Hidden Ink (Montgomery Ink #4.5)(25)

When he pushed her back slightly and stood in front of her, she let her hands run down his chest and hooked them into his belt loops.

“I want my mouth on you, Hails. Think you can stand when I do that?”

She shook her head. “No. The last time you put one of my legs on your shoulder while you had your mouth on my *, my knees gave out. Remember?” Her knees about buckled then just thinking about it.

Sloane ran a hand over his beard. “You’re right. Okay. I have an idea.” He quickly gathered her up, eliciting a squeak from her throat, and moved to the kitchen where he set her down on the island in the middle of his kitchen. It wasn’t that big of a kitchen, but the island fit. Barely.

And now her ass was on it.

Nice.

“Isn’t this where you cook?” she asked, tilting her head to the side so he could nibble at her neck.

“I’ve never put food on this. I don’t cook all that often. Now stop thinking and let me love you.”

She squeezed her eyes shut at his words but let him kiss her, then let him take off her pants. Hailey leaned back on her arms as he knelt in front of her, placing her legs on his shoulders. At the first lick of his tongue on her cunt, she let her head fall back, his name a whisper on her lips.

He devoured her. There wasn’t another word for it. The feel of his beard scraping the inside of her thighs made her even wetter—something she hadn’t thought possible before Sloane. He hummed along her clit and her legs shook as she came, his name that much louder from her lips.

“Sloane. I need you inside me.”

She looked up and he already had his pants off and the condom on his cock. Without a word, he gripped her hips and tugged her to the edge of the island. She sat up to put her hands on his shoulders as he sank into her. He was so freaking big that he stretched her, but it was a good stretch, the kind that led to orgasms and f*cking rainbows and unicorns.

When he started to move, she let her head fall back once more. She couldn’t breathe, not when her heart raced and her body felt warm, tingly, and on fire all at once. He put his hand on her back and she looked at him.

“I need a better angle,” he growled. “Can’t feel all of you. Need you to be able to move with me.”

With that, he pulled out and carried her over to the living room, one hand f*cking her with his fingers, the other keeping her steady. She gripped him tightly, loving this side of him. When he sat on the couch and placed her on top of him, she slid right back on his cock and they both froze. At this angle, he was deep. So deep. She had to breathe a moment so she could accommodate all of him.

“You okay, Hails? This good for you?” His voice was low, his eyes dark.

“Yeah,” she gasped as she started to rock her hips. “Better than okay. Fuck me, Sloane.”

“Then move, darling. Move.” He gripped her hips and lifted her up before slamming her back down on his cock. She dug her nails into his shoulders and rode him, their bodies sweat-slick and her * clenching him as she neared the edge.

“Come for me, Hails. Come on my cock.”

She met his eyes and came, his voice so low it vibrated deep within her. He crushed his mouth to hers as he came with her, his seed hot inside the condom. Her body shook, but she kept moving, not wanting this moment, any moment with him to end.

Because she may have just had another bout of the best sex of her life, but she knew something was still off. There was something wrong with her Sloane.

Something that told her if she didn’t figure out what it was, he wouldn’t be her Sloane for much longer.





Chapter Seven



Sloane stood in the office of Montgomery Ink and tried to figure out what he was going to do next. His back hurt from bending over too long with the last client, on top of not being able to sleep that much the night before.

He hadn’t let Hailey spend the night, making sure he took her out to dinner before dropping her off at her place. But he knew she’d caught on that she hadn’t woken up in his arms. He’d never woken up with her pressed against him.

There was something wrong with him and he knew it. He had to talk with someone because not doing so would only make things worse. For Hailey.

There wasn’t much he could do about how he felt about himself at this point. As soon as he finished her ink, he’d find a way to let her go so she wouldn’t end up hurt because of him. Once she knew how he’d come to be, how he’d ended up in Montgomery Ink, she’d see. It wasn’t fair to keep at it, to keep having her in his arms. He’d already told himself that he wouldn’t sleep with her again—even if his body ached for it. It made him an * to keep having her with him, knowing he couldn’t keep her. Yes, it was better for Hailey in the long run not to be with a man such as him, but it didn’t make it any easier.

“Sloane?” Callie came up to him, her hand on the barely noticeable bump at her center. “There’s a man outside asking for you.” She bit her lip. “I don’t think he wants to come inside, but I was out there trying to get some fresh air and saw him.”

Sloane’s senses went on alert. “Who was it? Are you okay? Should you be going outside alone in your condition?”

Callie shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. “You sound like Morgan. I’m fine going outside in the daylight. I promise. But I don’t know his name. He only said he wanted to talk to you.” She took a deep breath. “He’s wearing a uniform, Sloane. But it’s old and dirty. He also looks strung out, but I don’t exactly know. It could be that he’s homeless and tired, but it seemed a bit more than that.”