I don’t want to say yes. Not yet. I’m kind of mad at him now and I’m not sure why. “What did you do?” I say instead. “How are you ever going to get naked for a photo shoot again? Double duty for your photo polish guy.”
“Why would I want to Photoshop it out?”
“Because, you know, the whole world will see it.”
“So what? Last time I checked, it’s not a crime to love a woman.”
He’s right and yet I can’t let go. I try to get off his lap and off his cock for that matter, but his hands hold me steady. “Seriously, why did you do it? I hope you know I don’t need tattoos of my name to believe you love me.”
“Who said anything about trying to prove I love you?” The seriousness is quickly replaced by a devilish, crooked grin. “I wanted you to see your name every time I fuck you.”
The bastard is so pleased with himself right now I should smack him. But his hard cock is still throbbing inside me, keeping me hungry and needy, and—let’s be honest for a second—I fucking love it that my name is on his chest now and not just his lips. Ella Wade, immortalized on the hottest man’s delicious body for the world to see that he’s mine. “Okay,” I say in a conciliatory tone, “have your pussy then and we’ll discuss this later.”
“Your words make me so fucking hot,” he says with a chuckle before he sucks on a nipple, making me whimper. He begins fucking me again, staring into my eyes as he lifts me up. He holds me in place while he begins to thrust his hips from below me, fucking me rapidly. This man is flexible and tireless and my pussy is loving it.
Waves of pleasure build up in me again as I’m so stretched my clit rubs against his shaft, his hand cupping a breast, my eyes inevitably catching glimpses of my name on his glistening skin and, holy fuck, he’s right, it’s so unbelievably hot that he did that.
I put my palm against his bulging chest, fingers tracing the ink patterns, and my eyes roll back in my head, the mounting pressure inside me searching for a release.
“Yes, that’s it, come for me,” Jax says, panting, as my pussy clamps around his cock, strange wet sucking noises coming out of my enflamed lips.
I let go, losing touch with everything that isn’t Jaxson Cole, my whole being concentrated on the sensations he’s causing, and as I ride the waves of my second spectacular orgasm, feelings overtake me and break me apart into confessional fragments of body and soul.
“I love you, Jack,” I say, the words hitting my own ears as if coming from a distance. Stranger words never before pronounced by my lips.
“Ella Wade, you’re my salvation,” he says, as his hot load explodes inside me, filling me up.
I’ve never allowed a man to do that before even when on the pill. This gift is only for him. I’ve been waiting to share this with Jaxson all my life long.
We remain connected, forehead against forehead, catching our breath, until his long, soft cock slides out of me, covered in both our juices.
Jax chuckles as he kisses my cheek, right next to my ear. “I love you, sweet Ella,” he says. “It’s always been you.”
I smile for him until an icy chill creeps into my bones and some dark premonition slowly comes to life between my surging heartbeats.
—nine—
Jaxson
Ella Wade. I observe the inked name in the mirror with the same affection I look at the girl herself. Some scabbing has already begun to form, messing with the shape and color of the pattern, but when the healing is over, her name will be with me forever.
She’s in the shower now, washing the salty Ventura ocean waters off her skin and hair. It took a little convincing to get her to come with me to an ocean-side hotel but in the end, she was happy to leave everything behind. It makes my blood boil when I think of the dangers she’s been exposed to through no fault of her own.
I have an impulse to scratch the skin underneath the ink but I remember the warning against it. It makes me smile bitterly to remember how Ella was worried about the tattoo and how it would affect my photo shoots and possible movie roles. She doesn’t know that we can never go back to that life again. I’ll have to give her some bullshit story to get her out of the country, maybe a fashion show in Italy or France, except we can’t really go there. We’ll have to pick something quieter, less obvious, a small town in a small country like Belgium or Cyprus. I won’t tell her until we’re there and then I’ll explain everything after she’s fallen in love with our new life.
Lucius will be livid when he realizes what I’ve done. We spent an entire day together at HQ and in the end he had me agree to lay low and not see Ella for a while.