Haleigh's Ink (7 page)

“Scott, please fuck me… I’m so damn close already and I want
you inside me when I blow.”

Scott’s mouth popped off, but he couldn’t help but swipe him
one last time with his tongue, eliciting a distressed groan from Kyle.

He kneeled behind Kyle and nudged his legs apart, catching
sight of the small tattoo he had inked on him after they’d gotten together.
Kyle had always been tight lipped about the why’s of that tattoo, and Scott
hadn’t really thought about it in quite a while.

He smiled with an answer to a mystery finally answered.
Kyle’s asshole clenched as he pulled his cheeks apart, rimming the tight ring
he was about to fuck.

“Oh God. Please, Scott… Please… You’re killing me here.”
Kyle fisted the comforter, arching, desperately trying to move away. Scott
brushed his thumb against Kyle’s firm hole.

A whack split the quiet room and Kyle moaned low. “You’ve
talked bad about yourself, which puts me in a piss-poor mood, and now you’re
begging for something you sure didn’t earn.” He slapped the other cheek and
then petted the two red marks that appeared on the skin of his ass cheeks. “Why
should I help you?”

Kyle latched on to the material beneath him. Scott knew he
was trying to restrain himself from squeezing the base of his dick to keep
himself from coming. He spread lube, teasing his opening, determined not to
make it easy on him.

“Because I want to bring you pleasure, Sir. Nothing would
make me happier than if you’d fuck me as long and as hard as you wanted. I want
your marks on my body. Inside and out.”

Scott slipped a lubed-up digit deep inside the recesses of
Kyle’s body. His arousal kicked up a notch knowing Kyle was fully willing to
take anything Scott needed, no matter how demanding he’d already been. “I’m not
even buried inside you yet, and you’re so damn close to coming. I’ll be
impressed if I get there before you’re coming again without permission. Why are
you so horny, Kyle?” He pushed another slick finger inside, pumping and
stretching the tight hole so that when he got his dick inside he wouldn’t hurt
him this time.

“You, Scott,” Kyle answered and his arms nearly gave out as
Scott slapped him again.

“Don’t lie, Kyle, or I’ll walk away right fucking now. I’ll
tie your ass to the bed and make sure you can’t touch your cock to get off.
I’ll come in every fifteen minutes and suck you until you almost come and then I’ll
walk away again.” Scott grabbed ahold of Kyle’s stiff flesh and tugged on it,
working him until Kyle’s mouth opened in warning. He stopped right before
Kyle’s body could get thrown into ecstasy.

“So, answer honestly or I see blue balls in your future, my
friend. Who’s got you so turned on you’re slick with sweat and your balls are
so tight they’re about to blow?”

“You…” Kyle answered. Then he whispered, “and Haleigh. The
two of you are all I’ve ever wanted.” Air sawed in and out of his lungs at a
fast clip. He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth.

“Good answer, Kyle,” Scott praised as he straightened,
letting Kyle’s dick bounce away from his body one more time. Scott replaced his
fingers with the head of his cock and pushed forward. “Don’t you dare come
yet.” He willed his body not to plunge forward but a sweet cry from Kyle
filtered into his ears as his dick decided it didn’t need any more foreplay. He
was balls-deep inside his lover’s ass before he could utter the words, “Sweet
Jesus.” His idea of making him work for it dissolved as he pictured Haleigh
again.

“She wants you, Kyle.” He spoke the words as he grabbed
Kyle’s hips and yanked him back to meet his thrusts. Their balls slapped
together, making them both curse. “Can you imagine what it would be like to be
buried in her pussy right now? To be surrounded by her wet heat and to feel her
cling onto you while I’m fucking you?”

Kyle’s arms finally gave out and his upper body fell to the
bed. Scott followed him to the mattress, pushing on the lower half of his body
until he completely collapsed. That wouldn’t stop him from taking his fill.
Kyle knew he wasn’t nearly through with him yet.

“I want to watch you take her. I want to see your cock slide
into her pussy as she claws at your arms, screaming as you to take her for the
first time. Close your eyes and image it. You, filling her core and feeling her
squeeze tight around your cock as I stretch your ass with my dick.”

“Yes,” he grunted as his bottom half arched toward Scott,
the change in angle making him want to howl. Scott twisted his hips and changed
the position in which he penetrated him. The end of his dick pushed against the
knot of his prostate and Kyle tightened on every stroke.

“Do you want to come, Kyle? Are you going to come and empty
your balls, imagining fucking Haleigh and her sweet virgin pussy?”

“Please,” Kyle begged.

“Come. Shit—”

“YES!” Kyle shouted and he clamped onto Scott’s dick so hard
it threatened to rip the orgasm from both of them. Scott was determined to hold
it in. He moaned, thrusting inside Kyle’s clenching ass. He jerked every time
Kyle tightened against him. His lids were squeezed so tightly, white stars
burst behind his eyelids. His orgasm roared through his body, sizzling along
his spine, pumping into his lover.

He lowered himself onto his elbows on either side of Kyle’s
body and did his best to keep most of his weight off him except where they were
still joined. He pumped in and out slowly several more times and he grinned as
Kyle’s breathing caught in his chest every time he moved. He kissed his
shoulder and smiled.

“Sex with you has been amazing from the first time, Scott.
But that…that was in a whole new realm…of…
wow
.”

Scott finally pulled free from the tight clasp of Kyle’s
body, eliciting a moan from him as he got to his feet on shaky legs. “It’s
Haleigh. I get why you don’t want to, but you need to talk to her.”

“Maybe,” was all he got but it was something.

“Go take a shower. We’ll talk after you get cleaned up.” He
helped him out of bed and heard him chuckle.

“I can’t imagine safely getting into the bathroom without
falling over. My legs are shot.” His shaft lay against his leg and it twitched
when he noticed Scott eyeing him.

“Then I’ll join you in the shower in just a minute, to make
sure you’re safe, of course.”

“Safety in pairs. You must be trying for another Boy Scout
badge.” Kyle barely made it past the door before a pillow from the bed smacked
the wall beside him.

Forty-five minutes later, two satisfied men fell into bed
together and Scott pulled Kyle close. “I found something very interesting
tonight.”

“What?” Kyle asked with a yawn.

“That first day you came to me, along with the ink on your
chest, you wanted a tattoo on the inside of your thigh. A small butterfly, and
you said it was for someone special.” He waited to see if Kyle would admit to
anything, but he remained silent.

“You called Haleigh ‘Butterfly’. I find it very interesting
she happens to have a birthmark high on her leg in the exact same spot you have
your tattoo. Don’t you find that interesting? I don’t believe someone you just
wanted to fuck would be important enough to put on your skin. Especially
someone you decided to permanently walk away from.

“I didn’t fuck her. I sucked her precious untouched little
clit into my mouth and sucked her off until she screamed. It was amazing, and
do you know what the only thing missing was? You, asshole. She wanted you
there, and so did I, but you had already bailed. She’s not going to wait on you
forever, especially after you walked away again tonight. Which was totally
shitty, by the way.”

“Thanks for the support.”

“Anytime. And furthermore,” he continued directly from his
soapbox. “I love you, Kyle. Ever since you walked into the shop demanding I
tattoo a pirate ship all over your chest, like you were Popeye or some shit.”
Scott switched off the light, extinguishing all the illumination except for the
faint glow from their smartphones. He reached over and hauled Kyle close until
his head lay on his chest again. “Wanting to get inside that girl doesn’t make
me think you want me any less, it just means you have one sound brain in your
head because that woman is something fine. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.”

“And technically you’re a hetero-virgin too, just like
Haleigh. It’ll be pretty special when you two are together.”

Kyle didn’t comment. Scott didn’t need him to. Kyle’s
fingers rubbing gently over the butterfly ink was answer enough.

Kyle lay there for an hour trying to fall asleep. He was
exhausted, physically and mentally, but everything that had changed tonight
nagged at him.

He crept from the bed, tugging a slip of paper out of
Scott’s jeans, along with a tiny pair of panties. He inhaled the sweet scent of
Haleigh’s sex, used the light on his phone to memorize the number before
crawling back into bed. He tucked both reminders under his pillow, breathed a
sigh of delicious anticipation and fell fast asleep.

A couple days later, Kyle found his balls and called
Haleigh. The stilted conversation was awkward, but he managed to convince her
to meet him for a beer at CJ’s Bar the following Wednesday.

He sat in the corner booth waiting for her to arrive. Nerves
skated up his spine like he was on his first date.

Chris Kennedy, one of the owners of CJ’s and also The
Library, plunked a beer in front of him.

He took a load off in the other booth. “Haven’t seen you or
Scott in a few, you guys all right?”

Kyle swallowed a mouthful of beer, trying to put more than
two words together in his head. “We’re good, shop’s busy. How ’bout you?” He
glanced around the crowded bar. “Looks like business is good.”

“Yeah, it’s good. Hey, we meant to say…thanks for your help
with Cyn. And Scott’s too, if you could pass it along.” Chris stretched his
shoulders, his neck, rubbing at his eyes.

“No problem, man.” The dark circles under his eyes were hard
to ignore. “I’ve never seen you so exhausted. Everything okay?”

He scrubbed his short hair then shot a glare at the bar.
Kyle followed his gaze to where Jared, Chris’s fraternal twin, stood taking an
order.

“I messed up. Cyn’s asked for some time alone and both of us
are chomping at the bit to claim her. We aren’t letting her go. Not now that we
found her.”

“Anything I can do to help? We’re here if you need us.”

Chris nodded once in his direction. “Appreciate it. Where’s
Scott? You guys normally come together.”

Kyle shrugged while trying to tamp down the nerves. “I’m
meeting a friend of mine to catch up. We ran into each other in the shop a few
days ago. I haven’t seen her since high school.” He speared fingers through his
hair. “We’re thinking of bringing her to…uh…play.”

Chris’ mouth tilted up into a Grade-A Dom leer. “Since the
incident a few weeks ago, and that fucker attacking Cyn, security is tighter.
Scott will need to fill out the necessary paperwork. We’ll do a background
check and if all of that clears, she’ll be granted temporary guest status.”

“He got the lowdown from Nick last night. All the necessary
info should be over to you guys by tonight, or tomorrow at the latest.”

“Am I early or late?” Haleigh asked, stepping up to the
table before Kyle even realized she’d arrived.

Kyle and Chris both stood.

“Neither,” Chris answered. “You’re right on time. Chris
Kennedy.” He held out his hand. She smiled that shy smile, and Kyle’s heart
thumped in his chest.

“Haleigh Grace, nice to meet you. Kyle was telling me about
this place a few days ago. So, you own CJ’s?”

“And another business. My brother Jared and I own them
together. He’s the snarly guy behind the counter tonight.”

She glanced around, briefly focusing on the other man. “I
barely found a parking spot and it’s only what, eight o’clock?”

“We thankfully stay pretty busy. What can I get you to
drink, Haleigh?”

“Can I have a lemon-lime soda? No alcohol, please, since I’m
driving.” She wrinkled her nose, reminding Kyle of how enchanting she was.

“Yes, ma’am.” Chris stalked off, winding his way through the
couples already on the dance floor.

Kyle waved Haleigh into the spot Chris vacated and sat
across from her.

“So, how are—”

“Thanks for com—”

They both laughed, breaking the tension.

“I’m glad you came. I really wanted to talk to you, and
apologize for running out the other night. Seeing you at the shop shocked the
holy hell out of me.”

“I’d hoped you’d call. Wondered if you would since I kind of
ran out myself…later.”

She blushed the prettiest shade of pink, but was saved from
saying anything else when Jared arrived with her soda.

“For the lady.” Jared smiled as he set her beverage down in
front of her. “I’m Jared, the good Kennedy twin. You must be Haleigh.”

They shook hands. Then she took a nervous sip of her drink.
“How do you know who I am? Have we met before?”

“Nope. I’d remember you. Scott mentioned you last night.
Said you were supposed to show up tonight. Well, we’re short our favorite
waitress, so I’d better get back to it. Holler if you need anything.” He
clapped Kyle on the shoulder and smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes, then he
was gone.

“So, how’ve you been?” Haleigh asked.

“Good. Graduated college forever ago. Traveled for a few
years, then settled around here.

“How did you meet Scott, if you don’t mind me asking?”

He shrugged, smiling at the memory. “I decided to get a
tattoo on my twenty-fifth birthday. I wanted some big obnoxious visible FU to
everyone who didn’t understand me, who I was and that it was supposedly okay to
be myself. It’s taking me a while to learn that last part. I hadn’t actually
come out to my parents, or anyone else in the family, but all of the snide
comments they made about ‘people like that’ were enough to set my teeth on
edge. Scott, thankfully, talked me out of the big pirate ship with naked girls
on it. I ended up finding a place to be myself, a lover I hadn’t been counting
on, friends that don’t judge me and a job I love. Not much more I could ask
for.” He took a swig from his frosty glass. “I’d always hoped to see you again
though. I’m sorry I bailed on you after high school.”

She stared at her glass for a minute before looking up at
him. “Why didn’t you talk to me? Did I say something mean or hateful, because
if I ever did I apolo—”

“It wasn’t that,” he admitted, grasping his beer with both
hands to keep from reaching for her. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I couldn’t
come up with what to say, or how to tell you who I really was.”

“Then what? Was it me? You just didn’t want to talk to me?”

He fisted his hair. “It wasn’t you. It was everything. I was
scared to come out to you, it freaked me out something hardcore.”

She relaxed, squeezing his wrist. “No time like the present.
I’m all ears.” He threaded his fingers through hers and curled them over her
small hand. “I want to listen, Kyle. Not what you think I want to know. I’m
made of stronger stuff than most people give me credit for.”

He squeezed lightly, holding on, not wanting to lose her
warmth. “I knew I liked guys growing up, but my parents are…yeah, uppity.
Nothing was good enough. Having a gay son? Having a coming-out party wasn’t
going to happen for me. So I held it all in and left as soon as I graduated.
Don’t know which of us was happier I was gone, me or them.”

“I’m sure your sisters missed you though. Did you at least
stay in touch with them?”

He shook his head, feeling like an asshole. “Not really. I’d
talk to them at the holidays but that was about it. I shut them both out
because I didn’t want to be reminded of being the black sheep. I’d had quite
enough of my parents reminding me I wasn’t ever going to be what they wanted me
to be.”

“I get that. Parents can be wrong about things. They’re only
human, or at least that’s what I tell myself over and over again. Each time I’m
not
perfect
enough for Mother.”

“God that’s right. I forgot I was preaching to the choir
about sucky parents. How’s the old battleaxe anyways?”

She laughed at his usage of the nickname he’d used behind
Mrs. Grace’s back for years. “Just as starched, polished and rigid as always.
Never a hair out of place. No signs of actual use on her clothes. They wouldn’t
dare show a crease or mark.”

“God forbid.” Kyle shuddered in mock horror.

There were very few friends with whom you could be separated
for almost ten years and pick up right where they left off. Haleigh was
absolutely one of those rare treasures.

“Would you like to dance?” jumped out of his mouth then
shriveled his balls when her mouth fell into a tiny “O”. “Or not. We could
just—”

“I’d love to,” raced across the table to him and sank
inside, warming him from the inside out.

He stood, never releasing her hand for fear she might
disappear. The dance floor was crowded, but that was fine with him. A slow song
was on and he held her close, relishing the contact. She smelled like lavender
and honey and he breathed in her scent, trying not to let his hard-on brush
against her.

“I wish you would have told me everything sooner,” she
mumbled with her cheek against his chest. “I never would have judged you.”

“I remember your face when you saw me kissing Scott. You
were shocked. You tried to cover it, but I could tell. God, what you must think
of me…” He retreated a tiny bit, giving her enough room to jab him in the pec
with her short-nailed finger.

“Kyle Anthony Muse!”

Only Haleigh could scold him with his full name. His mother
couldn’t, not even growing up, but this pint-sized girl had always been able to
say it in a way that snagged his attention, and he wanted to do anything to
make her happy. He stared at her and couldn’t have been more surprised at what
came out of her mouth.

“How dare you assume what I’m thinking? Has it been so long
you don’t remember what I promised you? What we promised each other? That we
would always be there. That we would be friends until the day we died. We would
look out for each other forever, because neither of us had anyone else we
wanted that from. I would have supported you no matter if you’d told me you
wanted to audition for the Ice Capades, or become a professional Jell-O
wrestler. You were my best friend and I never would have deserted you. I was
standing in that tattoo parlor because I had an appointment. I couldn’t have
fathomed you were there so yes, I was shocked to see you, but not because you
were kissing jerkfa—I mean Scott. I was stunned because I couldn’t imagine what
you would assume of
me
being there.”

He was silent trying to wrap his mind around what she said.
“So you aren’t disappointed with me?”

“I’m sad you didn’t trust me well enough to talk to me. I’m
angry you reasoned I would desert you. You’re not some serial killer, Kyle. You
don’t gun down elderly people in the park for sport. You like guys. Well, so do
I. That doesn’t make me a disappointment. The same goes for you.”

He tried to kick-start his brain but it took a minute.
“Wait. Why would you being there be a bad thing?”

She cocked her eyebrow as if the answer were obvious. “I
wasn’t exactly there to borrow a cup of sugar.”

He gave her the only answer he could.

He kissed her.

The shock of his mouth on hers froze her in place. He palmed
her cheeks, expertly opening her lips, coaxing them wide enough to slip his
tongue inside. He tasted her, feeling her exhale roughly. She tried to resist,
then sighed, tentatively sliding her tongue against his. She whimpered and
stood taller to get closer to his mouth. Blood pumped through his head and
along his spine before zinging up to fill his painfully erect dick.

He jerked her head back by the hair at the nape of her neck,
fighting to rein in his arousal.

Haleigh blinked up at him. “I’m sure I heard…you correct and
you’re gay…right? ’Cause that felt like more than…a simple hi-how-are-ya.”

“You’ve always been different for me. No other female ever
raised my sail. But you? Yeah. It was hard.”

“What was hard?” she asked with a swallow.

The mental image of being buried in her mouth when she did
that sent his libido through the damn roof.

He grabbed her wrist, tugging it between their lower bodies,
pressing her palm against his throbbing cock. He was thankful there were enough
people around. No one else but the two of them knew what was happening. “To be
friends with you. To fight the attraction. It wasn’t fair to you.”

She shivered, moving closer, trapping their hands.
“Shouldn’t that have been my choice? I wasn’t a child any more than you were,
Kyle. We were so connected. Close. Like family.” She said it like a hundred
years had passed, and he ran his thumb over her wrist. “So much has changed.”

“Not the important things. We both had crappy home lives
growing up, proving affluence doesn’t automatically mean you’re being taken
care of. We like tattoo shops and piercings.” She laughed, just like he hoped
she would. “Scott told me what happened at Inkfluence.”

“Oh God. I’m so sorry. I have no excuse. What came over me,
it…I—”

He kissed her again, consuming her moan when it slipped
free. “Don’t apologize. The only thing I’m upset about is the fact I wasn’t
there, and that’s my fault, not yours. Not Scott’s.”

“But you’re his boyfriend, and he…and then I… I must have
lost my mind in that room.”

“I’ll tell you this. He’s never done that with anyone in the
shop before. Other than me, and that’s only if I beg for it.”

“Then shouldn’t you hate me for what we did? I’m glad he
told you,” she added quickly. “I was mortified after it happened and ran out. I
was sure you were going to be so angry you’d never want to talk to me again,
and that I’d blown any kind of connection we could still have. I wondered if
that was why you asked me here tonight. To yell at me. I didn’t mean to do
anything behind your back, and I was so embarrassed for…”

“What?” He moved close to her ear. “Coming?”

She glanced at the couples surrounding them, making sure no
one else stood close enough to hear, then nodded.

“Had you never come before? At twenty-seven I can’t get my
brain to process that.”

She moved against his body, which suited him just fine. “I
thought I had. Really. But it wasn’t anything like that. As soon as Scott put
his mouth on my… That was totally different. What you must think of me…”

Kyle couldn’t help but grin. She’d used the same words he
had earlier.

“I’m still mad at myself for it, and embarrassed. Why did he
do it?”

“He didn’t want you to suffer so he took care of you.” She
scowled and he massaged her temples, kissing her softly. “And your moan when
you saw us kissing? It was fucking hot.”