Haleigh's Ink (18 page)

He could feel Kyle fucking her. The jostle of her body as he
bottomed out and the slide of his dick against the thin barrier separating
them. This is what he and Kyle had been missing. Someone they could both love,
cherish and pleasure. Haleigh was their missing piece. And damn if they didn’t
fit together perfectly.

“Scott?” Haleigh gasped, and Scott realized he had been
staring at Kyle after he’d released Haleigh from his possessive kiss.

“Yeah, baby?” Scott ran his palms up her sides, over the
scars. Caressing them, loving them, along with the rest of her. She was bound
and unable to stop him or flee from his desire. He would come later just
remembering her tied tightly in his rope.

She bucked against him until he was flush behind her,
holding her still. The angle in which he was fucking her became steeper and she
arched beneath him. “Kiss Kyle. Please. I want to see you kiss him. I want to
see it up close. I need to come so bad, please.”

Without even knowing it, her needs not only matched theirs
but gave Kyle the acceptance he needed. Scott knew he would love her forever.
He bit at her ear on the way to own Kyle’s mouth. It was a bit of a stretch but
it was fucking worth it. He sucked Kyle’s tongue, nipped his lips and Kyle
grabbed onto his shoulder as he pushed up into Haleigh’s pussy.

Scott leaned slightly away, putting a leg up to steady
himself. He brought her head over to meet their mouths. “Kiss us,” he ordered
and she greedily licked at both of their mouths. Sensation gripped Scott by the
balls and electricity shot along his spine toward his shaft as Haleigh’s ass
clamped down once. Hard.

“Scott, I’m…”

“Come, princess.”

“Yes,” she wailed. Her body fought against the dual
penetration and she bucked violently as the orgasm raced through her limbs. She
screamed, digging her head into Scott’s shoulder. He held her flush to him as
he pushed into her tight sheath and held himself there. Her muscles squeezed
the orgasm from his cock and he actually went lightheaded as a tingling
sensation he’d never experienced lit up across his flesh, sparking at the base
of his spine and then radiating throughout his torso, limbs and head.

“Fuck…” he heard Kyle groan and his cock kicked inside
Haleigh as he filled her with his seed. They both pulled out, pushing inside
again. Sometimes smooth, other times jerky, as they rode her through their
mating.

“I’m never going to get enough of this. Us.” It was Kyle who
spoke through gritted teeth but Scott knew exactly what he meant.

Long moments later, Scott fell to the side of the bed,
taking Haleigh with him. Kyle followed suit and Scott could still feel him
buried within her soft body.

Haleigh’s breathing sawed in and out of her and then she
sighed as Scott slipped free. “I could feel it,” she muttered, lying limp as
Scott walked around and untied her. “The piercing on your cock. I could feel it
inside me. I…liked it.”

“Amazing, huh?” Kyle asked as he withdrew from the slick
confines of her well-used pussy. She smiled up at him, then Scott approached
the bed. He tipped her onto her back, opening her thighs and settling between
them.

“What are you doing?” she asked as a hint of that blush
worked its way up her neck and cheeks.

“Cleaning you.” And he used his mouth along with a warm
washcloth on her swollen flesh.

She watched him. “For someone who said he doesn’t know how
to be gentle, you keep proving it time and time again.” Haleigh laughed and
both men looked at each other and then over to her.

“What’s so funny?” Kyle asked.

“I was just congratulating myself on not passing out. I’m pretty
proud.”

“No worries,” Scott stated. He threw the washrag somewhere
in the vicinity of the doorway. He licked her clit, flashing her a wolfish
grin. “The night’s still young…”

“Why do you call me ‘princess’?”

Scott blinked up from the drawing he’d been so focused on he
hadn’t heard her approach. Haleigh stepped forward wearing one of Kyle’s shirts
she must have snagged from his bag. He hoped like hell she wasn’t wearing
anything else. He’d been up for several hours but decided to let them sleep.
They’d all had a very long night and were exhausted after not falling asleep
until sometime after dawn.

“At first it was to annoy you,” he answered with his
characteristic honesty that bordered on rude. He set the thin Sharpie he’d been
using aside, scooted his chair away from the table and gestured for her to join
him.

Her feet made a soft noise as she shuffled toward him. He
kissed her mouth, tugging her to settle on his lap. “Now, it’s because you
remind me of a fairy tale. When I first walked out of the office and saw you
standing there in the shop, you were like something out of a movie. You were so
beautiful I was speechless.”

The color in her eyes darkened and she sighed, kissing him
back. “You and speechless have surely never seen the light of day together.”

“Just don’t tell Kyle that I admitted it or I’ll never hear
the end of it.”

“Hear what? That she knocked you on your ass?” Scott turned
as Kyle sauntered out of the bathroom. Hair mussed from sleep, smile tilting
his lips and jeans hung low on his hips revealing a six-pack many a man or
woman would pay to own.

Scott tightened his hold on Haleigh’s thigh as he kissed the
side of her neck. “She did just that.”

Kyle kissed Haleigh sweetly on the mouth, then Scott, and
sat down at the big black table along the wall Scott had been working at.

“What’s all this?” Kyle asked, pointing to the drawings.

Scott rearranged Haleigh on his lap so he could face the
table and the papers that were scattered across the surface. Most were black-ink
outlines but three had color on them.

“It’s the ideas I’ve got for our tattoos. I woke up thinking
about them. Decided to get them on paper while they were still fresh in my
mind.”

Haleigh smoothed her palm along a colorful butterfly and
seemed stunned for a minute. She looked up at Scott and smiled. “It’s like the
wings on your ink.”

He nodded and pointed under the wings. “What about the
flower underneath?” he questioned.

She studied the beautiful red rose that the butterfly
hovered over. It was a stationary picture yet somehow he’d captured movement.
She noticed the petals separating from the others on one side. They floated up
and away across the paper. It was some of his best work, and he couldn’t wait
to get it on her.

“It’s my vision. What I imagined to get me through. Oh,
Scott…it’s beautiful.”

“It’s what I saw in my head as you described what you went
through, what you pictured. The stem of the rose is the same tribal detail as
Kyle’s ink. It’s a tattoo of all of us.”

She placed her mouth on his, spreading warmth past his lips.
It was a kiss filled with love and appreciation and Scott couldn’t ask for
anything more, especially when Kyle wove his fingers between his and held
tight.

Haleigh ran her nose along Scott’s and then looked at her
picture again.

“Yours is right there, Kyle.” Scott nodded toward another
piece of paper farther across the table. It held the vague outline of the ink
he already had on his chest but the center was filled in with a similar
butterfly to Haleigh’s. Just a more masculine version of it.

“It’s perfect, man.” Scott heard the emotion in Kyle’s voice
and breathed in a sigh of contentment at the two people who completed him.

“We’ll have to discuss color,” Scott said after clearing his
throat. “I pictured your rose red and burnt-orange, Haleigh, and the butterfly
purple or maybe several colors. A rainbow of colors since you’re so full of
life. And I thought maybe a gradient of reds on yours, Kyle. Matching Haleigh’s
rose. That way you’ll be tied together, permanently.”

“What about you?” Haleigh asked as her eyes swam with
emotion. She turned to face him. “What do you want?”

He nodded at the last piece of paper with color on it. Kyle
picked it up, studied it, placing it in front of Haleigh.

Simon, as he sat on Scott’s skin already, came alive on the
piece of plain paper, but the wings had been filled in starting with purple in
the center, which slowly faded until the outer edges were a decadent red.
Several of the feathers had also been filled in with the same pattern as Kyle’s
tattoo.

Haleigh leaned closer to the drawing, and then pointed to
Simon’s feet. “You changed it, didn’t you?” She pushed the paper back to Kyle,
who picked it up and smiled broadly.

“They’re Haleigh’s petals, aren’t they? You’re going to let
me change the blood to petals.”

Scott nodded once and knew it was the right thing to do.
“Yeah. I want you to know you’ll never be alone in your fight, Haleigh. If
anything ever changes with your condition and you have to wage war again, I’ll
be here hunkered down in the trenches with you.”

“Me, too, Butterfly,” Kyle added as he stroked along her
cheek.

“Now, there are a few things we need to discuss, before we
show you how badly we need to be inside you right now.” Scott sucked in a
breath when she shifted in his lap, rubbing against his groin. He concentrated,
reining in his need to fuck her senseless before continuing. “You still live
with your parents?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t feel like home anymore. I feel like I’m
living under a microscope there, like they’re waiting for the other shoe to
drop. Hopefully that will change in the future and we can repair our
relationship, but right now… I want to find me, without worrying that I’m
disappointing them. I’ve worked so long to be what they expect, but it’s time I
do that for myself. Plus, it’s where I recovered, and I don’t want to be
surrounded with the memories any longer. I’ve already started searching for an
apartment.”

“And you owe it to yourself to do that and more.” He ran his
palm along her smooth inner thigh and underneath the edge of her shirt, moving
ever closer to where he wanted to stay good and buried. “Where do you feel like
you’re home, Haleigh? Where do you want to be so you can find out who you are?”

She stared at him, before glancing at Kyle. “Here. I feel
like I’m home when I’m with both of you.”

Kyle clasped her hand tight and brought her knuckles to his
lips. “That is exactly where we want you to be. We want you to move into the
condo with us and here at the club.”

“We talked about it last night while you were asleep,” Scott
added as the silky skin of her thigh trembled beneath his fingertips. “Now that
we found you, we don’t want to let you go, and we want you here with us.
Immediately.”

“I like the sound of that.” Haleigh’s smile lit up the room.

“Something else we haven’t talked about is work. Do you have
a job that we need to coordinate? We need to discuss schedules and what you do
during the day. We’re predominantly busy at night, although we have the
occasional client who needs work done in the afternoon.”

“I actually wanted to talk to you both about that. About
helping out at the shop if you’d let me.”

“We get crazy busy at times,” Scott admitted. “We could
always use the help but I can’t exactly picture you busting out a tattoo, or
piercing bellybuttons on the barely past tweeners we get in.”

“That wasn’t exactly the help I wanted to provide. I’ve got
something I want to show you, something I’ve alluded to a couple times.”
Haleigh stood and walked toward her bag.

Scott called after her. “The shop isn’t much. I know there
are nicer places that you could work but I love the idea of you being there
with us.”

Haleigh faced the men still seated at the table with her
hands on her hips, and wrinkled her nose, making her look like an avenging
fairy. “Scott Preston, don’t you dare sell yourselves or Inkfluence short. It’s
an amazing place you’ve built with your own blood and sweat. People go there
because they like the place and respect your talent.” She continued across the
floor, leaving Scott with his mouth hanging open. He wouldn’t admit to liking
it when he didn’t know what to say to her.

“Knocked you on your ass again, huh?” Kyle joked, shoving
Scott’s shoulder.

“She’s like a one-woman wrecking crew. As soon as I’m sure I
have her figured out and she’s this sweet little thing, she goes all
territorial female on one of us. Damned if it isn’t sexy as hell on her, too.”
It was Scott’s turn to tunnel a hand through his hair. His heart wasn’t the
only thing to stand up and pay attention to her commanding attitude. His cock
hardened behind his jeans as she walked back over, holding a large black
zippered portfolio.

“I’ve been working on something and I want to get your
opinions.” They moved Scott’s art out of the way, making room for her case. She
unzipped it, flipping it open. “I love taking pictures. Telling stories with a
single frame. It’s something I’m kind of good at.”

Kyle stood and walked around the table to stand by Scott,
who had already risen to study the first photo. It was a simple 8x10 photograph
filled with sun peeking through clouds but she caught it at exactly the right
time, making the sky appear like water. Kyle ran his fingers over it, Scott was
certain, to see if the surface of the paper rippled as well.

They flipped through the pages, studying each one. Most of
her pictures were taken outside. Gnarled tree branches, buildings throughout
town that he’d never noticed were so beautiful. People’s faces at the park a
few blocks from the shop, so stark with emotion it made you hold your breath as
you took it all in.

“‘Kind of good’ describes pictures of screaming kids at
Wally World. ‘Kind of good’ is taking photos at a buddy’s house at a barbeque.
Haleigh, this is way past ‘kinda good’,” Kyle announced. He flipped to a new
section. Both men paused and leaned closer to the paper.

The wings on Scott’s shoulders were immortalized in black
and white and tingles ran up his spine. Seeing the ink through her eyes… His
tat was something he’d always been proud of, but it was grander through her
perspective. He was humbled at what she’d ensnared through the lens of her
camera and stunned by the level of talent she demonstrated capturing something
so personal to him.

“I took some photos at the shop the other day before I
photographed you,” she told Kyle. “When I contacted Max and Cheyenne with their
photos, they both insisted on paying me for copies of them. I tried to refuse
but they wouldn’t take no for an answer. They must have shown friends the
photos and then given them my number because ever since, I’ve gotten a pretty
steady stream of calls asking me if I would take pictures for them too. How
could I say no? It’s exactly what I want to do.”

She flipped to the photos of Max’s Gretel, and the tree on
Cheyenne’s side. The tree bark looked as if it grew along her body. Each
picture was different than what Scott expected it to be. In his mind he
expected something flat but they were alive on the paper. It shocked him,
witnessing what she captured in each of them. They were amazingly real.

“I want to set up a better website for you, take pictures of
some of the art to post. Maybe videos too, so people can know what to expect.
Maybe a little about each artist so they can
meet
you guys before they
arrive? Some of the people who contacted me tried to go to other places. They
felt judged, the same as I had. They wanted to be photographed by someone who
understood them, not someone who looked down their nose at them.” She ran her
fingers over the photograph of one her new friends, who had a mosaic of flowers
covering her entire thigh.

“I get them. Get why they want to put something on their
skin that’s beautiful and personal. Permanent.”

Scott stared at her. Saw the passion in her gaze as she
spoke of the photographs and the clients’ reasons behind each of them.

“So I’d like to set up a small studio somewhere close where
I can take pictures a bit more formally. I’ve got a trust from my grandparents
that my parents can’t touch if they decide to disown me. I want to be able to
create something and make people feel beautiful.”

“You’re an artist,” Kyle whispered as he examined several
more pictures.

“No, I’m not. I take photos of something someone else
created.”

“That’s true. But I bet a lot of magazines would kill for
some of these shots. They might contract with you to do some of their photo
shoots.”

“You think they’re good enough? That any of the magazines
would like to see them?”

Her entire countenance radiated hope and life, making Scott
grin. He kissed her thoroughly, shifting her to stand between him and the
table, tucking his pelvis close to her backside. The presence of his rigid cock
didn’t go unnoticed, if the tilt of her hips against him was any indication.

“Hell yes I do. A lot of guys from several of the magazines
would love them. We might be convinced to put a few good words in for you. For
a fee, of course.”

Scott took her wrists, placed each palm flat on the table,
sliding the end of her shirt up slowly until her delectable ass was revealed
one tasty inch at a time.

“A fee, huh?” Her question came out a breathy moan. She
arched, causing her pussy to flatten against Scott’s dick, while he palmed her
thighs.

“We also hang out with the people that put on the NTA
convention,” Kyle added as he closed her book.

“NTA?”

“National Tattoo Association. They have a convention every
April and I bet they would like to know about your talents. They could use you
for their brochures and taking pictures at the actual event. We’ll have to tack
on a bit more for introducing you, though. It’s all very above-board, you
understand.” Scott caressed the slick folds of her weeping pussy as Kyle moved
closer.