“One of them will catch you soon, man, and then you won’t know what f**kin’ hit you,” Denny says.
He’s right about that. Except Tru caught me a long time ago. I just wasted too much time screwing around before I tried to get her back.
“Where to now?” Tom asks.
“Home.”
“Fuck, that! It’s still early, and I need more alcohol to numb the pain of my tattoo and the fact that both my boys are whipped good and proper.”
Looking at Dave, I say, “Take us to the next decent bar you see.”
I let myself in, trying to be quiet so as not to wake Tru. The house is in complete darkness.
Staggering around, I make for our bedroom, pulling my T-shirt off as I do, careful of my new tattoo. Tossing the shirt aside, I stumble into our bedroom, trying hard not to make a sound. When I see my girl asleep in bed, she stops me in my tracks.
She’s wearing a satin nightgown, the pale pink one that I like with the lace on the hem. She’s got the sheets kicked back, and the nightgown has ridden up her thighs.
She’s so f**king beautiful. And she looks so very f**king sexy.
Her hair is all mussed up, spread across the pillow. Inch upon inch of her soft olive skin on show, just waiting for me.
My dick instantly hardens.
I need to taste her. Be inside her. I hate to wake her, but not enough that I’m not going to. I’ve got a raging hard-on the size of Texas, and it’s going nowhere until my girl has seen to it.
She loves midnight sex, and she has been really horny lately. Even more so than normal. Not that I’m complaining. When Tru is eager for the snake, you’ll hear no complaints from me.
Shucking out of my jeans and boxers, I kick them aside and climb up the foot of the bed.
Starting at her ankle, I run my hand up her smooth skin and keep going until I reach her thigh.
Stirring, she groans and rolls onto her back. “Hey, baby,” she says, sounding sleepy.
My dick gets even harder at the sound of her voice.
She f**king owns me, completely.
“Hey,” I reply, kissing her shoulder, grazing my teeth over her skin, my hand still moving higher.
“You have a good night?” she murmurs, but I can hear the sex in her voice. She’s so f**king responsive, and always so ready for me.
“Hmm,” I reply.
My fingers find her pu**y, wet and waiting. No panties. God, she is so f**king hot.
“And it just got a whole lot better,” I whisper in her ear.
She sucks in a breath when my finger rubs over her clit.
I push a finger inside her while I keep working on her swollen bud.
She’s so tight. The way she clenches around my finger, I know she’s desperate to be f**ked by me. About as desperate as I am to f**k her.
“I missed you,” she whispers, her hand reaching for my cock.
“Shit.” I wince when her fingers graze over my stomach, catching the gauze.
“What’s that?” she asks, sounding worried. Sitting up, she turns the bedside lamp on.
Her eyes hit my stomach. “What the hell happened?” Her eyes are wide. “Did you get into a fight? Jesus Christ, Jake.” She leans in closer to look at it, her fingers reaching, wanting to touch.
“No, baby, it’s nothing like that. Don’t worry.”
Fuck, I feel really nervous now. What if she thinks I’m a dumb f**k for getting it done?
Raising her eyebrow, she says, “You have gauze covering your stomach and you’re telling me not to worry?”
“I got a tattoo.” I smile awkwardly.
“You did?” She looks confused. “You never said you were thinking of getting another one done.”
I shrug. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while as a surprise for you. Getting it done tonight was more of a spur-of-the-moment thing.”
“You got a tattoo, drunk?” She raises her eyebrows.
God, she looks so f**king sexy right now. Hair all tousled, falling over her shoulders. The strap on her nightgown hangs low, her tits nearly falling out of it, practically begging me to release and suck on them.
I’m just about to throw her down and screw her senseless, tattoo forgotten, when she says, “Can I see it?”
I hesitate.
She glances up at me.
“Are you blushing, Jake Wethers?” She touches my cheek with her fingers.
“No,” I say, defensive.
I so totally f**king am. My face is as red as a f**king beet. Jesus Christ! What does she do to me?
“Why don’t you want to show me it?” she asks softly.
“I do. I just…look, I know I should have probably spoken to you about it before, but it just seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Jake?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you stop talking and just show me the bloody tattoo? I’m all intrigued now.”
Sucking in a breath, I take the corner of the gauze and lift it. I peel it back, revealing the tattoo.
I hear her sharp intake of breath, and I risk a glance at her face.
Her hand is covering her mouth, her eyes wide, as she lets out a small laugh. “You had my name tattooed on you?”
“Kinda,” I say, scrunching my face, looking down at it.
Tru Love
It’s across my stomach in arched script. God, I’m such a lame f**ker.
“You hate it. It’s lame, I know.”
“No.” She cups her hands around my face. “I love it. I love you. Jake Wethers, you are the sweetest man I’ve ever known.”