Forever Mine (Joe & Ella 2)

“I love you baby.” He said stroking my hair and face again, and I kissed the tip of his cock and smiled up at him.

“And I love all of you.” I sighed sexily.

He moaned again and pushed me back onto the bed as he crawled over me ready to return the favour.

“You need to stop bouncing from one home to the other Ella, just move in here you know it makes sense.” He said out of nowhere.

I didn’t need much persuading though, if having Joe at my beck and call was on offer.

“Okay.” I sighed as he trailed kisses down my stomach.

“That was easy!” He raised his eye brow at me.

“What can I say, I’m totally easy when it comes to you!”

35

Saturday morning and I woke up feeling rebellious, I wanted to do something crazy and so not Ella-like. It wasn’t often I felt like throwing caution to the wind like this so I always grabbed the opportunity with both hands when it happened. I grabbed my mobile phone from the night stand and dialled Robyn’s number.

“Hey I’m feeling wild today, fancy causing some trouble with me?” I grinned.

“Hell yeah dude, just tell me where and when and I’m there. We can ring Chris to bail us out of jail later.” She cackled. “What you got in mind?”

“I don’t know, I’ll go with the flow today.”

“Good answer, I love it when you go all bad ass on us Ella. Do you want me to come pick you up?”

“Yeah is that ok? My car is out of action at the moment.”

Joe wasn’t letting me go anywhere without him or some kind of security just lately, so my car was hidden away somewhere. I didn’t want anyone around today to kill my naughty mood, so the idea of sneaking out with Robyn was highly appealing.

An hour later we were driving through the streets in Robyn’s little Volkswagen, the guy Joe had trusted to ‘watch’ me was probably still sitting in the living room watching Orange is the New Black on Netflix and eating his weight in the popcorn I’d made him. Guy was so easily distracted it wasn’t even funny. How he could call himself security was beyond me, I wasn’t complaining today though.

Robyn parked up and we headed to the high street to start our adventure. In the vintage second hand shop we caused mayhem for the assistants by trying on the most hideous things we could find. We had the guy in the mobile phone shop tied up in knots with our outrageous flirting. Poor lad couldn’t have been older than twenty and he was dying trying to cope with the both of us. Then we headed to the pub on the corner to take a pit stop and decide what real hell we could raise in the afternoon.

“Maybe I should get a haircut?” I mused.

“Didn’t Joe tell you not to cut it? I thought he liked it long?”

“He does. Okay what else? Maybe get my nails done in some garish pattern?”

“Why does it have to be a bodily change?” Robyn asked and a light bulb went off in my mind.

“A tattoo!”

“Oh hell no, Ella you are the last person I’d expect to get a tattoo. Don’t do it, you’ll regret it tomorrow.” She begged.

“Not if it’s something I like. Something I’ll want to keep forever.” Forever, I daydreamed, just like my Joe. I thought the alcohol was going to my head but I’d only had half a gin and tonic. Then it made sense.

“I’ll get Joe’s name tattooed on me. He has my name on his chest.”

Robyn started to giggle.

“Ella, you can’t get Joe’s name tattooed on your chest. That would be a step too far for anyone even you on your crazy spree. If you want to have his name on you put it somewhere only he will see.”

A huge smile spread over my face, “Good idea, let’s go find somewhere to do it.”

“Ella, if you’re serious about this I’m not just taking you to any old place. We’ll go to my mate Pete he does mine and he’s the best I know.”