Page 25 of Serenading Reagan
The joke was on him when he caught up to Reagan in her bedroom. She had clearly upped the stakes, as he could see her clothes on the floor and she was under the covers, looking at him with a mixture of lust, anticipation, and a hint of anxiety that he was desperate to erase.
He stood in front of her and slowly moved his hands to the top of his pants. Chase made sure his eyes stayed glued to hers and he was rewarded by a lustful darkening of her gaze as he undid his zipper slowly.
She glanced up at him. “How much time do we have?”
“Not long, but long enough,” he replied.
Reagan nodded, and he saw her take a deep breath before she pushed the covers aside and crawled to the edge of the bed, then sat back on her heels. He could see the nerves dancing in her eyes, and he knew this must be hard for her. To put her body on display like this. He was determined to show her just how much he appreciated it, when she beckoned him forward with a wave of her hand, and he realized her intention. When he stepped toward her, unbuttoning his jeans and slowly sliding them down his hips, he thought he might lose control just from looking at her. Gone was the anxious tint to her eyes, and all that was left was pure arousal.
“Holy fuck, Red,” he groaned when she reached forward and took over tugging his pants down his legs until they were tangled around his ankles. He took a few steps to quickly kick them to one side.
She looked up at him with a wicked grin and said, “If we don’t have very long, I’m going to take what I want first.” Reagan proceeded to blow his mind when she opened her mouth and took his cock inside. Her tongue ran along the base of his cock from bottom to tip, as one of her hands gently squeezed the base, the other holding his hip. Her mouth enveloped him in the most incredible wet heat he had ever experienced. This was a blow job that put all other blow jobs to shame. Reagan was enthusiastic, committed, and creative in how she moved her lips and tongue around his rigid length. He let his hands tangle in her hair, not to force her movements but just to ground himself in the sensations that were coursing through his body. The depth and intensity of the connection he felt with her in this moment stunned him. Being intimate with a woman had never felt so raw, so powerful, so utterly fulfilling.
When Reagan swirled her tongue around his tip, and used her hand to gently cup his balls, Chase’s head fell back, and he let out a moan. “Goddamn it, woman. Your mouth is fucking heaven.”
Her answering hum reverberated around his cock and he involuntarily tightened his hands in her hair. When she dug her nails into his hip and sped up her movements, he realized she had enjoyed the lightly painful sensation, so experimented with tugging gently on her gorgeous hair. Her sharp intake of breath and flare of heat in her eyes when she looked up at him told Chase that his girl was fine with a little pain with her pleasure. Careful not to push things too far, he kept his hold on her, occasionally squeezing tighter.
With the combination of her silky hair in his hands, her hot mouth on his cock and her hand cupping his balls, Chase felt his orgasm powering through him within minutes. His breath sped up until he was panting, his heart pounding right out of his chest.
“I’m about to come, Red,” he warned her, more than willing to back off. Reagan fixed him with a sultry stare and shook her head, doubling her efforts by sucking him harder and faster, squeezing one hand around the base of his cock in time with her mouth and using her other hand on his balls. Seconds later, Chase detonated with a loud growl of her name, his body shuddering. The sight of her swallowing him struck him deep within, igniting a primal sense of possession over her. She was his woman, and he was determined to never let her go.
* * *
When they arrived at Paulie’s tattoo shop an hour later, Reagan took in the nondescript building with only a simple sign that stated, ‘Wilson Ink’, with a nervous sense of excitement. That excitement was heightened by her body vibrating with unrequited lust. The sense of power and satisfaction she had after giving Chase a blow job was incredible. She would have never expected to enjoy it that much, and was filled with confidence and excitement by his reaction. But they had been left without enough time for her. Chase had whispered wicked promises of what he would do to her later, and secretly the anticipation was making her incredibly aroused.
Chase looked down at her outside the door. “You ready for this, Red?” he asked gently. “It’s okay if you just want to watch today. Getting a tat is a lifelong commitment and I want you to feel good about it, so there’s no pressure.”
Reagan swore her feelings for him grew even larger with that simple statement. She was beginning to realize that Chase was a man who would encourage her to stretch her limits, but always be her safe place to land if things went too far. His concern for her comfort and happiness was beyond anything she had ever experienced and all she wanted to do was show him the same care and affection. She leaned against the side of his body where he had tucked her in close for the short walk from the car to the front door of the building.
“I’m good, Chase, really, I am so excited to be doing this. I’ve wanted a tattoo for so long but had no one to go with me, not to mention no idea how to find a good artist.” She blushed then looked up at him earnestly. “You’re the first person I’ve ever told that I wanted to get something done to signify my Gammie. Callie doesn’t even know I wanted to do this. Not that she would judge or anything, I just never told anyone. I guess I never thought I would be brave enough to actually do it.”
The stunned look on Chase’s face confused her until she heard his reply.
“Jesus, Reagan. The fact that you trust me with this, me—not your best friend, or your brother, or anyone else, me—I can’t tell you what that means to me.” He cupped her face in his hand, a gesture she was coming to cherish as his special way of showing his affection. “I swear to you, Red, this will go down as one of the most memorable days of my life. Not just because we’re getting ink together, but because you’ve given me the honor of being here with you for this.”
When he stopped talking Reagan was so overcome with emotion, she reached up and pulled his face down so she could kiss him. It was a slow and sweet embrace, but still powerful. When they pulled apart, Reagan giggled to herself at the realization that both of them were breathing heavily. The reminder that he was just as affected by their connection as she, was always a good thing.
“Okay, let’s get this thing started,” she said, pulling Chase to the door where he held it open and ushered her inside.
The inside of the tattoo shop was a riot of artwork. Abstract paintings, mostly in shades of black, white, and grey, lined the hall. The walls were painted a navy blue, and the furniture was an eclectic mix of tables and lamps that looked to be antiques, and more modern, masculine pieces like the large leather couch that lined one wall. Standing behind the small desk just inside the door, was a young woman, with black hair, a lip ring, and tattoos covering her upper arms and clavicle area. She looked up when they stepped in, waved to them, and when she got off the phone, went around to the front of the desk to greet them.
“Hi, Chase, good to see you again. Paulie is just getting set up for you guys.” She turned to Reagan with a curious smile. “You must be Reagan. I have to say, we were surprised when Paulie said Chase was bringing someone, he has always been so private. Unlike most of our clients who use us as their therapists!” She laughed at the last part, before sticking her hand out to Reagan. “Sorry, where are my manners. I’m Andrea, the office manager. I’ll get your consent paperwork and leave you two alone.”
Reagan smiled back at the energetic woman, secretly loving the fact that it seemed she was getting behind the tough shell of Chase that he projected to everyone else. She got to see the funny, sexy, affectionate side of him, and she was starting to realize that not many other people ever did.
She was interrupted from her musings when an incredibly tall, bearded man walked up to them from the back of the shop. His hair was buzzed short, he had stretched ear lobe piercings, a nose ring, black eyeliner, and tattoos seemingly everywhere except for his face. At first glance he seemed fierce and intimidating, but when his eyes landed on Chase and Reagan, his face softened into a wide smile.
“Chase, my man! You ready for me? And how the flying fuck did you manage to get this gorgeous bombshell to hang out with you.” Paulie fixed his gaze on Reagan, and looked her up and down, openly admiring her. She flushed under the attention, but she didn’t feel uncomfortable, because Chase seemed perfectly at ease with Paulie’s flirting. She assumed that meant the man was harmless and again wondered at how easy it was for her to trust Chase.
“Reagan, beautiful Reagan, thank you for letting me be the one to take your tattoo virginity.” Paulie bowed over Reagan’s hand dramatically.
She laughed in return, as Chase shook his head at his friend and said, “Damnit, man, I told you to be cool.”
The bearded giant straightened up and grinned at Chase. “This is me being cool, asshole. If I were really trying to get your girl, she would be mine already.” Paulie winked at Reagan cheerfully. “But I can tell this lovely lady is stuck on your sorry ass.”
Reagan watched Chase, loving how at ease he seemed. Clearly, he wasn’t worried about their commitment to each other any more than she was, although she did notice his hands had tightened around her shoulder. Deciding to get things moving, Reagan fixed Paulie with the full force of her sassy personality.
“Alright, so we’ve established I’m happy with Chase, and your flirting won’t have any effect on me. So, can we get to tattooing already?”
