Authors: Crystal Perkins
“Hi. I’m Amy. What
can I get you to drink?” she asks looking only at me.
I look at Yas as I tell
her, “My girlfriend would like a Coke and I’ll have a scotch on
the rocks.” She leaves the table to get the drinks and Yas tells me
how cool she thinks the boat is and thanks me again for doing this
for her. “Of course. I love making you happy.” I place my hand
over hers on the table.
“Here are your
drinks.” Amy is back and as she places my scotch in front of me, I
see a phone number on the napkin. I pull it out from under my drink
and hold it up to her.
“You should save this
for someone who wants to use it. You need to be respectful to my
girlfriend or send someone else over here to take care of us.” I
know that I’m coming across as an ass for calling her out, but I’m
pissed that she tried to give me her number after I called Yas my
girlfriend.
“I’m sorry,” Amy
says turning to Yas, who nods at her. “I can take your order now if
you are ready.” She is subdued and embarrassed, but I’m not
sorry.
After we order and she
moves away, Yas smiles at me and says, “Thank you. I have never
been out with a guy who did something like that.”
“You were never with
the right guy before.”
We spend the next
couple of hours enjoying our dinner, sharing a plate of desserts and
dancing. We dance inside to some oldies and then go upstairs to the
lounge where the DJ is. We steal some kisses in the dark corners of
the ship and then we dock and head back to the car.
Yas
The cruise was so much
fun. The food was great and dancing with Scott was pretty amazing. I
can’t believe he told that waitress off for giving him her number.
It was sweet and hot at the same time. We’re heading to Windy City
Tats now. I can’t wait to meet Zane and see where Scott got all of
his tattoos. Before we got in the car, Scott took off his jacket and
glasses. He also rolled the sleeves of his shirt up. I don’t think
he wants to walk into the tattoo shop looking so straight laced. I
like how he looks with his sleeve tattoos showing but still pretty
dressed up. Honestly, I like him in whatever he’s wearing. I am
that far gone.
We drive for about 30
minutes and I think that we are near where he lived as a boy, but I’m
not sure I do know that Scott and Zane were friends when they were
kids, but lost touch until a few years ago. We pull into the parking
lot of the shop. There’s a neon sign outside, shaped like a gust of
wind with that name of the shop flashing inside of it. It’s pretty
cool. We get out of the car and head towards the front door. There
are a few guys outside and Scott nods and fist bumps with a couple. I
see them checking me out and Scott does too. “This is my
girlfriend, Yasmin,” he tells them in a possessive voice, pulling
me close. They say hello and then we head inside.
I’m overwhelmed when
I walk inside and see the walls covered in tattoo designs. I have
never been in a tattoo shop and it is fascinating. I’m looking
around when I hear a female voice yell, “Scott!” I turn and see
an absolutely gorgeous, tatted up blonde pull him into a hug and kiss
him on the mouth
Scott hugs her tight.
“I missed you so much, Quinn. How are you?”
“I’m doing great
and I missed you too,” she tells him, squeezing his biceps. I would
be jealous or a little freaked out if I didn’t know that Quinn is
Zane’s girlfriend. Scott has told me a lot about both of them.
A tall, handsome guy
with brown wavy hair and big muscles straining against his t-shirt
comes around the corner. “If you are going to put your mouth and
hands on my woman, then I think I should get to put my mouth and
hands on yours.” He smirks at Scott while nodding towards me.
Scott and Quinn turn
toward me and in the next second, I’m the one engulfed in a hug by
Quinn. “Oh my God, you’re Yasmin. Wow, I love your dress.”
“Thanks, Quinn. It’s
great to meet you. Scott talks about you and Zane all the time.”
“Don’t tell them
that, Yas. They’ll think that they are important to me,” Scott
teases and he and Zane do the whole half hug guy thing. He looks at
Zane and adds, “You can hug Yasmin, but any other touching would
not be in your best interest.”
“You think you can
take me, Griffin?” Zane asks, flexing his biceps.
“I
know
that I can’t, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try.” And then
the tension is broken and they are both laughing.
“They are such boys,”
Quinn tells me. “But I love them –Scott like a brother, I mean.”
she adds hastily.
“I know, Quinn.” I
laugh. “Scott has told me how happy you and Zane are together.”
“We
are
happy.” It’s Zane who answers, walking over to us. He turns to
me. “Can I have my hug now?” He opens his arms and I step into
him, laughing. “I hear that you’re making Scott happy too. Thank
you for that Yasmin,” he whispers in my ear before letting me go.
“So, Yas, what do you
think of the shop?” Scott asks me.
“It’s really cool.
I love all of the pictures of tattoos on the walls.” I really do
think it is cool. There are so many styles on display.
“Scott says that you
like his ink,” Zane says and I nod. “Would you like to see where
the magic happens?”
“I would definitely
love to see where you do his tattoos.”
“Follow me,” Quinn
says, grabbing my hand. “Zane is wicked talented, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he is. I love
Scott’s tattoos. They are beautiful.”
“Do you have any
tattoos, Yasmin?” Zane asks as we enter his space.
“No. I’ve never
thought about getting one,” I answer honestly. I look around the
space. A chair that reclines dominates the space. There is a desk
with a computer and printer as well as a drafting table in here as
well. There are what I think are tattoo guns and cabinets too.
“If you ever decide
to get one, I would love to do it for you.”
“So, you really do
want to get your hands on my woman, huh?” Scott tries to look
angry, but I know he’s not.
“Shut the fuck up,
Scott. Would you really want me to go to someone else other than Zane
for a tattoo?” Both Zane and Quinn burst out laughing.
“No. I wouldn’t.”
“Thanks for the
offer. I may take you up on it one day,” I tell Zane. “Is it okay
if I take some pictures in here? And can I take some pictures of you
guys and Scott?”
“Sure, go for it.”
I take a bunch of
pictures of everything and then of Scott, Zane and Quinn in different
combinations. Scott takes some pictures of me with Quinn and Zane and
then Quinn takes some of Scott and me. I enlist one of the other
tattoo artists to take one of all four of us.
We stay at the shop for
a couple of hours, talking and laughing. Zane said that he cleared
his schedule for us and I can tell that Scott appreciates it. We are
sitting in the employee break room on a couch and I have my head
resting on Scott’s shoulder when I can’t hold back a yawn. “Are
you tired, Yas? Why didn’t you say something?”
“You are having fun
with your friends. But, yeah, I am exhausted.”
“Let’s get you back
to the hotel and into bed.” He kisses me on the forehead and then
pulls me up with him.
We say our goodbyes and
there are hugs all around. Quinn and I exchange phone numbers and I
promise to keep in touch with her. We head out of the shop and get
back in the Mustang. I’m asleep before we pull out of the lot.
* * *
Scott
Yas looks so peaceful
sleeping in the passenger seat and I hate to wake her up, but I have
to get her upstairs. I get out of the car and go around to the other
side, where the valet guy has opened her door. I hand my keys off to
the guy and grab the ticket from him before I undo her seat belt and
lift her out of the car. She stirs and then puts her arms around my
neck before closing her eyes again. I carry her into the hotel and
through the lobby to the elevator that will take us to our room.
When we get upstairs, I
fumble a little getting the room key in, but I somehow manage it. I
walk in and carry her to the bed. After I set her down, I run back to
put the deadbolt on the door. I walk back into the bedroom and stare
at her for a minute. She looks so beautiful lying at the edge of the
bed in her sexy dress, with her knees over the side. She told me that
I could peel her dress off of her when we got back to the hotel, but
I was hoping that it would be in a different context.
I don’t really mind,
though. We have the rest of our lives together for that. Wait. Did I
just think about spending the rest of my life with Yas? Yeah, I did
and I know then that this is what I want. To be with Yas always. I
should probably be scared or freaked out, but, I’m not. I’m not
ready to ask the question yet but I
know
that I will ask her one day. I honestly can’t imagine going back to
a life without her.
I reach down and
unclasp her necklace first and put it on the bedside table. She stirs
and opens her eyes. “Scott, I’m sorry. I really did plan on
seducing you tonight. I just felt so tired all of a sudden.” Her
eyes still look tired, so I reassure her.
“It’s okay, baby,
we will have plenty of other nights together. Today
was
amazing. Let me get this dress off of you so you can sleep
comfortably.” I turn her to her side so that I can undo the belt on
her dress and unzip her. I pull it down and gently move her arms out
of the sleeves. She is wearing a lacy black strapless bra that dips
low and closes in the front. Fuck, it’s hot and her tits are
practically spilling out of it. I have to stop for a minute to adjust
myself and take a few deep breaths. I need to let her sleep, but my
cock doesn’t agree with my decision. Once I’ve gotten myself a
little under control, I turn her so that she is lying on her back.
Then, I hold her up with one arm while I pull the dress down past her
hips and all reason leaves me as I see that she is not wearing any
panties. My mind is on the same page with my cock and I stare, trying
to decide how I can do this without being a total bastard.
“Like what you see,
Griffin?” Yasmin says to me. I look up and see her eyes are open
and she has a sexy smile on her face.
“Fuck, yeah, I love
what I see!” I exclaim, pulling her dress the rest of the way down.
My conscience makes me add, “Are you sure that you’re awake
enough?”
She looks up at me
standing between her knees. “Yes, I am. Power naps are underrated.”
I lean over her and
kiss her belly button and then work my way up. When I get to her bra,
I unclasp it and it falls to the side. Her awesome tits are free in
front of me and I take them in my hands, loving their weight. I knead
them and remind her. “Tonight is your show. What do you want?”
She is moving between my legs as I run my thumbs over her hard
nipples. “Do you want me to go down on you?”
“I always want you to
go down on me. You are very good at it despite pretending that you
don’t like doing it.” I chuckle as she continues. “But what I
really want to do right now is ride your cock. First, I need to get
all of these clothes off of your hot body.” She sits up and starts
to unbutton my shirt, pulling it out of my pants.
I continue playing with
her tits while she undresses me. I know she’s getting wetter by the
second because her breasts really do it for her. She’s already
breathing hard. I could probably make her come again like the first
night we were together, but I want to be inside of her first, so I
loosen my grip and whisper my fingers across her instead. She leaves
my shirt on me after it’s unbuttoned and starts on my pants. She
makes quick work of my belt and before I know it, she is pushing my
pants down, but leaving my underwear on. She moves back, reaching for
her purse.
“Baby, what’s
wrong?” I ask, because she usually doesn’t move away from me
while I am playing with her tits.
“Nothing. Everything
is perfect,” she says as she turns and I see her phone in her land,
lifting up to take a picture of me standing there in my unbuttoned
shirt and boxer briefs. “You look so damn hot, I wanted a picture.”
I smirk as she gets up on her knees and takes a couple more pictures
and then puts her phone back in her purse and throws it on the floor.
She moves forward and pushes my shirt off of my shoulders and down my
arms where it falls to the floor. “I love the way you look in your
boxer briefs.” That doesn’t stop her from reaching out and
pulling them down. They pool at my feet with my pants. I push my
shoes off and step out of everything.
I get on the bed and
lay down on my back. “Okay, Yas. I’m all yours. Have your way
with me, woman.”
“Oh, I will, don’t
you worry about that.” She grabs the condoms from the bedside table
and tears one off. “You just lay there and look pretty.” she adds
with a wicked grin.
“Pretty? I do not
look…” I start to say but lose all train of thought when she
takes my cock into her mouth. My hips jump off the bed as I thrust
into her mouth.
She sucks for a few
seconds and then releases me with a pop. “Do you have a problem
with being pretty?” she asks, quirking her eyebrow.
“No, no. I can be
pretty. I’m really pretty.” I would say anything right now.
She throws her head
back and laughs. Then, she tears open the condom and rolls it on me.
She positions herself over me and guides my cock to her entrance. She
slides down and takes me fully into her. If there is a better feeling
in the world, I haven’t felt it. My hands go to her hips as hers
move up my chest. She leans down and kisses me. Our tongues meet and
we kiss for a few minutes. My cock won’t take me sitting still for
long and I can’t fight the urge to thrust. Yas pulls back from me
with a smile on her face. She starts to ride me, rolling her hips. I
meet her with my thrusts. She starts moving faster and I move my
hands from her waist, knowing that I don’t need to help her. She’ll
ride me hard on her own. I use one hand to pinch her right nipple in
between my fingers and move my other hand to her clit. I pinch and
rub her as she starts to go faster and soon she’s slamming up and
down on my cock. My spine is already tingling and I’m trying to
hold back when she starts screaming my name and comes hard. She’s
still moving on me and holding onto my shoulders for leverage as she
shakes. I grab her hips again and thrust hard twice before letting my
orgasm take me. A string of curse words leaves my mouth as she
collapses on me.