Page 27 of Through the Flames
I didn’t need the visuals. Her voice alone painted them in blood and desire. I could hear it: Where her hands would go and where her mouth might follow.
Every word was a map — it wasn’t just theory.
She knew what she liked. She knew what she wanted: a man markedjustright.
“It’s the commitment for me.”
Those words nearly knocked the breath out of my lungs, and I stared at the waveform dancing on the screen like it had insulted me.
My cock was throbbing like a motherfucker as my abs flexed.
Commitment.
Talk dirty to me, baby.
Ella said it as a joke, but as if even she knew it wasn’t one … not really. She wanted something lasting. She wanted someone who didn’t leave.
Permanence was what truly mattered to her. Most people looked at her and saw only chaos, failing to grasp her essence.
My girl joked like she didn’t care, but I was listening. Matter of fact, I was fucking taking notes.
She told me exactly what she needed.Just not on purpose.
I sat back slowly, my balls pulling up as I resumed to fuck my hand methodically.
Jaw locked, one thumb dragging across the tip, my mind was calm and chaotic all at once.
It’s the commitment for me.
Good. Becausecommittedwas all I’d ever been, as far as she was concerned.
My strokes sped up, the base of my spine tingling.
If she wanted commitment, I would happily show her what that looks like.
She was already under my skin, but I’d carry her name, her shape, her meaning.
On me. In me.
Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes in bliss as my muscles seized up, and cum exploded over my hand. I exhaled on a hiss once the waves of pleasure wrecking my body subsided.
After cleaning up the mess I’d made, I went to work. I created a folder to gather ideas for motifs and styles, imagining where the tattoos would go and what they would look like on my body.
My phone buzzed, but I ignored it. Cocking my head to the side, I leaned back and surveyed my unmarked skin.
I touched the spots where the tattoos would go on my thighs and twisted my underarms while imagining the black lines twisting around them.
Up until today, I’d never had any interest in these kinds of body modifications.
Now I was opening a new tab in my browser, typing and scrolling, until the notification popped up.
If I was going to commit to this, I wanted the best of the best — no compromises, no shortcuts. Which was why I wasn’t going to settle for someone local.
Your session with Logan at Black Rabbit is confirmed.
Guess I’d be taking a trip to Minnesota.
I’d cleared the path, and when she finally looked up … I’d be the one she’d find.
