Loved By Him - Tattooed Brides

“No,” she moans.

“Tell me why,” I demand, keeping up my punishing pace as I slam into her over and over, not caring that the door is rattling like a damn headboard.

“I can’t take your name yet. It won’t feel right,” she says causing me to pause.

“Trouble,” I say before leaning down and taking her lips in a brutal kiss. I love her more than I can say.

“Let me come and stop teasing me,” she demands and how can I refuse that? I keep fucking into her until her pussy squeezes the life out of my cock and she comes on me. Only then do I give in and fill her, groaning her name. Slowly, I pull out of her and set he back down onto the floor gently. She moves away from the door and rights herself, while I do the same. Suddenly, there is a knock on the door, and it bursts open. I thought I locked that motherfucker. I’ve barely gotten my pants up where they belong, they are hanging open, but everything is covered.

Abigail Hanson, a TA of the English Literature professor whose office is next door, is standing in front of me. Her eyes are wide as she immediately figures out what is going on here. Shit. The poor girl is in her first year of college, probably barely nineteen.

“I’m so sorry,” she says backing out of the room, leaving the door open.

“Wait. Abigail,” I shout, and she turns around.

“This isn’t what it seems,” I tell her.

“I thought something was wrong. I heard shouting,” she says immediately turning red.

“Abby? Abby Hanson?” Mads says running over to her, pulling her into a hug. “I had no idea you were here

“You know each other?”

“She is from Iowa too. What are the odds?”

“We went to Sunday School together.” I turn around and finish getting my pants buttoned.

“What a small world,” I say joining them.

“So, what is going on here?” Abby finally asks.

“We’re engaged.”

“Congratulations, but what about the rules?”

“I am graduating soon, I just turned in my application. Please help us, Abby.”

“Of course, Madalinn. Of course.”

“I can’t believe you are here, Abby. We are going to have so much fun.”

“I have no trouble admitting that I have been lonely here.”

“Not anymore, friend. Oooh, come with us. We are going to Savannah. Jimmy’s sister works in a tattoo shop and we have appointments this afternoon. Then we can get some dinner.”

“That sounds fun. Let me get my stuff.” She leaves the room.

“We are taking her with us?” I ask.

“She’s really nice, I promise. Well, she used to be. I am sure she still is. I can’t believe I didn’t know she was coming here. When I was last in Iowa, I was there for my parent’s funerals. I can’t go back.”

“I understand, baby. I understand.”

I haven’t been back to the Tattooed Vixen since I found Shaynah. This will be my first of many tattoos done by them.

“Hey Bro,” Shaynah says as the three of us walk in. “Mads!” she exclaims running out from behind the counter to pull her into a hug.

“I see how it is,” I grumble before chuckling.

“Shut up. Who is your friend?” she asks looking at Isabel.

“This is Abby Hanson.”

“Nice to meet you, Abby. I am Shaynah, James’s sister.”

“Nice to meet you too,” she says but she hasn’t stopped staring at the guy behind the reception desk, who clears his throat loudly.

“Right. Since you insisted that I be the one to give Mads her thigh tattoo, this is Isaac. He’ll be doing yours. Since you are just getting Mads name on your chest, if Abby wants one too.”

“Yes!” she shouts at the same time Isaac says yes.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure that shit out. I keep my thoughts to myself though.

I head in with Isaac and my chest piece includes Madalinn’s name as well as two intertwined hearts. By the time we get home from dinner, Isaac and Isabel have gone off on their own leaving Mads and I alone.

“Let me see it,” I demand. I wouldn’t let her show it to me while Isaac was nearby, but now? Now she’s all mine.

“Hold your horses, Jimmy. At least let me get all the way inside and get my shoes off,” she says closing the front door and locking it. Then she kicks her shoes off.

Then she’s slowly stripping off her dress, quickly followed by her bra and those tiny panties from earlier. My gaze travels down her body and then I see it. Covered in saran wrap is my handprint on her thigh. Also written there is Jimmy and the same two intertwined hearts that I have.

Chapter 8

Mads

I stand before him naked, while he stares at me. Gently, I pull the saran wrap off my thigh, while he stares at me. I need him inside of me now. Just the thought of his name on my skin forever excites me beyond belief. I take his hand and lead him to our bed. I thank God that it was just Abby that burst through the door earlier. That could have been really, really bad.