Текст книги "Something for the Pain"

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“Holy shit! Alex!” She screams out. Loud. Really fucking loud. “Alex!”

I hold on to her and press my lips against her neck as she rides her orgasm out. She’s clenching me so hard that it hurts my dick. No lie. When she comes, she comes hard . . . or maybe it’s just with me. I hope it’s just with me. Fuck Lucas.

Wanting to look at her face when I come inside of her, I pull out and flip her over with quickness, before burying myself between her legs again.

With one hand on her thigh and the other behind her neck, I thrust into her slow and hard while trailing kisses all over her upper body. I have to admit that I’m a little surprised myself that I’m allowing myself to get so intimate during sex. I never allow this, ever, but with her I can’t stop myself. Even with him watching, or maybe it’s because he’s watching that I want it. . . . I can’t really tell.

As soon as I feel my orgasm building, I suck Tripp’s bottom lip into my mouth and bite at the same time that I release myself into the condom, deep inside of her.

Her nails dig into my back and her legs tighten around my ass, pushing me in as deep as I can go. “Fuck . . . Tripp. You feel so good.”

I roll over on my back, pulling Tripp on top of me for one last kiss. I get this overwhelming but odd sensation to just hold her close while we fall asleep, but then I look beside us to see Lucas leaning against the wall, releasing himself into his fist. The moment shatters and I’m reminded of what this is: a lesson for that asshole.

Maybe I’m that asshole . . .

“Holy shit,” Lucas says, breaking the silence. “I wasn’t expecting so much passion and shit . . .” He pushes away from the wall. “But it works. It was . . . it was pretty fucking hot. I won’t lie.” He adjusts himself back into his pants, putting his dick away that I never even heard him take out, let alone stroking himself off as he watched, but leaves his pants undone since one hand is still in a fist.

Tripp looks at me one last time before rolling off of me and grabbing her dress to cover up. “Well you got what you wanted Lucas,” she says stiffly. “Hope that you’re happy.”

She looks between the two of us, before turning toward the bathroom. “I’m tired. I . . . I think I’m going to bed.”

Lucas looks at me and bites his bottom lip as Tripp disappears into the bathroom. “There’s a lot more to you than I expected. I guess I see why the ladies keep coming around.” He laughs and heads for the hallway. “I guess you wore my girl out for the night. Looks like I’ll have to wait. It’s a good thing I took care of it myself.” He pauses and looks at me one more time. “Thanks, man. I knew you were a good sport.”

I nod my head, but don’t say a word as he lets himself out of my room. He may be thanking me, but I can tell he’s dying on the inside. He felt exactly what I felt as soon as I entered Tripp. It was evident in both of our eyes how much we feel for each other.

Now I just hope we can get back to where we were before it’s too late.

Running my hands through my hair, I sit here completely naked, breathing hard and staring at the door that Tripp—my firecracker—disappeared through.

Fuck . . . That’s all I can say. Fuck . . .

SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

Fighting to catch my breath, I fall against the bathroom door and place my hand over my heaving chest. I thought I could handle this. I thought I could close my mind off and not let my feelings get in the mix, but I was wrong. I was wrong in so many ways.

Alex . . . my best friend . . . was inside of me.

Every kiss, every talented caress of his fingertips, and the feel of him inside me will haunt me for the rest of my life. There are no words to describe the way I’m feeling right now. I feel as if I’ve just made love for the first time, and not just some meaningless romp beneath the sheets . . . but love. I don’t think I should be feeling this right now. Stop! I need to push this far from my mind and remember that this will never happen again. I need to accept what just happened for what it truly was: a lesson for Lucas.

That’s what Alex said it would be. I need to remember that, even though it felt like so much more. So much more.

Closing my eyes, I run both of my hands down my face, letting my dress fall to the floor beside me. Everything in me wants to turn back around and crawl into his arms, naked, and hold him until I fall asleep on his strong chest. I’ve never had this urge after sex. I always kick Lucas out.

If that’s the case then why is this feeling so overwhelming? My stomach is in complete knots just thinking about not being able to be close to him right now. This is a foreign feeling to me after sex. The only thing I can think about after sex with Lucas is getting him out of my bed before he thinks he’s welcome to sleep in it.

Alex is different. He’s always been different and now that I’ve had him in the most intimate way I’m afraid that I’ll only want more from him. I can’t have that and I know it. It hurts so much just thinking about it, but we have too much riding on it. We’re friends. Best friends.

This is all so confusing. What if Lucas knows? He watched the whole thing. “Oh my God.” My breathing picks up as I think about him being there. He had to have seen the way I reacted to Alex. My whole body surrendered to his. He completely owned me, and that is something that Lucas has never been able to do.

I just hope that Lucas doesn’t realize how much I truly wish that he were Alex, or how much I wish that it could be Alex that I’m with and not him. That could mess up everything that I’ve had with both of them over the years.

Playing this off and pretending that I just want to be friends with Alex is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, especially seeing him with other girls so freely.

How am I going to do this?

Pressing my face against the door, I run my hand through my tangled, wet mess of hair and listen to the sound of Alex pacing his room.

Things don’t have to change . . . I can pretend. Right?

THE NEXT MORNING I WAKE up extremely tense and on edge. I guess if you can call it waking up. I didn’t sleep much at all. I spent most of the night watching the bathroom door as if waiting for Alex to come through it. He didn’t . . . and I have to admit that it had me extremely stressed out. A part of me hoped that he would and that everything would go back to feeling normal between us. It made it hard to sleep.

Every time I would close my eyes and try to force myself to sleep, images of Alex on top of me flooded my thoughts, making me sweat. The passionate look in his grayish eyes kept me fighting for air. There is absolutely no way in hell I will ever be able to forget last night, but to Alex, it may just be another night for him. He’s used to sleeping with numerous girls and keeping his feelings out of the mix. I guess you could even call him a pro at it.

Still . . . I can’t help but to wonder how he’s feeling or what he’s thinking. I want to know if there’s just the slightest chance that it meant something to him. I want to know that I wasn’t the only one that felt it.

“Tripp. You over there daydreaming or something?”

I snap out of my thoughts of Alex when I hear Lucas’ voice behind me. He just came out of his room from getting ready for work and I’ve been here in the kitchen making breakfast to keep my mind off things.

I shake my head and force a smile, before looking over my shoulder at him. “No, I was just concentrating on the bacon.” I lie. “I’m still trying to wake up is all.”

Lucas’ arms snake around my waist from behind, and within seconds I feel his lips brush against my neck. “Damn girl . . . you must still be exhausted from last night. You two definitely put on a pretty intense show. No lie. If I didn’t know better I would think you two had something going on.” His hands wander my body, stopping on my breasts. He moans in my ear as he cups each one, giving them a light squeeze. “I can’t wait to have you in my bed tonight. Just imagine the physical pleasure you had with Alex, but with emotions mixed in. That will be us, baby. Just wait.”

Pressing his erection against my ass, he bites my neck and begins grinding against me. He starts out slow, before speeding up, pushing me against the counter as if all he wants to do is lift up my dress and take me right here in the kitchen.

A feeling of uneasiness takes over and I can’t help but try to squirm my way out of his hold. After last night I’m just not in the mood to be this close to Lucas. It doesn’t feel right and he couldn’t be more wrong about last night. The emotions were there for me with Alex far more than they’ve ever been with him.

“Lucas . . .” I jerk my neck away from his mouth and reach for the fork to flip the bacon. “I need to watch the food. It’s going to burn.”

Reaching over, Lucas turns off the burner and goes back to kissing my neck. Does he not get the hint? Is it that hard? His dick definitely is.

I stiffen even more in his arms and push him away with quickness when Alex clears his throat from the doorway.

“Am I interrupting something?” He asks with a hint of annoyance. “I’ll be quick.” Looking past Lucas, he walks over to me, grabs my chin, and kisses me on the cheek, his lips lingering there for a moment too long.

I can’t deny that it has my heart jumping.

The room is silent as Alex walks over to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water. I can’t help but to notice the way his jaw steels when his eyes meet mine. Our eyes stay locked as he opens his water and takes a drink. The intensity reminds me of the bedroom. Is that weird?

Giving Lucas one last push with my hip, I adjust my dress and go back to cooking the bacon. Why does this feel so awkward? Is it time for Lucas to leave yet? “Morning. Want some breakfast?”

Alex looks at Lucas, before taking a seat at the bar and adjusting the crotch of his favorite jeans as his eyes land back on me. Damn . . . those jeans. He put them back on this morning. Looking me up and down, he cracks his neck. “Yeah. You know I can’t turn down your cooking, babe. I’m fucking starving.”

Lucas runs his tongue over his lips, before grabbing my chin and leaning in for a quick kiss to show his confidence in us. “I need to run. There’s some important things to discuss at work this morning.” Walking past Alex, he grabs his shoulder and squeezes, before snatching up a banana and walking toward the door. “Hey, you two behave when I’m gone.” He winks and then does this little spin out the door, leaving Alex and I alone for the first time since . . . last night.

Trying to act normal, I shut off the stove and make Alex’s plate like I usually do when I cook for him. I just hope that he’s starving like he said, because I somehow managed to almost overflow his plate.

“Am I two people now or are you planning on eating off my plate, Firecracker?”

Alex lifts his brows and gives me a playful smile as I set his plate down in front of him. It gives me a sense of relief to see him acting like his normal playful self.

“Shut up and eat.” I tease. “I’m serving you breakfast on no sleep.” The last part slipped. The last thing I want him to know is that I lost sleep over him.

His face takes on a serious look as he watches me walk back over to the stove to fix my own plate. He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel his eyes studying me, trying to figure me out.

Stop it!

I take my time preparing my plate, so that I can gather my composure and play it off, before facing him again.

By the time I take a seat next to him his plate is half empty and he’s shoving a bite of hash browns into his mouth, chewing as if it’s the best thing he’s ever eaten. Then again, he always eats that way when I cook for him.

Laughing under my breath, I watch Alex as he grabs for the bottle of whipped cream and squirts it all over my French toast. “Whoa there,” I say while reaching for his hand to stop him. “That’s enough. Alex . . .” I finally manage to get him to stop his whipped cream attack on my toast. I love whipped cream, but damn, not so much that I want to swim in it.

“My bad,” he says with a wink. “Now eat up, babe.”

I playfully kick his leg while grabbing for my fork and cutting off a piece of French toast. There’s so much whipped cream that it’s hard to find the actual food beneath it. I take a bite and my mouth becomes filled and covered completely with whipped cream.

Laughing, I run my tongue over my lips, doing my best to get it all off.

Alex must find it amusing, because he bites his bottom lip and laughs. “You missed a spot.” Without warning, he leans in and runs his tongue over my lips, before stopping on the corner of my mouth and kissing it.

As if he just realized what he did, he stiffens and pulls away, running a hand through his dark hair. “It’s gone . . . now eat up.”

Finishing my breakfast is extremely hard after that. He just licked my fucking mouth and now he expects me to just eat up and pretend that it never happened. Hell . . . I can hardly breathe. How am I supposed to eat?

I shake my head and clear my throat. “What are your hours at the shop today?”

“Early,” he says while chewing his food. “I gotta be there by nine to finish this girl’s sleeve.”

A girl . . . surprising.

“And it’s . . .” My eyes land on the time lit up on the microwave. “8:45 now.”

“Shit.” Alex jumps up in a hurry and starts reaching for his dirty plate.

“Go,” I demand, while reaching for his plate to stop him. “I’ll take care of this.”

“Thanks, babe.” Reaching for my head, he plants a kiss on the top and rushes to the door. “Come see me later.” He stops at the door and turns around to face me when I don’t respond. “Okay?”

I nod my head and force a smile. “Don’t I always?”

Flashing me his charming, dimpled smile, he dips out the door in a hurry and all I can think about is the lucky girl that gets to spend the next two or so hours with him.

My heart sinks as I imagine her touching him and flirting with him. That’s why the girls go to him, right?

I shake my head and start cleaning up breakfast. I’m sure that’s not the only reason. He does happen to be one of the best artists that I know. Maybe she’s not even his type. I can only hope, because there’s no way in hell I will be able to deal with him bringing another girl home. Not right now at least. Not until I get him out of my system.

God only knows how long that will take . . .

DESPITE MY MIND BEING ON Tripp the whole time, I still manage to make it through my first appointment of the day. It was definitely a bad decision to choose the night before a two hour long tattoo session to sink into my best friend’s pussy.

I actually had to stop a few times and pretend like I was giving Heidi a damn break, when really it was for my benefit. I couldn’t concentrate for shit, constantly picturing the little sounds that Tripp made as I filled her with my cock last night and made love to her.

I even found myself pushing down a hard-ass dick every so often, and it didn’t help matters that my client, Heidi, thought it was because of her. I could tell by that confident little smirk as she watched me each and every time.

With a bite of her lip and a flip of her hair, she kept grabbing my thigh and squeezing as if she needed it to fight against the pain from the tattoo gun. Maybe it was a little, but that wasn’t the only reason.

Every time her hand got higher, I found myself readjusting in my seat, making sure that my dick was outside of her reach. It’s definitely a first time for that.

I’ve been here for five hours now and I’m standing out in the lobby, talking to Ace as he plays his video game in between his appointments.

“I saw that cute little redhead leave unhappy this morning. What was up with that? You didn’t tap that ass?”

“Nah, man.” I flip his hat off his head and laugh. “Just worry about your game, bro.”

Sitting up straight, he looks over his shoulder at me, eyebrow raised as he eyes me up. “What the fuck? You seriously didn’t jump on that shit? No wonder she looked pissed. What she needed was a good fuck.”

“Why didn’t you give it to her, man?” I question, honestly curious. “You could’ve made her whole day.”

He lets out a small laugh and turns back to his game. “She was all about you, man. She shoulder checked my ass and pushed her way out the door. I wasn’t about to have her rip my dick off.”

“Good choice. I can’t say that I haven’t had a girl or two try,” I admit, placing my hand over my dick. “It’s not cool.”

“Where’s Tripp?” Ace throws his controller down beside him. “Well damn.” He turns back to me. “She’s usually here bringing your pussy ass lunch. Did you deny her the dick too? You’re just pissing all the women off?”

“Fuck off.” I tease. “Things aren’t like that with us. We’re friends,” I say, less confidently.

“I don’t see how. She’s fine as fuck . . . and those dresses.” He stops to suck his bottom lip into his mouth and grab his dick. “She’s just waiting to be bent over.”

“I said fuck off, Ace.” I growl out. “Watch your fucking mouth when it comes to her.”

“Whoa, man.” Ace throws his arms up and takes a step around the couch. “I was only joking. I didn’t know she worked you up that much.”

Clenching my jaw, I look him up and down. “Yeah . . . well now you do.”

Ace is my guy and he knows it. We’ve been cool for the last six months or so, but I draw a fucking line. No one, and I do mean no one, talks that way about Tripp. I’ll rip a motherfucker’s heart out.

“Sorry, brotha.” Ace grips my shoulder and shakes it. “We’re cool, right?”

I pound my fist with his and nod my head as I start to cool down. Ace is just Ace. I know this by now, but for some reason his words really struck a nerve today. I really need some alone time for a few minutes to get my shit together.

“I’ll be in my room. My next client isn’t scheduled for another thirty minutes. Send her on in if you’re out here still when she arrives.”

“Sure, man. If not, I’ll let Styles know when he gets back from lunch.”

Shutting myself in my room, I start to wonder about what Ace said. It’s way past lunch and usually Tripp shows up around that time when I know she’s stopping in for the day.

The thought causes me to worry that maybe I messed up big time last night. Should I have gone to her room and held her? I wanted to. I wanted to so fucking bad. She’s not the girl that you just fuck and let her run off, but that’s exactly what I did.

I only did it because I thought it’s what I was supposed to do to avoid mixing up what it was. Maybe I was wrong.

Shit . . .

“Hey, Stud.”

I look up and exhale, long and hard, when I hear the sweet sound of Tripp’s voice. Seeing her is exactly what I need and don’t need at the moment.

“Hey, babe.” I smile and walk over to give her a hug, before grabbing the white sack out of her hand and motioning for her to sit down. “Smells so fucking good . . .”

She laughs and watches me as I empty out the contents of the bag. “Well, I got your favorite.”

I tilt my head to look back at her, our eyes locking. “I meant you, Firecracker.” I run my tongue over my lips and laugh. “But the food comes in close second.”

Her hands tightly squeeze the chair between her bare legs, but she pretends that my words had no effect on her. I don’t need her to speak for me to know. I can read her like a fucking book.

We stay mostly quiet while we both eat, but every time I look over at her I want to tell her how much I want her right now. I want her so fucking bad, but I just chew my damn burger, hoping that it will keep my mouth occupied long enough that I don’t say some stupid shit.

The fact that her chest is quickly rising and falling tells me that she has something to say too. The question is whether or not we’re smart enough to keep our mouth shut.

“I want a tattoo,” she blurts out. “Will you give me one?”

I set my burger down and watch as she wraps the rest of hers up. “You know I will, Firecracker. I’ll give you anything you want.”

She sits back in the chair and closes her eyes. “I’m ready.”

“What? Right now?” I shove the rest of the food into the bag and walk over to stand above her. “What do you want?”

“Anything you give me, Alex.” She opens her eyes and they lock on mine, long and hard, before she speaks again. “I trust you with my body. Even more now than before.”

Fuck me . . .

I swallow hard and make a quick decision. I have a client coming in any minute now, but the urge to mark her body is too strong to pass up. “Give me a minute.”

Walking out to the lobby, I look down the list of appointments and get the number that I’m searching for, before calling it and leaving a message for the client.

“Ace, if my client comes in, tell her I made a mistake and I need to reschedule. Don’t send her back to my room, alright?”

Ace nods. “Sure, man. I’ll be out here for the next fifteen minutes or so. I got your back.”

When I reenter my room, Tripp is lying shirtless with only her bra and shorts on. Is this woman trying to kill me? First she wants me to mark her sweet body and now she’s laying there shirtless, waiting on me.

She is by far the sexiest, most tempting thing to ever be in that tattoo chair.

“I heard you tell Ace about your rescheduled appointment.” She sits up, breathing heavily. “We don’t have to do this today.”

Walking over to her, I press my hand on her shoulder and gently lay her back down. I try my hardest not to stare too hard at her breasts, but her body is too beautiful not to look at.

“I always make time for you over anyone else. It’s always been that way and it’s not changing anytime soon.”

A sweet smile crosses her face as she takes a deep breath and exhales. “You’re too good to me, Alex. I promise you that.” I can hear the nervousness in her voice, but her face is doing pretty good at hiding it. I give her credit, but like I said, she can’t fool me.

“So I can give you anything that I want,” I ask while getting prepared. “Are you sure about that? I’ll give you a few seconds to rethink that decision,” I say with a hint of a smile.

“I’m not changing my mind, Alex. I’ve seen everything that you have drawn and I would be happy with any of it.”

She hasn’t seen all of it. There was a picture that my mom used to paint for me as a kid. I was obsessed with it, so she used to paint it on all of my letters. It’s simple, but so was she. My mother was the sweetest woman I knew, and when she got sick she would write both Memphis and I a letter every month until the day the cancer took her from us. Memphis finally got all of his letters a few months ago, when I felt he was ready for them. I didn’t want to throw them at him fresh out of prison and overwhelm him. His had a special painting too.

“You want it right here?” I run a finger over the side of her ribcage, causing her to close her eyes and moan.

“No,” she breathes. Grabbing my hand, she brings it under her right breast. “Right here.”

Yup . . . she’s definitely trying to kill me.

Taking a seat in my chair, I pull it up until I’m right where I need to be. I get ready to reach for the bottom of her bra to lift it a little, but she sits up and unclasps her bra, catching it before it exposes her breasts.

“Would it be easier without this?” She watches me, waiting for an answer. “You’ve already seen my breasts, so this will be no different. I want it as easy for you as possible.” She lets out a small laugh. “Especially since I’m kind of barging in here.”

Reaching for her bra strap, I slowly pull it down and away from her right breast. My dick instantly gets hard as my eyes set on her hard nipple. This is going to be the hardest tattoo I’ve ever had to do.

“Yeah,” I say with a crack of my neck, working hard to cover my want to sink back between her sweet thighs. “This gives me more room to work with. Get comfortable, Firecracker. You’re trusting me so . . .”

I flash my dimples at her when she smiles up at me and relaxes in her seat, then I slip on my gloves and prepare the gun and ink.

While holding my breath, I cup her breast in my hand and lift it enough to get right underneath where I place the first star. I’m trying my best to concentrate, but I can see her watching my face as I work, and it makes me extremely horny. She’s studying me, concentrating on her, and it makes me want to focus on pleasing her body and making her mine . . . again.

I do my best to focus on the trail of stars, making it harder when I notice her eyes lower down to my hard dick. She doesn’t know that I’m watching her, but for the spot that I’m doing, I can afford to pull my eyes away for a few seconds.

From the corner of my eye I notice her legs tremble as she tries to keep them closed. “Alex . . .”

“Yeah,” I breathe. “What’s up, babe?”

“Does this have any kind of an effect on you right now?” She sits up as I pull the gun away from her flesh. “Every time I feel your hand slightly squeeze my breast to move it I get a throbbing sensation between my legs, and then I start thinking about last night. Is it only me? I don’t know . . . I’m stupid.” She quickly reaches for her shirt and holds it up to cover her breasts as my eyes search hers.

“You don’t think I want to fuck you . . . that I haven’t thought about setting this tattoo gun down, locking the door, and stripping you the rest of the way out of those little shorts?” I tug on my hair in frustration. “Dammit, Tripp. I want to do things to your body right now and leave my mark on you so badly that I can’t even fucking think straight. I want to bury myself deep between those thighs and ruin you for any other man.”

Fuck . . . I wasn’t expecting all that shit to come out of my mouth. This is bad. So fucking bad.

“I’ve been thinking about being inside you since you left my room last night, Tripp. I’m trying my best to keep it together for both of our sakes. Trust me on that.”

“Alex . . .” Tripp scrambles to her feet, breathing heavily, almost falling into the chair. “Maybe we should continue this tattoo a different day.” She swallows hard and tries her hardest to keep her eyes away from the crotch of my jeans. “Maybe we both just need a few days to cool down. Last night is too fresh for both of us.”

“Come here, babe.” She walks over to me without hesitation and I instantly pull her into my arms and press my lips against the top of her head. “We can finish the rest next week.” I pull away and look down at her. “I never want to make you feel uncomfortable. I’m not going anywhere. The tattoo can wait.”

All I managed to get done so far was four stars. Even left alone, it doesn’t look out of place and unfinished. She’s right. Last night is too fresh in both of our minds and this tattoo might just push us both enough to forget everything we can lose.

“Thanks,” she says sweetly. “You’re too good, Alex. You don’t see it most of the time, but you’re going to make some lucky girl happy one day.”

I let out an uncomfortable laugh. “Yeah, maybe . . .”

After cleaning her up, she gets dressed, but leaves her bra off. It’s probably best if she doesn’t wear one for a while, and after I finish her tattoo she will have to wait even longer. I just hope I can handle being in the same house with her.

She stops at the door before walking out. “What exactly are you putting on me anyway, Stud?”

I smirk. “Something important to me. I’ll tell you about it after it’s done.”

She laughs and nods her head. “Alright. I trust you. If you mess me up . . . I’ll just have to kick your ass. Remember that.”

“Oh, I’ll never forget. Trust me. I’ll collect on all of my spankings later.”

“Alright,” she laughs. I love that laugh. “I’ll see you at home in a few hours?”

I shake my head. “I won’t be home until late. I have somewhere I want to stop by tonight.”

“Okay, I’ll cook extra dinner and leave it in the microwave just in case. Okay?”

I nod my head in appreciation. I love how she always wants to take care of me. This woman is special, and I know that it’s not an act, because she’s been doing it for thirteen fucking years. “Thanks, babe.”

Without another word she disappears out the door and I am left unable to concentrate for the next three hours of work.

Well damn . . .