thigh, I gasped quietly. He leaned in, his eyes darting over my tattoo, or my panties—at that point, I didn’t even care. I could hear a dull roar in my ears, my heartbeat pulsing like lightning and my skin tingling with this electric heat that took my breath away. He leaned closer, both of his hands moving to hold my thighs as I trembled.
“Fuck, Kennedy,” he groaned.
“Caleb…” I panted
He leaned closer, and when I felt his breath tease against my thigh, I gasped quietly. His hand slid around, gripping the back of my thigh as if pulling me closer. His other move slowly towards mine, and when his fingers pushed mine away and took their place holding my panties to the side, I closed my eyes, biting back the whimper as the feel of his finger so close to my pussy.
His thumb traced over the tattoo lines, and this time, I couldn’t stop the whimper. His breath was hot against my skin, but when I felt his lips touch me, my eyes shot open as the moan tumbled from my lips.
“Oh fuck…”
Caleb growled as his lips pressed to my skin, kissing my tattoo softly. The kiss turned harder, his lips parting as his tongue danced over my skin, making me gasp out loud. His other hand slid up to my ass, tugging the jeans down even more before he palmed my ass, growling against me. His finger tugged at my panties as he sucked and licked at that tender spot of skin, pulling them even more to the side as the heat exploded through me.
Caleb paused, panting, his groans rumbling into me, and I knew it was the now or never moment. It was the moment where I could still run away from this—run, move, change my name, and hope the embarrassment somehow went away some day.
Or… or, I could embrace it. Or I could stop pretending that I didn’t want this with every fiber of my being—that I didn’t want him with every part of me.
It was the second one that won out, because suddenly, I dropped my hand to his hair.
…And it was lighting a match to fuel.
Caleb groaned into me, and when he yanked my panties all the way to the side and slid his mouth over my bare, exposed, dripping wet pussy, I cried out in pleasure.
His tongue slid up between my lips, his growl rumbling through me as he parted my folds and pushed that wicked tongue deep inside of me. His hands slid to my ass, gripping me possessively and yanking me against his mouth as I screamed in pleasure. My hands tangled in his hair, my legs shaking as I cried out again and again. His tongue danced up and down my slit, hungrily tasting my honey as I panted for more.
He dragged his tongue up to my clit, wrapping his lips around my aching bud, swirling his tongue across it as I started to crumble for him.
“Oh fuck, Caleb…”
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, pulling away and letting his tongue drag lazily up and down my slick, dripping-wet slit.
“Fuck, you’ve got a candy-sweet pussy, baby-girl,” he growled animalistically, diving back in and pushing his tongue deep inside as I cried out for more.
I kicked at my jeans, shoving them down my legs and kicking them free. I gasped as he suddenly yanked me into him, dropping back on the couch with my pussy planted over his mouth. His hands gripped my ass tight as I tumbled after him, and I clung to the back of the couch as his tongue started to fuck in and out of me. Fingers dug into my skin—hard. Hard enough to bruise and hard enough to get my heart racing as my body ached for more.
He grunted into me, his muscles rippling as his tongue curled and swirled around my aching clit, until the whole world started to melt.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I screamed, my breath coming in short, halting gasps, my body writhing against his mouth. Caleb’s hand shoved my shirt up, his hand sliding roughly over my belly and my ribs until he cupped one of my full breasts. I could feel his fingers teasing my nipple through my bra, when his tongue began to fuck in and out of my pussy while he urged me on with his hand on my ass, I knew I was going to explode.
“Oh God, Caleb… I’m…”
“I want you to come for me,” he grunted, tonguing my clit, his deep voice rumbling through me. “I want this pretty little cunt to cream all over my tongue. I want your honey dripping down my fucking chin.”
My thighs trembled as I squirmed against him, bucking my hips as I started to tumble towards that sweet edge.
His tongue swirled over my hard little button over and over again, fingers digging into my skin as his groans vibrated through my core.
“Come for me, Kennedy. Make this wet little cunt come for me.”
And suddenly, everything exploded.
I screamed as the orgasm detonated through me, shaking me to my core as I shuddered and writhed against him. My hips bucked like I’d been electrocuted, rocking against his wicked tongue as he teased me right through my climax. The heat thundered through me, the moan of pleasure piercing from my lips in an aching cry as I came hard against his tongue.
I collapsed as he pulled me into his lap, and instantly, our mouths crushed together. I whimpered, tasting myself on his lips and kissing him even harder at the naughtiness of it. His hand slid up and down my bare thighs, pulling my hips against him and letting me feel the thick bulge in his jeans.
Oh God yes.
I threw all my rules and all my hang ups away. The no bad boy thing. Keeping my head on straight. The fact that I’d been fantasizing about his best friend. All of it. I let it all go as I just clung to him, kissing this rough, wild, outlaw with everything I had as I lost myself in his lips.
The front door banged open, and suddenly, the whole thing shattered.
I gasped, my heart lurching into my throat as I practically levitated off of Caleb’s lap. I swore, grabbing my panties and yanking them back up my legs before doing the same with my jeans, just as Lucy’s voice called out from the kitchen.
“Hey girl, you up? I bought wine, let’s—”
I managed to zip my jeans up just before Lucy walked into the living room, whirling to meet her with the worlds guiltiest smile on my face.
“Oh.”
Lucy’s brow shot up, a small smile creeping over her face as her green eyes darted between me and Caleb.
“I… didn’t know you had a friend over.”
“My car… uh, the tire, um, broke.”
I cringed at my own flubbing words, my mouth twisting.
“Right, your tire…” Lucy gave me a sharp and very knowing look before glancing at Caleb.
“I’m Lucy.”
“Caleb—”
“I know who you are.” She shrugged. “Dude it’s not like there a lot of tattoo parlors on Blackthorn.”
She glanced between us, grinning.
“But, anyways, I can just head back out or—”
“No!” I said it way too quickly, swallowing the heat from my face. “No, I… I mean…”
“You know what Lucy?” Caleb stood, that smug, cocky smile on his face. “I was just leaving. Kennedy just wanted a quick consultation about a tattoo cover up.”
“Oh… yeah, cool.”
Lucy’s eyes darted to me, peering into mine with that arched brow of hers.
“Come by the shop anytime, Doc,” Caleb purred quietly. “You know where to find me.” His eyes caught mine. Or Landon.”
I swallowed, nodding. “Thanks for the, uh… thanks for the ride.”
“Anytime, Doc,” he murmured, winking at me before he turned to smile at Lucy.
“Nice to meet you.”
Lucy was silent until we heard the front door close and his motorcycle thunder to life before roaring away.
“You go, girl!”
I blushed furiously. “It’s—no, it’s not like that.”
“Bullshit,” she snorted.
“It’s really not—”
“Your pants are unbuttoned, dude.”
I cringed, my face burning as I quickly reached down to fix my jeans.
“Also, a tattoo consultation? Seriously?”
“What?”
She laughed. “Ken, I’ve seen your tattoo.”
“And?”
“And I only saw it because we were in the showers in the locker room at your clinic.”
My blush grew deeper.
“Pretty intimate ‘tattoo consultation.’”
“He’s a professional, Lucy.”
She hooted a laugh. “Oh, I am sure he is.”
I scowled, turning, when she sighed.
“Oh c’mon, I’m just teasing you. Besides, why are you being weird about this. He’s completely hot, you’re completely single, and I know for a fact you haven’t gotten laid in like, the entire time I’ve known you.”
I stuck my tongue out at her and she grinned.
“Seriously! So you hooked up with hot tattoo guy. What’s the problem?”
I frowned. “I told you about Nick.” I shrugged. “No bad boys.”
“Uh, A, there’s nothing ‘boy’ about the hot piece of yes please who just walked out of here. And B, make a freaking exception? What else is the problem?”
Besides that I’ve bene fantasizing about his best friend? Or of his best friend and him, together? Yeah, nothing. Nothing at all.
I just shrugged. “It’s complicated.”
Lucy rolled her eyes. “This is why you’re single.”
I gave her the finger and she laughed. “Come on. This wine isn’t going to drink itself.”
8
Landon
The metallic sound of me putting my tattoo gun back onto the metal tray by my station echoed in the silence. Caleb’s jaw tightened, and I could see his eyes trying to size up what the fuck I was thinking, like he was wondering if he should start to run or get ready to fight or something.
“You’re serious?”
“It just… shit, man.”
I arched a brow. “Were you seriously about to say, ‘it just happened’?”
Caleb shrugged, and I chuckled.
“What, her pussy just fucking fell on your tongue? Did you trip going down the stairs and just accidentally make her come with your mouth?”
Caleb’s brow furrowed as he glared at me.
“You don’t have a to be a dick about it, man. I told you because, well, because of course I was going to tell you.”
Caleb had just finished blurting out to me what’d happened with him and Kennedy the night before. I’d been in the shop all day while he rested up. He’d been out when I finally headed upstairs for the night, and while I’d heard him come in pretty late, I’d just figured he’d gone on one of his rides.
Today, in the empty shop, he’d told me what’d happened. And the funny thing is, even after all the years we’d been closer than brothers, and even after sharing more than a few women in the past, I could tell he was being weird about this one. He was telling me about having made Kennedy come on his tongue like he “had” to tell me—like we had to “get it out there” like it was gonna be drama or something.
Yeah, that was weird. We’d never acted like that before. But as I put down the tattoo gun I’d been cleaning, I think it suddenly clicked.
…It mattered what we both felt about this whole Kennedy thing, because he knew we were both actually into her. In a big, big way.
This wasn’t some chick who wanted a fun night with two tatted up guys—something she could brag to her friends about twenty years down the line when they were swapping “young and wild” stories. This wasn’t a passing thing, or even something purely physical, even though we both craved every inch of her body.
