Page 11 of Inked Soul

“I’m so sorry,” Abigail says as I clip her baby monitor back in place.

“No need to apologize.” I smile up at her.

She is standing between my thighs, while I re-dress her. I place a kiss on her stomach with a smile. I want to lick every inch of her perfectly smooth skin but now is not the time.

“I knew what I was getting into. Your boy comes first, as he should.”

“What about you?” she asks, staring at my erection. She licks her lips and my cock twitches in my jeans at the thought of her lips wrapped around my length.

“Next time,” I reply with a smile.

She shakes her head just as Tyler’s cries grow louder. Standing, I take her hand and lead her to the door. Opening it, I give her a smack on the ass.

“I’ll see you around, Mama.”

Abigail kisses me hard and fast before making her way back to her apartment. I don’t take my eyes off her swaying ass until she is safely inside.

My cock throbs in my pants and I know I won’t get any sleep if I don’t grab a shower and get myself in hand. Locking the door behind me, I make my way to the bathroom and start the shower.

Stripping out of my jeans, I stare at myself in the mirror. I have no idea why I would agree to be Abigail’s fuck buddy, but now that we have crossed that line, I know there is no turning back. I want her and she has given me the perfect opportunity to get my way.

In my bones I know I want more than just sex from her. But I also know she has already been hurt and getting her to give me a chance may take some time. But she has opened the door for me to slip in and I won’t let this opportunity pass me by. With every moment I spend in her presence, I know I am willing to put in the time with her, get to know her, and win her trust and her heart.

Stepping beneath the spray I bow my head, allowing the water to cascade over my tense muscles. Wrapping my hand around the throbbing length of my erection, I allow myself to relive the past twenty minutes. How she tasted on my lips and felt beneath my calloused fingertips. The sounds she made and how beautifully she came undone beneath my tongue. My tattooed hand on her perfect, unmarked skin looked stunning and I want to see it again and again.

A vision forms in my mind.

Abigail, naked in my bed.

Abigail, moaning as I spear her with my cock.

Abigail, coming with my cock buried deep inside her.

It only takes a few more strokes before I find my own bliss. My orgasm barrels through me, long ropes of white cum splashing against the dark blue tiles. My knees feel weak, and my breathing is ragged as I wait for everything to return to normal.

The water goes cold as I scrub my body, but nothing can wipe the smile from my face.

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“Why are you smiling?” Hailey, my business partner’s fiancée asks. “You hate mornings.”

“Can’t I just be happy?” I know it’s out of the norm for me but I haven’t been able to help myself since last night.

She gives me a look of disbelief before starting the coffee maker we have set up at the shop. “I need coffee before I can deal with your lying.”

I chuckle, heading to my station. Hailey is the type of woman who can’t help but stick her nose in everyone’s business. She will be in here to grill me eventually. Not that I know what I will tell her.

I don’t have any appointments but I’m hoping if I hang around the shop for a few hours we might get a walk in. If I stay in the apartment, I know it won’t be long before I head next door to Abbi’s place and fuck her on every available surface. But I don’t want her thinking all I want is sex, so I need to let her be the one making the first moves for the foreseeable future.

Whatever is happening between Abigail and me is so undefinable. I know I want her more than I have ever wanted anyone else in my life, but she has been through so much, I don’t know if or when she will be ready to let another man into her life. I also find myself not wanting to just be a fuck buddy, the term already irritating me. I want to know her, what makes her tick. I want more than just sex.

I barely know her, but I already feel protective. It’s completely irrational but I already want to keep her. Pulling my cell from my back pocket, I scroll through the contacts before dialing.

“Don’t you have a life?” the voice on the other end complains.

“You need to get used to being up early. Babies don’t wait for you to catch your beauty rest,” I reply. “Besides, you’re one of my best friends and I need advice.”

Adam grunts before I hear him moving around. “Hold on.” For long moments all I hear is shuffling before he returns to the call. “Lily is sleeping. Her morning sickness is more like midnight to five a.m. sickness.”

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