Page 33 of Ink Wars

We come here work on the design and spend the rest of the night fucking. She stayed over the other night and waking up with her in my bed - in my arms - was something I didn’t even realized I wanted.

Things are changing with us, in a good way. Ever since that prick put his hands on her, she’s changed. She doesn’t just talk about the design, she started sharing personal things about herself. She told me how her mother never supported her and still doesn’t. She wanted me to understand she isn’t now and never was a spoiled princess. That she has fought for her place in this world. She explained how her mother treated her like an inconvenience, that she was never handed anything. All the shit she’s faced just to make it where she’s at. It’s fucked up but I understand fucked up.

That’s why even though I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest, I’m going to tell her about my life. I’ve never shared that with anyone but Harry and Waylen, but I have this overwhelming feeling that I need to let her in.

I lean back next to her and she turns her head staring at me. Her brown eyes shine with happiness and I love that she doesn’t let her past taint her future.

“I lost my dad when I was a kid,” I start.

She sits up and turns to face me, grabbing my hand that is resting on my leg. “Oh Corbin, I’m so sorry.”

I nod and swallow roughly, trying to find the courage to continue. “I don’t really remember him, but I’ve heard so many stories from my mom that I feel like I know him.” She smiles as I drag my free hand down my mouth. “My mom loved him with everything she had and when he died, she kinda did too. She went through the motions but she wasn’t happy. Nothing made her happy, not even me. I couldn’t understand it as a kid. I just wanted a mom that helped me with homework, took me to the zoo, and laughed or hell at least smiled. But she didn’t. She lived in her own miserable world and I had to go along for the ride.”

She squeezes my hand harder and sighs. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea,” she whispers.

I grin and place my fingers under her chin, lifting her head to me. “Of course you didn’t. How would you? There’s only 2 others that know about my past and believe me, Harry and Waylen aren’t trying to score chicks by talking about my childhood.”

She grins, but it’s forced and I hate that. I press a kiss to her full lips and feel my pulse racing as I straighten myself.

“Don’t feel bad for me, princess. I realized as I got older that she was just so in love that she couldn’t live without him. It’s tragic, but kinda romantic. I think if she was still here that she would’ve loved knowing you.” I laugh as I search her eyes. “She would’ve beat my ass for the way I treated you.”

She laughs and it lights up her gorgeous face, but the smiles quickly drops as she searches my face. “Wait, she’s passed too?”

“Yeah, she had cancer but it was quick and honestly I know she’s happier now that she’s with my dad again and that’s really all that matters,” I explain.

I reach other and wipe a tear that rolls down her cheek. “I’m so sorry, Corbin. My mom might not support me or even understand me, but I can’t imagine her not being here.” She takes a deep breath to try to control her emotions and it does something to me. I feel something deep in my chest that I’ve never felt before. A need or an ache, maybe a longing, I’m not really sure, but I know it’s for Leah.

“Is that why you don’t date?” she asks.

I chuckle and lean over kissing her cheek. “I never said I didn’t date. I’ve dated plenty of girls, just never found anyone that I wanted to actually have a conversation with.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “I would make fun of you for that, but I completely understand. I’m still waiting to find my other Swallow.”

She points to the bird that used to cause me to shake with anger, but now it’s totally different. Now when I see it, I want to trace every line with my tongue before moving down to her perfect tits. My brows dip though trying to understand exactly what she means by that.

“Your other Swallow?” I ask.

She giggles and lets go of my hand to cover her face. She groans and opens her fingers, peeking at me from between them. “You’ll make fun of me.”

I smile as I pull her hands away from her face. “Try me.”

She bites her lip as she searches my face. “I got this done years ago with the idea that when I find my forever, I would get another one done on the other side.”

I pull her onto my lap and pull her shirt down to expose her tattoo. I lean forward and press my lips to it before looking up at her.

“That’s a fucking cool idea,” I say.

It makes sense now and suddenly the thought of making that tattoo complete makes my heart race.

I trace it with my finger as I stare at her. “I think we’ve done enough on the design for tonight,” I whisper.

My cock is pressing against my zipper begging for release. What really confuses me is that it isn’t just from the tension that I’m usually feeling when I’m with her. It’s because I’m overwhelmed with the way she reacted to my past. It’s because every time I learn something new about her it makes my heart beat a little faster.

Something more is happening here and I’m starting to wonder if she’s feeling it too.

“We definitely have,” she says, leaning forward and kissing my neck.

I groan as my hands move down and grab the bottom of ther shirt. I begin to lift it and she quickly sits up so I can get if off of her. She isn’t wearing a bra and her hard nipples seem to be begging for my mouth.

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