Never Enough - By Ashley Johnson Page 0,79
ran my hand over each and every one of them admiring all of them.
“Thanks, I did them all myself.” Wait do what? He was a tattoo artist?
I looked at him with the goofiest grin I could possibly wear and asked, “You’re a tattoo artist?” I felt like an overjoyed kid in a candy shop. How dorky is that? There was just something about ink.
“Guilty. You figured me out.” He began laughing and I smacked his arm. His sarcasm made me laugh with him.
“That is so hot.” I meant to think those words but my brain didn’t listen and the words just fell out. So much for not sounding stupid but we were both drunk so I doubt it really even mattered.
“You think so?” He began kissing me again and I traced every tattoo with my hands. He fumbled with my shirt and I helped him pull it off. He lay me down on the bed and caressed my breast through my bra. I arched my back moaning in pleasure. He continued to tease them while I whimpered begging for more. He undid my bra and hovered over me. He reached into his nightstand and pulled a condom out and removed both our pants. Before sliding in, he slid his finger in and I whimpered more. Once he slid in, I found the release I’d needed. I matched him thrust for thrust moaning out of sheer pleasure. Luke sure knew what he was doing. I definitely had no complaints. I ran my fingernails down his back as I finally exploded and he collapsed on me.
Breathing ragged he confessed, “You are just turning out to be a lot of firsts for me. I never take women home and I definitely never do this on the first night but wow. That was hot.”
I couldn’t say anything but grin. I slid his shirt back on and lay on his bed again. He kissed my forehead and everything happening felt so familiar but different at the same time. I could very well move on with my life. I fell asleep with his arm around my waist and for the first time since my miscarriage, I slept just fine.
Morning came and I awoke in a strange bed. My mind began racing as I sat up alone. Where was I? This wasn’t my bed but this room was amazingly clean. My eyes searched the room trying to piece sections of the night together. I looked over to the nightstand beside me and there lie the most beautiful red rose I’ve ever seen next to a glass of orange juice and a note. I opened the note and read: ‘Be right back. Went a few apartments down to do a tattoo. Make yourself comfortable. –Luke”. The night slowly began coming back to me. His arms, the grinding on the dance floor, Trevor being jealous. What else was there? Oh yes, Luke’s amazing lips and the sex…ohmigod we had sex last night. I grabbed my skirt and shirt off the floor and threw them on, thinking about making my escape. If I hurried, I could be downstairs and in my car before he came back and this would save us both the embarrassment of a one night stand. Ohmigod I had a one night stand. Shit!
“Hey, did you get my note?” Man he was even better looking sober. Every memory definitely came back. I froze in my tracks and smiled.
“Yeah, thanks. Um, thanks for letting me crash here.”
“No problem. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up; I got a call for someone wanting a tattoo. Some poor guy has it bad. He looks familiar I just can’t place him. He got a charm bracelet tattooed on his forearm. Poor guy looked like absolute shit.” Luke shook his head as if he actually pitied this guy.
I sat there listening to him tell me about the tattoo he went to do and the minute he said charm bracelet. I froze. I had no idea what the reaction on my face was but I sure knew only one person would get something like that. Trevor. To ease my own tension I forced out a chuckle, “Wow poor guy. Do you normally make house calls?
“If they pay the price, yes I do. Enough about that though. Do you want to go grab something to eat? Or I mean I could make you a sandwich?”
A smile spread across my face. “I love sandwiches.” He reached out for my hand and I placed