Inked Ever After (19 page)

She smirked and put a nurse cap on her head. “Like it? I
thought we’d never get a better chance to enact this particular fantasy of
yours in a more realistic setting, you know, with all the equipment around
beeping and the hospital bed. You’ve been so grouchy since this morning when
the doc said you had to stay until tomorrow, I thought this would cheer you
up.”

Cheer him up? His fucking hospital gown was tenting already.

It was difficult but somehow he got his throat to work.
“Where did you get this outfit from?”

“Elle.”

Fucking figured.

“I couldn’t get on the red pumps. My feet are still too sore
for that,” she said, signaling to her flats. He clenched his jaw. He loved her
in heels, but the contrast of that dress with her sensible shoes made his dick
throb even harder.

His heart was beating triple speed, and he was glad he
wasn’t hooked to any machine; otherwise it would have exploded and alerted the
personnel. Which brought him back to reality.

“Tate, my love, I know I’m shooting myself in the foot, but
this is a hospital. People barge in the room all the time.” He didn’t give a
fuck if they caught him with his dick pointing to the sky and leaking, but he
didn’t want her to be embarrassed.

“They are done with their evening rounds. We have a good
hour. As much as I appreciate your ass in this hospital gown, it will have to
go.”

He thought about it for about a thousandth of a second. Then
he literally jumped to his feet and chucked it. “Yes, ma’am.”

He buried his hands in her hair and kissed her, pushing
inside her mouth, his tongue sucking at hers, until she pulled away.

“Lie down,” she whispered as she directed him toward the
bed. “You shouldn’t exert yourself. Doctor’s orders.”

He followed her, his eager dick leading the way. He’d been
run over, but at that moment he didn’t feel a single bruise or cut.

She waited for him to climb onto the bed and then straddled
his hips, careful not to put any weight on him.

When he reached for her, she slapped him. “I don’t think so,
Mr. Bowen. I’m in charge here. Don’t make me call an orderly to restrain you.”

His mouth twitched. “Oh, I’d pay money to see you do that.”
And then he would have to beat the crap out of the guy for ogling his woman.

She ignored his comment and, grabbing him by his wrists, put
his arms down to the bed. “Be a good patient and let me take care of you.
You’ll find working with me quite satisfying.”

He said the only thing he could. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy. Now I shall treat your boo-boos,” she said with a
smirk. “You seem to have many. Where does it hurt the most?”

“What do you think?” He looked pointedly to his lap, his
cock straining toward her, and she giggled.

“I see. Well, let me feel you up for any other injuries
before I tackle the big one.” With featherlight touches, she caressed and
kissed him all over, except for where he needed her desperately.

By the time she was done with his upper body, he was
sweating, his cock was hurting like a motherfucker, and his fingers were
fucking numb from clutching the bed so hard.

“Tate. Now,” he ordered, lifting his hips.

“Open your legs, baby.” She scooted down, her lips brushing
his lower abdomen, her soft hair all over him.

He obeyed.

“Knees up,” she instructed, moving to kneel between his legs.

He complied again, his gaze darting to the door as she
leaned on him. Shit. He was so turned on, and his ears were so badly roaring,
he wasn’t going to hear anyone entering the room until they were ringside
gawking at the show.

She didn’t tease; she took him in her hot, wet mouth, and he
completely forgot where they were. She lavished his cock with attention, her
cool hands working the base, her sweet lips the head.

“Fuck, baby. I’m so ready I won’t last very long.”

She licked him, swirling her tongue around his crown and
then sucking him into her tight throat while she moved to tease his balls,
nails gently raking them as he gritted his teeth and tried his damnedest not to
come.

“Come here, princess. Sit on my face. Let me give you
pleasure too.”

The bed was a bit upright, so a sixty-nine would be
something of a challenge. Whatever. He remembered pulling off much trickier
positions. He’d wrap his arms around her waist and hold her upside down if need
be for a chance to wallow in her girlie juices as she sucked his cock.

She had other plans, though. “You already give me pleasure,
James. And this is all for you.”

She continued blowing him the way he liked it, while he
fisted the sheets and tried not to explode every time he felt her lips on the
base of his cock or her moans reverberating through his shaft or her throat
squeezing him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. And so fucking sexy. Love how
you swallow my cock,” he said on a harsh groan. From his position he could see
her boobs almost spilling from the dress’s low neck. And her erect nipples
straining against the cloth.

He was about to reach for her when suddenly from the corner
of his eye he noticed some movement, and some distant voices registered. He
turned to the door. Oh shit, he could see a shadow through the glass panel.
Fuck, someone was talking in front of their door. He froze, unable to breathe.
Unable to move either.

“Tate.”

She looked up, turned to the door, and stared at it for a
couple of seconds. Then grinned at him and went back to sucking his cock, who
didn’t seem to give a damn about their current predicament. Oh hell. He wanted
to say something, but he was too busy having a massive heart attack. He would
have sagged in relief when the shadows and the chatter moved away, but he
couldn’t. Tate was between his legs sucking the hell out of him. He was wound
so tight, he actually felt as if he’d stuck his cock in a socket, live
electricity roaring through every nerve and muscle.

She brought him to the precipice twice, but didn’t let him
take the plunge, easing him down each time until he was out of his mind with
the need to come.

“Now,” he growled, his body shaking from the strain.

Looking up at him, she separated her thighs and reached
between her legs. Holy fucking shit. She pushed her fingers inside her, and
with her mouth full of his cock, she touched herself. Before he really
understood what was happening, she pulled out from her pussy and slipped one
lubricated finger into his ass to the second knuckle, his untried back door
clenching instinctively.

James tensed all over. “Tate—”

He couldn’t say anything else, because she began caressing
with the pad of her finger somewhere inside him, gently but insistently, while
her mouth worked his cock. The orgasm that had been brewing at the base of his
spine for some time roared to life, unexpected and undeniable, jolting the
nerve endings in his body all at once.

He reached for Tate, holding her head to him, while she
moaned and sucked him harder.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed as all his muscles
tightened at the same time, and he began coming uncontrollably, the wave of
pleasure tearing through him, liquefying his bones. He shot his cum inside
Tate’s mouth in what felt like a single, continuous spurt that lasted for
fucking ever.

It was the longest orgasm he’d ever had. Or maybe he had
several. Fuck if he knew. By the time he could finally muster the strength to
open his eyes, his body was buzzing with residual pleasure, his mind felt
foggy, and his jaw hurt from clenching it so hard to stop himself from
shouting.

Tate had cleaned his cock and was on all fours on top of
him, her arms holding her weight off his chest.

“Prostate orgasm. You liked it?”

He fisted her hair and brought her down to him. “Your ass is
so fucked.”

She batted her eyelashes innocently. “I thought it would get
spanked.”

Yeah, right. “We are upgrading, baby.”

He took her mouth in a hard kiss, loving the taste of
himself on her.

“I’m going to fuck this tight ass, you can be sure of that,
and you will love it, but not now.” Forcing her weight on him, he rolled her to
her back. “Now you’re going to wrap these sexy legs of yours around me and hold
tight while I come deep inside your pussy.”

She glanced toward the door, then toward the wall clock.
“James—”

Yeah, this was no place. He jackknifed, and lifting her, he
stood up.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked. “You’re not supposed to
strain yourself. Let me down.”

Strain himself? He was so high on endorphins he could take
an army right now.

“I need to be inside you, princess,” he said with a growl as
he strode to the bathroom. Once there, he closed the door and pinned her to it.
“You had your fun. And it was fantastic, in a totally crazy, fucking risky,
extremely kinky way, but you need to remember I do all the fucking.”

“Baby, your ribs,” she complained, but he silenced her with
his mouth. He ripped her panties off, and hoisting her up, he entered her, the
feel of her tight muscles parting for him zapping his brain. Fuck, she was hot
and damp, more than ready for him. And that was good, because he was past
foreplay.

He shouldn’t be even conscious after the way he’d come just
minutes ago, much less hard and ready to go again, but he was. Painfully hard.

Holding her by her ass cheeks, he fucked her hard and deep,
hammering her into the door, dragging himself over her clit with every thrust,
while she panted against his lips and her nails seared his shoulders. He would
have loved to make her come a couple of times, but the second her release hit her
and her pussy gripped him in a sharp contraction, he lost it and with a roar,
went over with her.

Afterward, they were both trembling, clinging to each other
for dear life.

“Wow, that was some door banging,” she whispered, her pussy
still gently spasming around him.

“Any complaints?”

She chuckled softly. “No, James. No complaints whatsoever.”

Good, because he was what he was.

“Did
I
hurt you?”
she asked.

He shook his head. No pain. He was in fucking heaven. “I
can’t believe you gave me a blowjob, in a hospital, dressed like that. And
violated my ass on top of everything else.”

She rolled her eyes and wiggled her index finger in front of
him. “Don’t be a crybaby. Hardly a ten-inch-long black rubber dildo, honey.”

He laughed. Fuck did he love this woman.

“And you liked it. Came like crazy,” she whispered against
his lips.

“Well, the last time a nurse was in my ass—anyone, for that
matter—I was six and about to get a suppository.”

She smirked. “I hope this has been a vast improvement over
that experience. If one takes into consideration the explosive way you came
down my throat, I’d say it was.”

He shook with laughter. “Anyone could have walked in on us.
What would you have said?”

“That I was on an exchange program?” God, she was fucking
nuts. “Besides, no one would have walked in on us,” she continued, her eyes
flashing with mischief. “I have Max standing guard at the door.”

“What the fuck?” he all but yelled, horrified.

Now she openly laughed. “Kidding, baby. I said to the night
nurse I wanted to tell you something and that I needed some privacy.”

Minx. He looked her over. Her sexy dress was bunched to her
waist. The cap was gone, the stethoscope too; only God knew where they were,
because he sure as hell had no clue.

“So? What do you want to tell me?”

“That I love you,” she whispered. “And that I hope it’s an
urban legend that you can’t get an epidural when you have a tattoo covering the
base of your spine, because if not, in roughly eight months, I’m going to be
screaming and kicking your ass to kingdom come.”

James froze. “Are you saying…?”

She nodded. “You knocked me up. Barely a month since I’ve
stopped using my diaphragm, and I’m already pregnant. Talk about single-minded
little fellows.”

Suddenly he couldn’t feel his legs. Afraid he’d drop her, he
grabbed her by the ass and moved her to the counter.

He leaned his forehead to hers, his hands at either side of
her neck. “We’re having a baby,” he said in awe while she nodded again, smiling
wide.

He kissed her mouth long and sweet, then dusted kisses all
over her face. “When did you find out?”

“Just this morning. I wanted to tell you tomorrow when you
came home, over dinner, but, well, considering the way our relationship has
developed, me telling you important stuff while limp and sated, with my legs
open and you deep inside me, it’s kind of fitting. Screw the more proper,
dignified manner. I like your barbarian side.”

“I love you, princess,” he whispered against her lips, his
hand on her stomach. “So fucking much I’m lost without you.”

“I love you too, James.”

He dropped to his knees.

She jerked, alarmed. “You okay? Are your ribs hurting? The
stitches in your abdomen?”

He shook his head and planted his face on her stomach. No,
nothing was hurting.

“I am inked on your skin, and my baby is inside you. I’ve
never been better—ever, princess.”

He stayed in that position for a while, breathing her in,
kissing her stomach. Then something came to mind, and he started laughing.

“What?”

He lifted his gaze to her. “Look at us. We’re in the bathroom
of a hospital. I’m banged up and naked, kneeling between your legs. My ass
sore. You’re wearing the sexiest, smuttiest nurse dress I’ve ever seen, my cum
dripping down your inner thighs. Just came to mind that if our child ever asks
how you told me you were pregnant, we’ll get creative and lie.”

“Can you explain to me how come Kai has gone from being my
tattoo artist to being your sister’s date to our rehearsal dinner, and I
presume our wedding? Not that I have anything against it. I’m just wondering,”
James whispered to Tate, who was sitting on his lap.