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Made For Me
Luke
I’m a tattoo artist. I look at bodies every day. But there is something about Lexi that just does it for me. She’s perfect for me. Plump, primed and innocent.
Lexi just cancelled her wedding when she found out her fiancé is cheating on her and he thinks she is too big.
Obviously, this is my lucky day. I found heaven in the arms of Lexi and I don’t plan on letting her go. As a matter of fact, I’m making it my own personal mission to make her bigger (with my baby in her belly).
When her ex fiancé shows up wanting her back; I protect what’s mine. Because let’s face it; she was made for me.
A short story romance with an alpha older male, a younger bbw, and HEA.
This is a standalone novella in the Get Inked Bad Boys Romance Series.
Hope Ford writes short, steamy, sweet romances. There is almost always an alpha male (because who doesn’t love an alpha male) and a woman he makes his queen.
Chapter 1
LUKE
I knew when I saw her sitting on the bench outside my tattoo shop she was going to be trouble. She looks like a woman at a crossroad. She’s looking at the shop windows. Probably reading the sign; Tattoos and Piercing’s. I can see the hesitation in her eyes. My shop closed 30 minutes ago. However, I left the “Now Open” sign lit up when I saw her.
Her. She’s blonde, round in all the right places, and innocent. She doesn’t belong here for sure. First, I don’t see one tattoo on her curvy body. Second, she looks so prim and proper. Definitely innocent. Her dress shifts up baring her creamy white thigh as she crosses her legs. She tries to pull it down, but she is still showing a lot of leg. Her dress is cut low in the front showing off her ample breast. Her figure is full. Something a man like me appreciates. I’m what some would call massive. Over six foot three and two hundred and sixty pounds. I can’t help but picture holding on to her wide hips as I pound into her.
I groan, watching her shift again. My blood on fire, I grab onto my dick to shift around. My cock is throbbing against my zipper just thinking about getting into that sweet, tight pussy. I’m Luke. The owner of “Get Inked” Tattoo Shop. I have worked here since I was eighteen. I am now thirty-five. To be honest, women throw themselves at me every day. I don’t know if it’s because I am putting something permanent on their body, or the “bad boy” vibe I give off. I am definitely not someone you take home to Mom and Dad. I am an ass. An arrogant ass. But I’ve earned it. People come from states away to get a piece of my art work penned onto their body. I am able to be picky; only doing pieces that I want to do.
But “her.” She can get whatever she wants.
ALEXIS
Shit, maybe this is a terrible idea.
I’ve been driving around for the last thirty minutes and I came to a stop outside “Get Inked” Tattoo Shop. I’ve always wanted a tattoo. But I know my Dad and Ken, my now ex-fiancé would never approve.
My mind wanders back to an hour before, back at the house where my Dad had just excused himself from dinner and Ken had decided to come clean on our relationship.
“Excuse me? Really!”
“Alexis, calm the fuck down. You didn’t really think you were the only woman I was fucking did you?”
“Well, Ken, call me crazy. But yes, we are engaged to be married. That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
“I fucked you that one time because I always wanted a virgin. But really, it wasn’t all that great, Alexis. I prefer my women to be thin. I may marry you, but I am not going the rest of my life with you being the only woman I have sex with. No thanks.”
Enraged, I feel my face go hot. Yes, stupidly, I gave my virginity to this idiot. I honestly thought he at least cared about me. I was being pressured by my Dad that Ken would be a perfect match for me and I sort of just went with it, even saying yes to his shitty proposal. Damn, how dumb of me.
“Did you think maybe you shouldn’t have proposed, dumbass?”
“Alexis, you know our families want us together. It’s good for business.”
“You know what—fuck you, Ken. It’s over.”
“You can’t leave me. We are getting married,” he yells as he wraps his hand around my arm. He tugs me towards him. “The wedding is next week.”
Jerking my arm from his grasp, “It’s not fucking happening.”
I shake my head to clear the thoughts in my head, I look at the “Now Open” sign in the window of the tattoo shop.
Almost there.
I stand up. This is it. I’m doing it.
Chapter 2
ALEXIS
I march to the door and swing it open. I pause as I enter. I’m instantly drawn to the wall to the right of me. The walls are covered with pictures of every body part either tattooed or pierced. It’s almost indecent all the body parts on display. Until you look at the artwork. The artwork is amazing. The details and colors are amazing.
“Can I help you, sweetness?”
I pause before turning around. That voice is deep with a little scratch to it. I slowly turn around and my mouth falls open. Before me is a massive hulking man in the doorway that I assume leads to the back. He is standing there with his hands in his pockets. He has on tight, worn blue jeans and a white t shirt that stretches across his muscled chest. He has tattoos up both arms and he has the fullest lips I have ever seen. His hair is a little long, almost hiding his dark brown eyes from me. I stop my perusal and swear I see the bulge in his pants twitch.
Damn… he is fine. I didn’t even know men like this existed. I am used to the country club boys, or the men at my Dad’s office. This man takes my breath away. I watch as he slowly walks towards me.
“You ok, sweetness?” he asks as he stops directly in front of me. I lean my head back to look up at him.
“Yea. Uh – I would like to get a tattoo… please.” I know there is no way I can sit for any amount of time with this man’s hands on my body. My gaze goes toward his hands. They are huge. I feel my pussy tighten just looking at his hands.
“What’s your name?”
“Alexis.”
“What did you have in mind?”
I take a step back. I can’t think straight standing this close to him. “Uh – are you the tattoo artist?”
He smiles at me knowingly. “Yes. This is my shop. What are you thinking – a butterfly, a rose, maybe a heart?”
Yea, I guess I look like someone that would get a cutesy tattoo on my ankle or something. But not today. Today I want something to symbolize the day I take my life back. And I want it on my rib cage.
“Is there another tattoo artist that can do it?” My face gets hot, knowing I just embarrassed myself and probably pissed off this huge tattoo covered man.
Luke
I look at her and wonder what her problem is. She is looking up at me with these wide eyes. I know I should be offended. Usually people book with me weeks ahead to get a tattoo from me. Never has someone asked for someone else. I bother her. I step a little closer to her and realize it’s not fear she has for me. Her breath is quickened, her eyes wide and I smell it. I smell the sweet pungent smell of of her aroused pussy. She locks her legs together and I can tell I have an effect on her. I’ll be damned.
“Yes, there are more tattoo artist here. But not now and they are not touching you.” I don’t know where that comes from. Tommy and Gavin are great tattoo artist; professional. They wouldn’t touch her or mess with her in any way. But the thought of someone else putting their hands on her makes me want to punch something. What is happening to me?
She looks at me strangely. Pretty sure she has no idea what is going on in my mind. I take a deep breath and try another tactic. “I’m Luke. I own the shop. So where do you want the tattoo?”
“Right here, on my side.” She flushes as she points to her right side, next to her breast.
All kinds of images flash in my mind. Her sprawled out on my table. My hand cupping her round breast as she lays naked waiting for the pain that comes with the tattoo needle. Massaging her pain away as I make her think and feel other things.
Shit. I never lose focus like this. I have never thought of fucking one of my clients. I usually have no problem keeping this on the up and up. But like I said, I knew when I saw her on the bench outside she was going to be trouble. Capital T.
“Ok. What are you thinking you want?”
“Words.”
Getting a piece of paper and a pen, I ask her what she wants it to say.
She blushes again. Damn, I want to undo her cardigan over her dress and see how far that blush goes. I hand her the pen and paper, “Write down want you want it to say.”
She takes a deep breath and writes something down. She looks up at me hesitantly and puts the paper back in my
I look down at the paper and I have to restrain myself from wadding it up. Someone has hurt her and I’m going to find out who. This whole thing makes no sense. I am powerless when it comes to her. I want to destroy whatever or whoever that has hurt her. I’ve never been more hooked or harder in my life. Right then and there I knew that she is everything I have been looking for.
Chapter 3
LUKE
I lock the front door and lead her to the back room. “Hop up here and have a seat.” I gesture to the tattoo table in the room.
“So tell me about your tattoo.”
“Nothing to tell really. I’m not broken. He is not going to get the best of me.” She shrugs as she says it, like it’s no big deal.
For the first time, I notice the ring on her finger. She is holding her hands in her lap wrapped around each other. Fuck! I’m pissed. Someone else has claimed her. I can’t stand the thought that some other man has touched her, tasted her and made her his. Shit!
“You married?” I grunted at her.
“No.” She traces her finger along the smooth edge of her band.
“Engaged?”
“No,” she says disgustedly. She takes the ring off and drops it into the trash can next to the chair.
I release the breath I didn’t know I had been holding. “Honey, that’s a lot of money you just threw away there.” Even though I am secretly pumping my fist in the air that she would willingly get rid of it that easily. I thought for sure I would have to coax her into it. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mess with married women, but obviously this woman is done with her relationship.
“So, I don’t want it and I don’t plan on seeing him again to give it back to him. It wasn’t really an engagement anyway. Something our families wanted us to do. I called it off. An hour ago.”
“What happened?”
She eyed me coolly, obviously not trusting me.
“I’d like to know the story behind the tattoo.”
ALEXIS
“Sure.” Without expression, I tell him “he told me I am not the only woman he is having sex with. I don’t do “it” for him and he didn’t plan on stopping once we are married. Oh, and also I’m too fat…. so now that you know all the embarrassing facts, can we get on with it.”
The further I go into my explanation, the more he gets pissed. I see the clench of his jaw and the vein in his neck pop out. I can see his heartbeat in his muscled neck. My heart lurches. He stands before me and presses himself into the table I’m sitting on. He moves my legs apart to stand between them. He has his hands on each side of my face, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“You are – were – engaged to a prick, sweetness. Obviously, he’s not a real man. You’re perfect.”
“I’m not…”
He growls. He grabs my ponytail and forces my head back. I look at him and see his hooded, aroused eyes and I can’t help but be surprised. He bends down and presses his lips to mine. I moan into his mouth, overcome with the taste of him.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you how perfect you are, Lexi.” He shortened my name and I have to admit I love it. He grabs the side of each of my hips and lifts me to put me at the edge of the table. He grinds his impressive bulge against my pussy. I gasp as I feel him growl and press even further into me. I’ve never had an orgasm with someone else and I can feel I am already close. His hands on each cup of my ass, pulling me closer to his unbelievably big cock pressing against me.
Turning me sideways, he presses me down onto the table. His lips still attached to mine, I feel his hands move around to my dress and slide it higher, making me moan into his mouth. This whole thing is crazy, I don’t even know this man, but here I am. Moaning into his mouth and pressing my panty covered pussy into him. His hands tracing up the inside of my thighs, he’s almost to my wet, sticky pussy. I gasp as I feel his thick finger running along my swollen slit. Pulling my panties to the side, he leans in and puts his nose against me and takes a deep breath.
“Ah, you really are sweetness. You smell so good, Lexi. I can’t wait to taste you.”
I’ve never had anyone talk dirty to me, and I am pretty sure I just soaked my panties.
“You like that, don’t you? You like me talking dirty to you?”
His hands caressing my belly, as he sticks his tongue out against my hard, little nub. I normally would be embarrassed having someone’s hand on my round, soft, belly. But I am too lost. What he is doing to me makes me forget everything else. He has my legs spread so he can fit between them and they are hooked over his shoulders. His strong tongue is going up and down the slit of my pussy before stopping at my entrance and sticking his tongue in and out; swirling it all around. He puts his thumb on my clit and works my tight nub. My whole body arches and I tense up, every part of my body flexed and held tight. I lift and lower my lower half, urging him further. I ball my fist; wrapping my hands in his hair and pressing his face even harder into my pussy. I feel him groan and I can feel myself coming. I try to stop it; I never knew I could have an orgasm with someone else, let alone in someone’s mouth. I am overcome with emotions; and I am about to explode.
I scream his name as the orgasm rocks through my body. My hips are bucking against him, but he holds steady. He is forcing his tongue inside me; tasting me, devouring me. He pulls away and his face is glistening with wetness. “Lexi, you are the sweetest thing I have ever tasted.”
He pulls me up, latching onto my lips again. I taste myself on him and I moan into his mouth. He pulls away and slowly starts to unbutton my cardigan. He slides the shirt over my arms, but before I’m free he gently grabs my hand and points at a bruise on my arm. It looks like a hand print around my arm. “Who did this to you?”
I look down at my arm; still lost in the orgasm I just had. I pull my arm from him and reply, “Ken” as I take the sweater the rest of the way off.
He backs away from me, with his head down and hands on his head. “Fuck.” He screams. He is standing there, with his back to me. I can see the muscles in his back bunch up under his tshirt. I slowly get up from the table; its like I am poking a caged lion. Is he mad at me?
“Luke, you ok?” I ask as I reach out and touch his massive shoulder. He flexes under my touch.
Chapter 4
ALEXIS
He turns to me and swings me up in his arms. “Give me a second, Lex.” As he strides to another door.
He carries me up some stairs, “where are we going, Luke?”
“To my apartment.” I have a house. A four bedroom, three bath house just outside of town; but I don’t have the time. I take her to the apartment upstairs. Sometimes when I work late; I just stay here. More often than not anymore. That big house has felt so empty lately.
“Luke, let me walk. I’m too heavy.”
He pauses on the step; and looks at me with a fierceness in his eyes. He kisses me on the forehead and continues up the stairs. He pauses at the door and gestures for me to open it. I turn the knob and he takes me through a living room down a hallway and kicks open the door to a room with a big bed in the middle of the room. “This is convenient,” I mutter.
“No other woman has been here with me. I never invite anyone up here with me.”
I flush at his words. I didn’t mean for him to hear me, but I didn’t want to be in a long line of his conquests on this bed. He steps into the room and stands me up next to the bed. “Undress for me, Lex.”
I slide out of my shoes and pause looking at him. “What about you?”
“Oh, I will. But I want to see you first. Go on, sweetness.”
I pull the dress up over my head and I stand before him in only my panties and a bra. My chest is heaving, and I am nervous as can be. My wide thighs and belly on display for him. I think about covering myself but think better of it. Obviously, he wants me. He’s going to see it all. And really, even though I am a big girl, I feel almost dainty next to him.
LUKE
“You’re perfect.” I pull my shirt up over my head and press myself against her. I can feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest. I reach around her and undo her bra. I take each of her breasts in my hands. Even with my large hands; she spills over, full and swollen. I take one of her large cherry nipples in my mouth and suck. She bucks against me and she moans. I move to her other breast wanting to make sure they each get my attention. I kiss, suck and pull on her nipples; bringing a guttural moan from her with each tug.
