On the Surface Read online Nikki Ash (Imperfect Love #3)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Imperfect Love Series by Nikki Ash
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
<<<<76869495969798>101
Advertisement


I chuckle. “It’s being done on the back of your hip. You won’t see me.”

“Fine, hold on.” She sits up and snaps a picture of me with her phone camera. “I’ll just stare at this.”

I laugh and nod. “Okay, Dimples.” I prep the area I’ll be tattooing, then lower the seat some more so she’s more comfortable. It’s not a big tattoo, so I’ll get it done in one sitting if she isn’t in too much pain…which reminds me. I grab a packet of Tylenol from my drawer and hand them to her with a bottle of water.

“Take these to help with the pain.” She swallows them without questioning me then lays back down. “You’re not going to be able to lay on your back for a few days,” I tell her.

“We’ll just have to have sex doggy-style,” she says with a laugh.

“Woman, don’t talk about sex right now. I need to focus.” I grab the gun and turn it on. I dip the tip into the black ink and am about to begin when Celeste moves to look at me.

“Don’t you have to draw it first? It’s been like eleven years since you drew it.”

“One, you can’t move while I’m tattooing.” I give her a serious look. “And two, it’s my design. One I looked at many times over the years.” Her brows rise at my admission. “Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

Epilogue

Celeste

Four Years later

I wake up to the feeling of something tickling along my back, and without even opening my eyes, I know my husband is drawing on me. It’s been three years since we got married and he, for the second time, inked my body—a small piece of his wedding vows that he recited to me at the alter: you are every one of my dreams and wishes come true. After we returned from our month long honeymoon, where I got to show Jase and Skyla my world—literally and figuratively—including all of the clothing shops I’ve opened in Milan, Paris, and Italy, I made an appointment. He tattooed it along my right shoulder blade freehanded.

“Good morning,” I say, my voice hoarse from sleep. I got in late last night and it feels like I’ve only slept for a couple hours. “Can I turn over?”

“Not…yet…” he says back. He’s quiet for several seconds, and then I feel the tickling stop and the camera on his phone click. “Okay, roll over and spread those sexy thighs, Dimples.”

I can’t help the giggle that escapes me as I do what he says, noticing it’s already almost seven in the morning. “You better make it quick,” I tell him as he pulls my panties down and climbs up my body. His mouth presses against mine, and I can taste the mint on his breath. “How long have you been up?” I murmur against his lips, running my fingers through his messy hair.

“Long enough to brush my teeth and draw your next tattoo.” With one hand above my head, he glides his other hand downward, his fingers landing on my sensitive nub. He nips at my bottom lip at the same time his fingers massage my clit, and I squirm slightly, letting out a soft moan. It’s been too many days since I felt his hands on me.

“Well, if my calculations are correct”—I kiss the side of Jase’s neck—“we have about twelve minutes before our door will get trampled through.” Reaching down, I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke it up and down, getting it rock hard. I love the coldness of his cock piercing under my touch. I shiver slightly at the thought of it inside me, stroking my insides. Taking his face in my hands, I pull him up, so his dick rubs against my clit as he pushes into me, filling me completely.

“Fuck,” he grunts, slowly thrusting in and out of me at a leisurely pace, like we don’t have three kids under our roof that can wake up and interrupt us at any time. Bringing my hand down, I take over massaging my clit, working myself up. Time is of the essence.

“Don’t fucking touch yourself,” Jase growls, knocking my hand away. “That’s my fucking job.”

“Jase…time,” I murmur breathlessly as he thrusts deeper into me.

“We have all the time in the world, baby,” he murmurs, placing open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and neck.

“Did you give away the kids?” I joke.

“Dimples, no talking about the kids while I’m fucking you,” he hisses. Lifting my thigh, he wraps it over his forearm to go deeper, hitting the special spot in me that’s going to have me exploding in no time.

“Okay.” I exhale a soft moan, focusing on my impending orgasm building higher and higher, and not on the door, that if unlocked, is going to fly open any minute.

“Come on, baby.” Jase growls, his thrusts getting rougher. His mouth crashes down on mine, and my body comes undone with Jase following right behind, spilling his warm seed into me. I try not to think about whether this will be the time we make a baby. I don’t want to get my hopes up.


Advertisement

<<<<76869495969798>101

Advertisement