Page 9 of Rome
“It looks like you have a new client coming in for a consult at two-thirty that day, but you have enough time to push it back until three, and still be done in time for your four-thirty client.” I nodded, and Lacey made a note on the pad in front of her. “I’ll call the client and tell her we need to push her time back.”
“Thanks, Lace. Let me know if that’s an issue and I’ll see if I can move anything else around.”
I stepped to the side as the still-giggling women moved forward, crowding me at the counter.
“Um, can you, like, um, do a tattoo for me right here?”
I barely restrained my eye roll as I turned to look at the redheaded woman, who had pulled down the front of her shirt to point at a spot right above her right nipple. She took another step toward me, brushing her body against mine, and I stepped back as I shook my head.
“No, sorry, I’m done for the day, but Dax will be happy to help you.” The woman pouted and took another step toward me, reaching her hand out to trail her fingertips along the front of my cut. I brushed her hand aside and stepped back again.
“Lace, I’m out. I’ve got to get home,” I said, ignoring the redhead who was grumbling under her breath with her friend.
“Are you sure you don’t have time for a quickie? A quick tattoo, I mean,” the redhead corrected herself, with yet another breathy giggle. I didn’t bother to try to hide my eyeroll this time.
“I’m sure, believe me. I need to get home. I’ve got a hot date with mywife,” I emphasized the word, flashing my ring finger, which featured not only a wedding band but also Abby’s name tattooed on the skin underneath the band. I’d inked that myself, the day after she’d agreed to be my Ol’ Lady all those years ago. I didn’t wait for the woman’s response as I turned and headed out the door.
I jumped on my bike and sped out of the lot a little faster than I probably should have, and ten minutes later pulled into my garage, coming to a stop next to Abby’s car. After I turned off my bike, I sat there for a minute, rolling my shoulders to try to ease the tension that had gathered there. I slung my leg over my bike and arched my back, almost groaning in relief as it popped.
Fuck, that felt good. I had turned twenty-seven a couple of weeks ago, but I swear to God I felt at least a decade older these days. Between the physical strain of hunching over a tattoo chair for hours, and the stress of dealing with Pic’s shit, my egg donor, and even Abby’s pregnancy, I was feeling beat down to the depths of my soul at the moment.
I entered the house through the mudroom, pulling off my boots and leaving them on the mat next to the door, and hanging my cut on one of the black wrought-iron coat hooks on the wall. I padded through the kitchen and on into the living room, finding my sweet wife on the couch, with her Kindle resting on the swell of her belly as she read. She looked up with a sleepy smile as I walked over to her, and I leaned over to kiss her upturned lips.
“Hey, baby girl. Missed you today,” I said, rubbing my hand over her baby bump as I sat down on the cushion next to her. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close, and she rested her head on my shoulder.
“I missed you, too,” she said, her words slightly muffled against my chest.
“Where’s E-man?”
“Pop offered to keep him for a while. They’re ordering pizza and having a “guys’ night”. He’s going to drop him off in a few hours.” Abby said, looking up at me with a sly grin.
“So, what I’m hearing is that I can take my time making love to my beautiful wife for the next few hours, without being interrupted by an almost four-foot-tall cockblocker.” I nuzzled my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. She angled her head to allow me better access, and I brushed her hair aside so that I could drop soft kisses along her neck up to her jawline. I captured her lips with mine and groaned as I felt her slip her tongue out to lick across my bottom lip. Bringing my hand up to cup the side of her neck, I deepened the kiss, stroking my tongue along hers.
“Mmmm, I needed that,” I told her huskily, before taking her lips again. We made out on the couch for several long minutes, with my kisses growing more heated with every breathy moan Abby made.
“Let’s go upstairs, Caleb,” she whispered against my lips, and I reluctantly pulled back to look down at her.
“Are you sure you’re feeling up to it?”
She grinned at me as she nodded her head. “I just woke up from a little nap, so I’m good to go,” she assured me. I stood up, holding my hands out to help Abby up from the couch, then guided her up the steps in front of me.
Once in the bedroom, I hurriedly stripped, ripping all my clothes off and throwing them aside in the time that it took Abby to take off her T-shirt and bra. She reached for the waistband of her leggings, and I covered her hands with mine.
“Let me do that, baby girl,” I told her, slipping my hands underneath the waistband so I could cup the cheeks of her ass. I lowered my head and kissed her again, releasing her only to push the clothing down over the ample curves of her hips and slide them down her thighs. I helped her step out of them, then tossed them aside before pulling her body flush with mine. My cock was fully hard, standing erect between us, and I couldn’t resist grinding it against the notch at the top of her thighs. It wasn’t all that easy to do with her swollen belly in the way, but I managed.
Abby reached down between us to wrap her hand around me, and I groaned against her lips as her fingertips brushed over my balls before stroking along my shaft.
“Feels so good,” I muttered as I pressed open-mouthed kisses along her jawline, then moved down her neck. I flicked my tongue along the pulse-point at the base of her neck, breathing in the scent that was so uniquely Abby. She moaned softly, and her grip on my cock tightened as she jacked me just the way she knew I liked it. When the pad of her thumb slid over the head of my dick, gliding easily across my slit with the help of the beads of pre-cum gathered there, my hips bucked at the jolt of pleasure.
“I want to suck you off,” she breathed in that sexy tone that always set me off. She started to lower herself to her knees, and I quickly stopped her.
“Caleb – “
“No, baby girl. Not like that. Sit on the edge of the bed where you’ll be more comfortable.” As much as the sight of Abby on her knees drove me wild, there was no way I wanted her kneeling for me while she was this far along.
I pulled back the navy-blue comforter, then watched as she settled herself on the side of the bed. I grasped my leaking cock, giving it a rough pump as I eyed her luscious curves.
I stepped forward between her parted thighs, cupping my other hand around the back of her head as I jutted my hips forward and fed her my dick. She licked her plump lips and leaned down, eagerly circling her tongue around the engorged head. My grip in her hair tightened and she moaned softly, her breath ghosting over my skin and making me shiver. She flicked her eyes up to meet mine as I stared down at her. She held my gaze as she slowly, deliberately, licked a stripe from the root of my shaft to the tip. She ran her tongue along the underneath side of the flared head, then moved over me and swallowed me down.
