“Stop squirming, Emersyn,” I rasp in her ear.
“Don’t you give me that tone, Maddox Locke.”
“Watch that sass, Emersyn Locke.”
She narrows her eyes and then closes them tight. She’s been making that same face for the last thirty minutes, and every time I tell her to stop wiggling that sexy ass around, she throws her sass back in my face. I can’t wait to spank her ass later for it.
“Almost done,” Rex says.
I look over her body and give him a nod.
“You said that ten minutes ago,” she reminds him.
“Yeah. Then you started acting like a baby,” he laughs at her, returning to his task.
“Watch it, Em.”
Her eyes snap open again and I laugh. Oh, it’s going to be a fun night.
Bending over so that my lips are against her ear, I promise, “You’re lucky I got a babysitter for the whole night. By the time I finish, you’re going to be knocking the frames off the walls with your screams.”
“Ugh!”
I laugh again and she rolls her eyes.
“You two need to get all that shit out of your system before you come in here next time. Fuck, man. My girl’s out of town for another week and I have my two horniest motherfucking clients in my chair again. Every damn time.”
“Hey, watch your shit,” I snap.
“Watch my shit? You’re the one saying the shit. Not my fault my ears work.” He looks down at Emmy, pulls his gloves off, and stands. “All done.”
“Good. Now, get out.”
“You can’t tell me to get out, dude. I own the place.”
“Just did, Rex. Give me a second with my wife.”
He mumbles under his breath about annoying customers, but he leaves the room and shuts the door.
I lean down, and look at Emmy’s naked torso, and smile.
Right on her ribs, sitting under her bra line, is a big-ass antique padlock. The center has a detailed keyhole, and the way Rex shaded her blacks with gray gives it an almost three-dimensional feel. The shackle is engaged with the lock, holding it closed, but along the curve in masculine scrawl is the one word that sets my blood on fire.
Maddox
Seeing my name permanently inked into her skin is the biggest turn-on.
The rest of the tattoo though . . . There are no words for how big my heart feels right now.
There are two hearts locked in. The first heart has our first daughter’s name on it and the other with our second-born daughter’s name.
Maddisyn was born four years ago and hasn’t stopped screaming since. She has been my shadow since the day she learned to crawl. Wherever I went, she would follow. Her sister, Emberlyn, was born two years ago and is our silent thinker. She gave us one giant cry when she was born then settled in and let everyone fuss over her. She’s been the same since day one.
We’ve been talking about having another baby for a few months now, and as much as I love seeing her pregnant, I’m not sure if I can handle another daughter. The first time Maddisyn told me that she had a boyfriend, I almost lost my shit. At least this way, with two, I can keep my eye on one and Emmy can help with the other.
“Damn, Em.”
“Looks good, hmm?” she asks.
I help her off the table and she walks over to the mirror. With tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, she admires it. I can tell that she loves it.
“Looks perfect.”
She turns and her eyes go to my chest—more specifically, my newest tattoo. Across my chest, with a slight curve, is the one word that has come to mean so much over the last five-plus years.
BLESSED
Emmy had the idea to add two sparrow birds on either side, one for each of our girls, and altogether, it makes the perfect tattoo to represent our life together.
“I love you,” she sighs, not taking her eyes off my chest.
“I love you back,” I reply.
“Let’s get out of here so we can enjoy a night of you making me scream the walls down.”
When I yell for Rex, he comes to finish cleaning and covering her new tattoo. I toss a few bills down, grab her hand, and drag her out of the tattoo shop.
Time to get my wife home and show her how much I love seeing my name on her body.
*
“I can’t take anymore, Mad! Please, baby!” she screams out in pleasure when I bring my hand down on her already pink ass.
I smooth the skin over with my palm before running my hand down to push two fingers deep inside her soaked pussy. Her walls try to hold my fingers in deep, and I know she’s seconds away. If I give her a few deep thrusts, she is going to come hard.
But not yet.
“Please!”
“You can keep begging, Emersyn, but I’m not fucking this sweet cunt until I’m good and ready.”
“I’m ready, you big jerk!” she yells over her shoulder.
I bring my hand down again and grab her firm flesh in a hard grip. “Watch that damn sass.”