One More Day (28 page)

"God, you're distracting."

"You didn't have to stop."

He laughed.  "Patience," he said, lifting his hand to his mouth, and gently sucking at it.

For some reason that turned her on more.  With a moan, Mack closed her eyes.  "How much longer?"

"Hour or so for my part," Ryan said.

"That's not what I meant."

"Six days."

"Finish the tattoo, baby, and stop teasing me."

He took a deep breath and began working, again, but his mind had wandered.  "Mack, you ever been on top?"

"No," she said.

"You mind being in control?"

She shrugged, and he jerked the irons from her skin, making a noise at her. 

"Sorry.  And I have no idea."  She was blushing, and she knew it.

He never looked.  His face was completely focused on the art, but his words were about something so very different.  "I keep thinking of you kneeling over me, my dick in your hand, deciding just how deep I'm allowed to go, this tattoo teasing me the whole time."

"Ryan?" she asked softly.  "I don't want to wait."

"You have to."

"Will you show me what to do?" she whispered.

"Yeah," he said, glancing up at her.  "And you'll show me.  That's how it works, sweetie."

They said nothing more about it, and Ryan finished his portion of the work.  With a sigh, he set down the equipment, and lifted her outside leg, shifting the blanket.  He placed a fold of it across her hip, leaving the one with the phoenix's tail bare.  He moved another fold across her chest, then leaned over and kissed her, staying just far enough away that she didn't try to do more.

"Colby's turn," he said.  "You're covered.  Just be good."

He walked out of the room, but she could hear him outside the door.  "Bro!"

It didn't take long before she heard Colby as well.  "My turn?"

"Yeah.  You fucking get a hard on from my girl, I do not wanna know about it."

Colby entered the room laughing, then paused.  "Damn, Mack."

"What?"

"That's one hell of a bird on your pussy."  He laughed, glancing at the door.  "K.  I think we're safe.  You gonna get all shy on me, now?"

"I'm laid out like a cheap buffet," she groaned.  "I can't really get any more not shy!"

"You could drop the blankey," he teased.

"Fuck off."

He laughed, and took his place on the stool, adjusting it for his taller frame.  Grabbing the equipment, he made a few more changes, then leaned over her.  "Mack?" he asked before he started.

"What?"

"I'm not quite as gentle as him.  Lemme know if this gets bad?"

"Promise."

Colby started adding to the piece at the bird's head, always touching her professionally.  When he reached the portion that went across her pubic bone he paused.

"You're fine," she said.

"Didn't realize this was easier on girls I didn't know," he said softly.  "You sure, Mack?  Ryan can do this."

"I'm sure.  My two favorite men are doing this piece.  You gettin' a stiffy yet?"

He lifted his head quickly, his eyes widening when he met hers.  "Maid of fucking honor.  Just say that randomly a few times, K?"  He sighed.  "And don't ever say you're fat again."

"Uh?"

"We're not talking about my dick.  You're fuckin' hot, Mack.  That stays between us."

Chapter 29

For the next four days Ryan was religious about making sure her new tattoo was covered in ointment.  Naturally, he also used it as an excuse to see her writhing under his hands.  While he explored her body, he refused to let her do the same, making her even more aware of how much she wanted him.

It was a Thursday afternoon, almost two weeks since her last check-up, four weeks since her surgery.  The incision in her waist was closed, the tattoo was nearly healed, and for the first time in as long as she could remember, Mack felt amazing.  The first three hours the shop was open, Ryan flirted with her incessantly, and Colby just egged her on.

When clients began to arrive, she tried to focus, but failed.  Only his rock-hard body and luscious lips were on her mind.  Every time she looked over her shoulder, she saw him, wearing little more than a skin-tight tank, his brightly colored arm begging for her kisses.  Each time she looked, he glanced up and met her eyes with that crooked smile.

"I want to get this done," a girl said, laying a piece of paper on the desk, drawing Mack's attention back to the present.

"Same colors?" Mack asked. 

"Yeah."

She was pretty.  Very pretty, with long dark hair, and curves in just the places Ryan liked them.  Mack looked back and saw Colby deep in a piece on a guy's chest, but Ryan was cleaning his equipment.  She didn't want him to get this client.  The girl was too pretty, and too much like the type of women he was attracted to.  That, and she had hair.

"K.  Let me draw this up,  I'll be right back."

She headed into the break room and grabbed a few supplies, doing her best to dawdle.  The art was simple and would only need to be transferred over but, maybe, if she took long enough, Colby would be done.  Walking slowly, she headed back to the front, hearing voices.

"Yeah, it won't take long.  Where'd you want it done?"  Ryan asked.

"Between my shoulder blades," she said with a flirtatious giggle.

Mack came around the corner and saw the girl nearly leaning over the counter.  Ryan lifted his chin and glanced at the paper that held the design, and Mack knew she'd lost.  He already intended to do this girl's tat, right across her bare back.

"You grab transfer?" he asked.

"Yep," Mack said, forcing a smile.

The corner of Ryan's lip twitched, and he glanced up at the client, then back to Mack.  "Willing to transfer that over for me, baby?" he asked, leaning over to kiss her neck.  With his mouth so close to her ear, he whispered, "Jealous?"

"Yes," she said simply, looking up at him.

"If you don't distract me, I'll show you the trick to shading," he told her before glancing back at the client.  "If you don't mind.  My girlfriend's learning the art.  She'd just be observing."

The pretty girl looked at Mack and shrugged, then turned back to Ryan.  "Sure."

"Not much longer," Ryan said. "You'll be making fools of Colby and I before your hair's even back, love."

She laughed, all too aware that he was proving to her where his attention lay.

"Did you shave it?" the girl asked.

"Nah.  Chemo," Mack said.  "Had a little round with cancer.  Find out Monday if I won."

"Oh!"  She looked at Ryan again, then back to Mack, making the connection.  "Well, I hope so!"

In a better mood, Mack quickly got everything ready, then headed to the private room with Ryan, setting out the supplies before they brought the client back.  When she turned to walk out of the room, he grabbed her arm, and pulled her to him.

"I don't have any interest in her," he said softly.

She glanced down.  "You made the point," she said.  "I'm sorry, Ryan.  She's just your type."

He shrugged.  "She's not you, but I kinda like it when you're jealous.  You should kiss on me more."

"Not when you're working."

"Yeah," he said, pulling her closer.  "When I'm working, when you're working, I don't fucking care."  He rested his palm on the side of her face, and did exactly that, caressing her tongue with his before stepping away.  "Now let me get the client."

The rest of the night only got worse.  The more Mack looked, the more Ryan responded.  By the time they closed, he was kissing her every time he passed the desk.  Oddly, Colby hadn't teased her about it.

"How much left?" Ryan asked.

"I'll be done by the time the report is," Colby said.

"I beat you both," Mack teased.  "Just need to upload the pictures, and I'm good."

"Dinner?" Ryan asked, leaning around the counter to look at Colby.

He just laughed.  "Bro, I'm headed out for a bit.  Prolly won't be back till three or four.  Told a friend I'd stop by."

"Cool.  Ok, lemme finish my job, then."  With that, he headed into the office.

Colby didn't waste any time.  He wiped at the chair one last time, then headed over to Mack.  "Honest to god truth, Mack.  If you can't work tomorrow, tell me?"

"What?"

He tapped the calendar.  "What day is it?"

"Thursday."

"Look at your fucking clock, babe, and try that again."

It was after midnight.  Technically, it was Friday - the day her doctor had told her to start vaginal dilation therapy.  Well, that or sex.  Colby rubbed her bald head and smiled.

"I know you won't say shit to him, but swear you'll at least tell me?"  She just nodded, so he tilted her face up.  "Kid, no is still a viable option.  He knows that."

"That isn't the problem," Mack said, leaning back.  "Shit, Colby.  That's not the problem at all."

"Then stop fuckin' worrying about it.  I'm done, so I'm outta here."  He rubbed her shoulder, then walked into the hall, yelling, "Ryan, gimme your damned bike."

"Fill it up," he said, tossing the keys.

Mack glanced back at her screen, watching the number of pictures slowly count down, her heart beating faster.  She wasn't sure if knowing took away some of the excitement, or made it worse.  Behind her, the boys were talking softly.

"Didn't know you had plans," Ryan said.

Colby chuckled.  "I can read a damned calendar," he teased.  "I'm fuckin' making them.  You're good to go."

"Feel like a fucking teenager," Ryan said.  "This goes good, you gonna gimme a hand?"

"Already told ya I would," Colby said.

"Tomorrow?"

Colby laughed.  "One more day, bro."  He raised his voice.  "You two be good.  I'm gonna have a damned coffee."

"Night, Colby," Mack yelled.

"Fuck yeah."  He patted the wall, then marched out the back, closing the door solidly behind him.

Mack didn't even bother to wait for the camera to finish.  She stood and made her way into the office, then leaned against the door.  Ryan glanced up and smiled before flicking his eyes back to the screen.

"Rumor is I got busted," he said, not sounding ashamed at all.

"Technically, it's Friday."

"Yeah."  He clicked on something, then sighed.  "Fuck it.  Damned thing's running." 

He pushed his chair back and headed right for her.  One hand reached for her waist, the other for her neck, and he kissed her more passionately than he ever had before, pulling her to him.  Mack was sure he felt her heart pounding against his chest, and she reached for him, pulling him closer.

"God," she breathed, tugging at his shirt, wanting her hands against his skin.

He groaned softly when her hands slid along the waist of his jeans, and he kissed lower, his teeth brushing the soft skin under her jaw.  "We have to make it upstairs," he said, refusing to stop.

She trailed her nails lightly along his back and he sucked in a breath, then found her mouth again.  Slowly, he pressed her a step back, kissing her as he walked her pace by pace up the hall.  His hands slid higher, brushing her nipples and Mack moaned, pausing in his hands before pulling away.

"You lock the doors?" she asked, turning to their door.

"Yeah," he said wrapping his arms around her again.  "And most of the lights."

He pressed her another step forward, gathering her shirt in his hands and sliding his fingers under the material.  His hands teased her ribs, strong, guiding her slowly but surely toward his bed.  As they passed the break room, he flicked the switch, but when she made to pull away, he stopped her.

"Leave it," he almost growled, meaning the light.  "Just open the damned door."  She turned the knob, pulling it open, and without separating, they moving inside.  "Just promise me one thing?" he asked.

"Anything," she breathed.

"Stop me if you need to," he said softly.  "Just don't lie to me."

"I want you, Ryan," she said, pulling her shirt over her head.  "You."  She took a step up the stairs.  "All of you."

"Oh baby.  You have all of me," he said moving toward her.

"Not yet," she teased, staying just out of his reach.

She let the shirt fall from her hands, and reached for the clasp of her bra.  His eyes closed in pleasure, but only for a moment.  He wouldn't want to miss any of this, but she stayed just an inch too far away, slowly leading him up the stairs.   She slipped off her bra just as her feet found the second floor.  It, too, fell to the floor, and her hands moved to the waist of her pants, but Ryan was done chasing.

He stepped into her, his hands pulling her hips toward him, crushing her bare chest against his shirt.  His mouth found her neck, and he kissed her savagely before sweeping her into his arms, carrying her to his bed.  Laying her on the blankets, he kissed her again, sweetly, then moved away, leaving her longing for more.

As he closed the two large doors, Mack pried off her shoes and socks, so aware of every inch of her body.  She lifted her hips and shoved at her pants, but he was there, sliding them from her legs.  Somewhere he'd lost his shirt, and when she grabbed at him, her hands met bare flesh, begging him to come closer, the sound of her breath loud in her ears, but he resisted.

Somehow he managed to remove his shoes, even with her pawing at his body, then he reached for the button of his jeans.  She sat up, her hands covered his, and he closed his eyes, letting her.  Slowly, she slid down the zipper, nothing but bare flesh beneath her fingers, hot, hard, and throbbing.  Moving aside the cloth, his hard cock sprang free, a single drop of fluid glistening at the tip.

She pushed his jeans out of her way and grabbed him, her hand solid around the shaft, his gasp of pleasure making her even more excited.  Her fingers slid down his dick, her other hand reaching for his balls, finding them hard and tight, and she glanced up.  His lips were parted, his breath coming quickly, but he gasped when her wet tongue met the underside of his swollen dick, trailing slowly up it until the head entered her soft, willing mouth.

"Baby," he breathed, reaching for the back of her head.

She worked every inch of him, her hands teasing, her mouth caressing, until his knees wanted to buckle.  When he tried to pull away, she locked her fingers in the denim, and held him, her other hand stroking in time with her mouth.  She moved faster, pulling his hips to her as she swallowed every inch of him, listening to him pant and groan.

"Mack," he gasped.  "Baby, I'm gonna..."

But she didn't stop.  Ryan had finally given in, and this was one thing she knew how to do.  She wanted to hear him.  She wanted to feel him in her hand.  She wanted to give back just a bit of the pleasure he had given her over and over.  Her hand slipped down his shaft again her mouth following behind, and he tightened his fingers in her hair, urging her to take just a bit more.  She did, and he sucked in a breath then nearly growled as his hips tensed, spilling himself down the back of her throat.

"Holy shit," he sighed, moving his hand to her shoulder, holding her for balance. 

"Come to bed," she said softly.

He nodded.  "Yeah.  Please tell me you'll do that again."

"Often," she swore.  "Figured getting you a bit less excited might make that damned thing fit better.  If I can't even get my hand around it, we might have problems."

Flopping on the bed beside her, he laughed.  "You just rocked my fucking world."  He reached for her, and pulled her against his shoulder.  "I loved you before you gave blow jobs like a demon.  I think I love you more, now."

"I love you, too."  She snugged into him.

"I'm also not done with you," he said softly, pulling her hips across his.  "I love that damned tattoo.  I've been dreaming of you right here for as long as I can remember."

"Ryan?"

His hands slid up her back, his eyes drinking her in.  "We have all night, baby."  He sat up and kissed the line of her stomach.  "Just you and I, as much or as little as you want."  His fingers slid around to the sides of her breasts, his thumbs sweeping higher.  "I'm going to make you cum.  I don't care if it's my hand or my dick, and I'm going to watch your eyes close and your lips part."

"God, I..."

"Shh," he whispered.  "It feels good.  You look so damned good.  Relax, Mack, and let me just love you."