Twisted ink a why choose.., p.9
Twisted Ink: A Why Choose Romance, page 9
I grinned at her, lifting her hand to my lips, and kissing the inside of her wrist. She swallowed, and I watched the muscles of her neck move as her lips parted. “I’m interested, Rey.” I kissed her pulse again. “Very, very interested.”
Chapter 9 – Reyna
“After you.” Parker grinned seductively as he opened the door to the Uber. We stayed at the bar, huddled in our secluded corner while we played a tempting game of twenty questions that turned more into truth and dare without the raunchy dares. I had enough margaritas to feel brave and excited about what the future with Parker and Dallin held for me, and hopeful enough to think that maybe Trey would join eventually.
I didn’t know him like I did Parker, thanks to our evening of exploration. But there was something about him that called to me, even without knowing his story. I wanted him to be a part of this because he was important to Parker and Dallin, and I wanted to be able to give them what they needed.
And they needed Trey.
They also trusted that he’d come back when he was ready, so I had to trust in them. In the meantime, I was going to embrace this new freedom, as Dallin called it, and pray that I didn’t lose the man I loved over men that I simply lusted for.
But jeez, did I lust for them.
My body had been burning with arousal since Dallin texted me with my instructions to meet them for drinks. Mix in the alcohol, Parker’s gentle touches, and Dallin’s dirty words, and I was an inferno inside.
As I slid into the back seat of our Uber, sandwiched between the two men, pressed tightly against their bodies, my thighs began to quiver from pressing them together so tightly trying to create enough friction to pleasure myself without them noticing.
But Dallin always noticed.
He had his arm thrown behind me on the seat with his fingertips against Parker’s neck in the dark back seat. The driver, a young guy with a green mohawk, was more than happy to ignore us with his headphones in as he drove through the crowded nightlife-filled streets towards our home.
Dallin leaned down until his lips were against my ear and sucked the lobe between his lips. “Put your leg over my knee.”
I swallowed as the inferno in my stomach sank lower to the girly parts inside of me, and I obeyed. I gently uncrossed my legs and laid one over Dallin’s long leg, parting my thighs enough to get cool air against the dampness of my panties. Parker watched me from the other side as Dallin’s fingers traced an invisible pattern over the skin of his neck. The touch was intimate and one of past lovers, but I didn’t feel the jealousy I would have if it had been with anyone else. It was arousing to watch them touch and it was just a simple caress of his neck. What would it be like to watch them have sex?
Dallin slid the palm of his free hand across my knee and then slowly down the inside of my thigh as my breath caught in my throat. His fingers traced the outside silk of my panties and he growled “Fucking soaked for us.”
It was ridiculous to be embarrassed, but I kept my eyes on the rearview mirror, waiting for the driver to notice what was happening behind him, but he never once glanced up. The windows were so dark that no one standing on the crowded streets could see in the dark car, but it was still taboo enough to be so close to so many people while my boyfriend stroked the tip of his finger over my pussy.
“Let me help you out here, man,” Parker said, sliding his palm under my other knee and lifting it over his knee, spreading my legs wider for Dallin’s hand. Feeling Parker’s skin on mine while Dallin pulled my panties to the side and ran his bare fingers against my wet clit had my toes curling in ecstasy. “Fuck, I can smell how sweet you are from here.” Parker groaned, tightening his hand on my knee, and pulling my leg wider while I panted in wild abandon.
“I want you to come before we get to the house,” Dallin instructed in his deep growl, sliding a finger inside of me, making my eyes flutter closed as my fingers wrapped around his wrist. I rocked my hips, riding his hand without abandon, ignoring the embarrassment that tried to burn inside of me as Parker watched.
One look up at him from under my lashes as I rode Dallin’s fingers had me parting my lips and moaning. His brown eyes were nearly black from how big his pupils were as he watched us. He licked his lips and worked his jaw back and forth as he stared down at me. “I want to kiss you so fucking bad.” He hissed like he was pained by it.
“Do it.” Dallin demanded, “Keep her quiet while I make her come.”
I looked back and forth between them, as we all sat on the edge of no return, waiting for Parker to make the move I desperately wanted him to. “Do you want me to kiss you, Rey?” He asked, sliding his hand over my jaw to tip my face to his until our lips were only an inch apart. “Do you want to taste me while you orgasm?”
“Yes.” I nodded my head feverishly, “Please.”
“Good girl.” He smirked, before tilting his head and pressing his lips to mine as Dallin added a second finger inside of me. I gasped at how good it felt and Parker slid his tongue against mine before biting my bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. “Does your pussy taste as sweet as your mouth, Baby Girl?” He growled, tightening his hand around the back of my neck, and kissing me again.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Dallin groaned, kissing my bare shoulder as I turned my torso towards Parker for better access to his lips.
It had been almost four years since I kissed another man, thanks to a dry spell before I met Dallin and with my boyfriend’s hands and lips on me, encouraging me as I did it, it was all too much.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered as my jaw went lax. Dallin circled my clit with his thumb just how I liked, and my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. “Yes.” I hissed, rocking on his hand while Parker deepened our kiss, absorbing every moan as I shuddered in their arms.
“You’re so sexy when you come.” Parker whispered moments later as I panted against his lips, “I could feel your pleasure through your mouth like I was experiencing it myself.”
“You’re perfect.” Dallin praised, sliding his fingers from my body and leisurely stroking my clit until I jerked and twitched from the oversensitivity. He slid my panties back over my pussy and righted my skirt before leaning against my body and lifting his wet fingers in front of us. “Care for a taste, man?”
Parker groaned and looked at me before lowering his lips to Dallin’s outstretched fingers. My soul left my body the second Parker’s tongue slid up the length of Dallin’s long finger before sucking the tip of his as his eyes closed, and he moaned.
I had never in my life seen something more erotic, and even though I just came, my pussy clenched in anger that she was empty when two sexy men were so near. She was such a needy cunt when she wanted to be.
“I think I just died and went to heaven,” I whispered in complete awe as Parker stared at me while he sucked Dallin’s second finger clean. I chanced a glance at Dallin and his jaw was clenched tight as he stared at Parker with such longing in his slate-grey eyes. “Kiss him,” I demanded, unsure where I got the nerve or the balls. “Please,” I looked over at Parker and then back to Dallin. “I need to see you two kiss more than I need air.”
“Can’t let the girl suffocate,” Parker smirked before something else crossed his face as he stared at Dallin.
Was it uncertainty?
Or nervousness?
But it was gone the second Dallin leaned over me, as Parker met him halfway. I half imagined they would kiss in a macho manly aggressive slamming of their lips together, like they were fighting for dominance, but they didn’t.
It was slow, and tentative as they both tilted their heads and explored the motion like they had forgotten how to do it with each other. Dallin’s tongue slid against Parker’s bottom lip and my arousal spiked as Parker opened to him.
“Oh my God.” I panted, sliding my hand brazenly up Dallin’s thigh to where I knew I’d find the thickness of his cock. “You’re so hard, D.” I exulted as Parker growled and covered my hand with his, squeezing it around Dallin’s cock. I didn’t feel left out as they kissed so passionately, one because I was sitting between them still, but two because it didn’t feel like a competition between partners.
It was dizzying to feel so included and yet be simply spectating.
I no longer cared about the driver or the crowd on the streets, it was Nashville after all. Weirder things happened every day.
So I let my buzzed brain embolden me and leaned forward to run my tongue up the side of Dallin’s neck to his ear as Parker and I massaged his erection. “Fuck, baby.” Dallin growled, “If you two keep this up I’m going to come in my pants.”
“Or you could just fill your girl up with it.” Parker countered, pulling back to smirk down at me.
"Our girl." Dallin corrected him panting and flexing his hips up into our hands. “Seriously though, you two have to stop. Rey wanted to take this slow, and I’m about to bend you both over the hood of this car and take turns fucking you.”
“I don’t hate that idea.” I prodded him but then sighed and leaned back in the seat, pulling my hand free of his cock. “But you’re right.” I looked over at Parker and smiled apologetically. “I think I let myself take it too far. I’m sorry.”
“There’s no such thing as too far, Rey.” Parker leaned back but put his hand on my knee that I had managed to close against my other one at some point. “It’s just what you’re comfortable with, don’t apologize. I’m not mad in the least.”
“Me either.” Dallin added, “Tonight has solidified everything I was afraid to admit for the last two years. This was meant to happen, this way, with all of us. Even if it got messy along the way. Once Trey joins, we’ll have it all.”
“I can’t believe I just did all of that.” I shook my head as shyness started to weigh down on me. Thank God our driver was so used to it that what we just did didn’t even pique his interest enough to watch.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Parker asked with a raised brow.
“Immensely.” I nodded with a shy smile.
“What was your favorite part?” Dallin asked. “Or what surprised you the most?”
I thought about it for a second and then answered truthfully. “How hot watching you two together got me,” I smirked and bit my lip. “I didn’t feel left out, but I wanted to join in so badly. Like I wanted to immerse myself in the two of you and never come up for air.”
The Uber rounded a corner and the neon signs outside of Dallin’s shop filled the car’s interior as we stopped at the curb. “Fuck it’s going to hurt walking up the steps with this.” Dallin joked, pulling his jeans away from the very visible erection straining down his leg.
Parker snorted and opened his door, “Not as bad as my blue balls will.” He held his hand out and helped me slide from the backseat as Dallin walked around the back of the car. “But I wouldn’t take it back for a second.” He winked down at me as Dallin pulled me against his side when I shivered from the heat in Parker’s stare.
“What happens now?” I asked hesitantly. The door to our home was ten feet away, and the bravado I’d felt in the car ten minutes ago faded with my buzz leaving me horny and needy, but shy and uncertain.
“Now, we go upstairs, order the greasiest take out on the block, and gorge ourselves until we’re too full to fuck and then pass out.” Parker nodded surely and Dallin tipped his head back to laugh.
“I like that idea, but you don’t get to pick the takeout, you have terrible taste.” D teased him.
“Fuck off,” Parker punched Dallin’s shoulder as I unlocked the stairwell door with the code. “I have great taste.”
“Terrible taste,” Dallin argued. “Except in women.” He slapped my ass playfully as I started up the stairs ahead of them. “In this single case, you have impeccable taste. But in everything else, you’re like a raccoon, literally willing to consume anything.”
“I’m not a fucking trash panda, you feral badger.” Parker lobbed back and I giggled at their banter as we walked into the apartment.
The stress of what lay ahead a minute ago melted off my shoulders as they allowed their lifelong friendship to pave the way and ease my anxiety. It was the best of both worlds, friendship, and relationship.
I suddenly understood the arrangement that they had when they were nomads so much better.
I also understood why Trey was hesitant to add a female to the mix when for two decades he had just the two guys to enjoy life with.
“I’m going to get sweatpants on if there is going to be junk food ordered,” I said as I walked down the hallway to my bedroom. As I slid off the dress and sexy lingerie, trading them for a set of cotton joggers and a semi-thin and revealing camisole, I started planning how I was going to convince Trey I could be good for the three of them.
I’d prove to him that I could handle them, and their dark brooding personalities, and convince him to give us a chance.
Because Dallin and Parker thought I was good for them, and I knew they were good for me.
Chapter 10 – Dallin
“This is pretty sweet, I won’t lie,” Parker said as we walked through the crowded event center. Nashville’s tattoo expo was one of the biggest in the game, and it was an honor to be a host for it. I wouldn’t be tattooing too much during the weeklong event, but I would be networking and meeting new clients and other artists as well.
It was no secret that Steel Ink was one of the hottest shops, the waitlist to get work done was obnoxious and in our circle of peers, it was also known that I had empty chairs in the shop, waiting to find the right new artists to take them.
If I had my way, Parker and Trey would take the seats, but if they didn’t, I had no choice but to fill them with other artists because the shop was drowning in work.
“Hey, D!” Someone called as we passed a booth and I saw my friend Jeager running around his table to me. “What’s up, man?” He said, slapping me on the back with a quick hug. He was a small guy who looked better suited for a yacht with his fancy khaki pants and collared shirts than a tattoo shop, but the guy loved ink. And I loved an underdog who had passion.
“Hey.” I nudged Parker, “Jeager, Parker. Parker, Jeager.”
“Hey, man.” Parker shook his hand.
“Are you staying long today?” Jeager asked after exchanging pleasantries with Park, “It’s crazy busy already. Staff said the tickets were sold out before the doors even opened this morning.”
“Yeah, supposed to be that way for Friday and Saturday already too.”
“Wild, man. Thanks so much for hooking us up with a great spot. The shop needed to pick up and getting so many new faces to interact right inside the front door is going to be just the thing we needed.”
“No problem,” I smirked, patting him on the shoulder. “You’d better get back to it,” I nodded to the crowded table behind him where a line was forming to look at the digital portfolios laid out on it. The guy had the money and it looked like he spent it on a great booth display to catch eyes. “Have fun, Jeager.”
“Thanks! You two, nice to meet you, Parker.” He said and then scurried back to his booth, sales pitching someone on the way as we headed deeper into the chaos.
“You’re not afraid of someone like that stealing your business if you boost him up so high?” Parker asked, putting his hand on my back as he skirted around someone in line. He smelled like fucking sin and looked even better.
Parker always had a pretty laid-back rocker look, keeping it old-school sixties with dark jeans, rolled at the cuffs over his black motorcycle boots, and a neutral-colored tee. Today it was white and it offset the black of his hair that he kept buzzed short to his head. Last night we ended up gorging on takeout and watching a movie until Reyna fell asleep on the couch between us.
I took her to bed as Parker made his way to the spare room, but it was a fight to keep myself from inviting him to sleep with us, even platonically. Because I knew better, and if he had been in bed with us, something would have happened, and I needed to respect Reyna’s speed limitations. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t hard to keep things PG with him now, either.
It wasn’t that I cared if people saw me being over personal with a man, or someone that wasn’t Reyna. I just really wanted to keep intimate connections with Parker private for now, with Rey included in them like last night in the cab.
We finally got to the Twisted Ink booth along the back edge of the center and made our way around the line that built down one aisle and back up the other. “No, I’m not worried,” I smirked at Parker as we skirted the table and walked behind the large partition for privacy. “I’m drowning in work as it is. My books are only open two months at a time, and they book up within twenty-four hours each time I open them. I could use the competition.”
Lex, the shop’s emo Barbie stood up from her station, taking her gloves off as her client stood up, revealing her bare breasts that Lex had just tattooed as she eagerly ran to the mirror to see the work.
“Jesus,” Parker smirked as the woman’s fake tits nearly poked his eye out on the way by. “I thought Vegas was wild.”
I chuckled and fist-bumped Lex on our way by, “Nashville is the new Vegas. Hey Lex, how’s it going?”
“Fucking wild.” She smirked, nodding to the two flotation devices behind us. “Chick wanted her girlfriend’s hands tattooed around those tits like she was holding them up for a motorboat.” She grinned. “This city never ceases to amaze me.”
I nudged Parker, “See what I mean?” I joked and then introduced them. “I’m trying to convince Parker to come join us at the shop.”
Lex looked him up and down appreciatively, “I’d enjoy the eye candy.”
“Hmm.” Parker grinned but didn’t give his usual response, to flirt back.
“Get back to it and let me know if you need anything,” I told Lex.
“You inking anyone today?” She asked with a raised brow.
