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"This is what I thought about," she whispers. "Every day. In this chair. Your face below me. Your hands on me. My art on your arm."
She starts to move. Slow, deep rolls of her hips, grinding her clit against my pelvis, taking me all the way in on every stroke. The chair creaks beneath us. Her hands grip the headrest behind me. I grip her hips, guiding her rhythm, and feel every squeeze of her pussy as she rides me. She's dripping, the wetness coating my cock, my thighs, the leather beneath us.
Her breasts press against my chest, her nipples dragging across my skin with each roll. I lean forward and take one in my mouth, sucking hard, flicking the nipple with my tongue. Her rhythm stutters. I switch to the other breast, biting gently, and her pussy clenches around me so tight my vision blurs.
"Nash." My name breathed into the air above my head. "Harder."
I grip her hips and pull her down onto me, driving up to meet her, burying myself to the hilt. She moans, her head falling back. I fuck her from below, my hips snapping up into her, each thrust deep enough that she gasps on impact. The chair groans on its hydraulic base. The wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of her fills the dark shop is obscene. It's the kind of sound that makes my cock pulse harder inside her.
My hands slide from her hips to her ass. I grip both cheeks and spread her, my fingers pressing into the crease, my thumb grazing her asshole. She jerks against me, her breath catching, her pussy clenching hard around my cock. I press my thumb against the tight ring of muscle, not pushing in, just holding the pressure while I pull her onto me at an angle that hits deeper. Ruby cries out as her nails dig into the headrest, her pussy tightening around me in rhythmic pulses. I can feel her walls fluttering, clenching, her body climbing.
"Look at me," I say.
She lifts her head. Her eyes find mine, the green bright in the shop light, tears at the edges, her mouth open, her face flushed. Ruby on my cock in her tattoo chair, looking at me with everything she has.
"I love you," she says.
"I love you." I pull her down onto me hard, grinding deep. "Come for me."
She comes looking at me with wide open eyes. Her mouth shapes my name without sound, her pussy clenching in waves around my cock, squeezing so tight I can barely move. Her whole body shakes. She grips the headrest, holds on, and doesn't look away. I feel every pulse of her orgasm around my cock, the wet heat pulling me deeper, her body milking me.
I come inside her with my hands on her hips. The orgasm tears through me, my cock pulsing in long, heavy spurts. I fill her and keep coming. Her pussy is still clenching around me, drawing out every last drop until my arms give out and my head drops against her chest.
We stay. Connected. Her forehead against mine. Both of us breathing hard. My cock still inside her, softening, her pussy still holding me.
Her fingers trace the fresh tattoo on my forearm, careful, gentle, avoiding the ink.
"Nash."
"Yeah."
"I just fulfilled a fantasy I've had since the first week I worked here."
"How was it?"
"The fantasy didn't do it justice. The fantasy did not include the part where you told me to look at you while I came, and I nearly died." She presses her mouth to mine. Soft. "The fantasy was good. The reality broke me."
I wrap my arms around her. She settles against my chest. The chair reclines under our combined weight, the hydraulic giving way slowly, easing us back until we're half sitting, half lying in her tattoo chair in the empty shop with her art on my arm and her body around mine.
"We should clean up," she says.
"Yeah."
Neither of us moves.
Chapter 29
Nash
Ruby'svoicefillsmyear through the phone as I swing off the bike in the clubhouse lot.
"The last piece arrived today. The green jacket. The one East destroyed by ordering it in a size that could fit a small horse. I have officially replaced every single item of clothing that man took from me, and Nash, I look INCREDIBLE. The jeans fit. The tops fit. Everything fits because I ordered it in my actual size, which is a concept East apparently never encountered because the man bought me a bra that could double as a hammock."
"How much did it cost?"
"We're not discussing cost. We're discussing victory. I won, Nash. I have defeated East's psychological warfare campaignthrough the power of online shopping and a credit card with a very forgiving limit."
The plan has been sitting in the back of my mind for a week. Since Ruby mentioned the third replacement order. East replaced her clothes two sizes too large. Ruby spent weeks rebuilding her wardrobe piece by piece. Knox already has the group text drafted. Today's the day.
