Chapter 14

The following day Trey was tattooing a cobra around a man's arm. The muscled biker had been in the chair for half an hour. Glancing toward the waiting room he saw all of the guy's friends waiting for him. Several women were muttering to themselves, flashing their own tats and stroking each other. The scene would be every guy's fantasy, but Trey couldn't get past the image of June on her knees before him, sucking his cock.

"Are you all right? Are my people distracting you? I can get them all the fuck out," the biker said.

"No, I'm good."

"One of my bitches would be happy to suck your cock or fuck you if you need to take the edge off."

Trey laughed. "No, I've got one of my own bitches, and she'd kick my ass if I let another woman's lips around the crown jewels."

"You've got a woman now? I remember a time when Trey Hunt didn't fuck just one pussy," the guy said.

He searched through his mind trying to get the man's name to pop into his head. Paul, yeah, it was Paul.

"Guys change. I've changed. There was a time I'd have taken you up on the offer, but I'm good. I've got a good thing going, and I don't want to risk it for a little light relief."

"I can see that. Is this girl good?" Paul asked.

Sitting back, Trey tried to find the right words to describe her. "You better not take the piss, or I'll make this cobra look like a giant dick," Trey said.

Paul started laughing. "Whatever, just tell me. I'm fucking bored, and you won't have one of the women working my cock. I may as well talk with you."

"The woman I'm seeing doesn't want it to be known we're together."

"Is the bitch ashamed of you?" Paul asked. "You don't go sticking your dick in places like that. It only ends badly."

"I used to bully her back in high school. I made her life horrible. It's something I regret, and no, I'm not giving her a pity fuck or anything like that. I like her, Paul. I more than like her."

"Are you in love?"

"I don't know."

He looked up at the man expecting something like

mockery. Paul was looking through the glass.

"You see that blonde at the back?" Paul asked. Looking through the partition Trey noticed a blonde,

with lots of ink, in a short mini skirt and tight top. "Yeah."

"She's mine. None of the guys know it. They all make a play for her, but she turns them down. I'm the only guy been between those sweet thighs, and let me tell you, man, her pussy is fucking sweet."

Trey chuckled.

"I know all about feelings. If this woman feels the same way then snatch her up."

"And if she doesn't?" Trey asked.

"You let her know you're the man for her. You don't give her a chance to see another man."

Paul was older than he was, wiser. Going back to the ink, Trey did the curvature of the snake.

"Her parents have fixed my girl up with another man, on a date for this Friday," Trey said. He'd never opened up to a customer like this.

The biker looked at him. "She told you?"

"No one knows about us, but we're exclusive," Trey said.

"That's good she told you. It means she's not trying to have the best of both worlds. What are you going to do about it?"

"What can I do? She's going to be on a date, and there's nothing I can do but wait until she gets home."

Paul laughed. "Yeah, you could be a pussy and wait for this man to prove he's the better option than you, or..."

"Or what?"

"Or you can fight for your woman. If you're serious about this and you don't want any other guy to have her, then prove it to her. Be the man she wants and needs without anyone else getting in the way."

"Is that what you'd do?"

"It's what I did." Paul looked through the glass. The blonde looked at him, and Trey saw the love shining in her eyes. The love and the lust were glowing back for Paul.

Trey had witnessed the lust and the contempt along with a mixture of hatred but never love from June.

"She hated my biker lifestyle. She hated the women fucking all the bikers and never knowing if I was fucking them or not. I wasn't but she didn't know that, and one morning she left for the bus. I got on my bike and hunted her down. She was stood waiting for the fucking bus. She wouldn't get on my bike or listen to me." Trey listened to the guy's words. "I climbed off my bike, picked her up in my arms, and kissed her. I promised her the moment she got on the back of my bike I was hers. No other woman would touch or taste me. She'd be my woman, by my side without any problems."

"Why don't the other guys know about her?" Trey asked.

"You're a good kid, Trey. I'm in my forties, and I travel from place to place doing what I want when I want to do it. Over the years I've made enemies. You know this is not a good lifestyle, but she makes me good. She's my weakness, and to my enemies, it's the key to getting to me. She's the love of my life, and I'm not going to let anyone hurt her."

Trey nodded. "I understand, but I doubt the folks around Winters Fall will agree with the good kid part."

Paul burst out laughing. "Tell me, good kid, who's the girl?"

Sitting back, Trey looked at his client, debating on what to say.

"I'm not going to spill the beans to anyone. You can tell me the truth and not worry about anyone finding out."

Going back to the tattoo, Trey let out a sigh. "The girl who owns the bakery across the street, the girl with black hair, she's the one."

"You're fucking June Armstrong? Kid, you're fucked. Her father is a wrecking bomb when it comes to that girl."

Trey grimaced. "I know, but we're sort of together."

"I know June. She's a good girl. If you're going to make a play for her and get her away from the other man then you need to be serious about it."

"I'm serious about her."

"Then fight for her."

Trey listened to Paul talk some more. He continued to work on the tattoo. Every once in a while his friends would bang on the glass window separating them. Paul would yell and throw in some curses.

"Fucking assholes don't know when to stop it."

"I'm almost done. Are you staying around Winters Fall for a while?" Trey asked.

"Yep, I'm going to make sure you're taking care of my aftercare."

"Sure. I'll go and write everything up. I'll meet you in the front of the shop." Trey did the aftercare and put all the needles away, washed his hands and headed out the front of the shop. He noticed Paul had his arms wrapped around the blonde. No one else noticed the moment the couple shared because they were too busy being rowdy with each other.

Paul paid cash for the tattoo, giving him a pointed look. "When's your next client?" Paul asked.

"I've not got another until after lunch."

"Then go over there and show her what she's missing." Paul gave him a wink. "If it was me, I wouldn't give her a chance to forget about me."

He left without another word. Rounding the counter, Trey checked through the window. The shop was getting busy, but he was getting desperate for a look at her.

Trey didn't give himself time to doubt his actions. Closing the shop he headed over to the bakery.

Molly was serving up the front, and June was nowhere to be seen. Going up to the main counter he asked where June was.

"She won't want you to be in the back," Molly said, trying to take an order and deal with him.

"I don't care what you think. She's in the back?" he asked, ducking under the counter.

"Trey, stop it. You'll get me fired."

"No, I won't. We both know June adores you. I just need to talk to her about something."

He walked around the counter and found June pouring flour into a bowl. For several seconds, he stood away, watching her as she worked. Her glorious hair was pinned up under a hairnet.

Knowing what those strands felt like, Trey felt himself getting hard. Stepping behind her, he wrapped his arms around her middle.

June knew she should be angry. She should curse, rant, and rave at him. There was no way she should let him get away with bending their rules. Even as all those thoughts went through her head, she couldn't help but be happy with his arms wrapped around her. Closing her eyes for a few seconds she let herself feel the pleasure of his arms wrapped around her. His masculine scent invaded her senses taking over the cinnamon smell in the air.

"You're breaking the rules," she said, wishing he'd break more.

Her pussy was on fire, creaming with every passing second he was holding her. Her nipples were rock hard, pressing against the shirt she wore. The bra felt nonexistent as her nipples rubbed the fabric.

"I'm not breaking the rules. No one can see us. All Molly knows is I need to talk to you."

"What would you be talking to me about?" she asked, gasping as his teeth nibbled on her neck. His touch made it hard for her to think.

"Well we could tell her the truth and that we're fucking like rabbits every chance we get." His hand reached up, cupping her breast.

"No, we're not saying that."

"Then how about we say that you're in love with me and I'm just giving you a shot at me."

Rolling her eyes, June shook her head.

"Nah, not a good one either. Then how about this, you're seeing me so I can ink your body. You're wanting me to give you the right ink to add to your other one."

"You just want to touch me," she said. She'd not been thinking about her ink, but she liked the fact he'd been thinking about it.

"It's sexy as hell. I can make it even more, and I just want to touch your skin. I want to put my mark on you."

"I'm not yours to be possessive over." His palm went around her neck, holding her close. At the same time, his hand cupped her between the thighs underneath the apron she wore.

"You're mine to get anyway I want. Remember your bargain, baby."

He bit down on the back of her neck, and June couldn't take it anymore. Spinning in his arms, she slammed him against the wall, smashing her lips against his. She was begging for him.

Tugging on his hand, she moved him back to the office.

Closing the door, she heard the lock flick into place.

Removing the apron, she turned back to him. Trey already had his jeans around his knees and his cock covered in a layer of latex.

She tore at her trousers and stepped out of them. He tugged the hairnet from her hair, lifted her on the desk and spread her wide.

"This is not going to last," he said.

"Then make it count."

He slammed inside, going to the hilt.

Crying out, June held onto the edge of the desk. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I want you so much. I can't do my fucking job because of you." He pulled out only to slam back in. Trey was thick, hard, and a solid wall of muscle.

She tightened her walls, feeling him pulse.

"Harder, Trey. I need you so much."

He pushed inside her. His hard thrusts were relentless and sent her over the edge of passion and sensation.

His cock was a thick brand inside her, begging for her to come.

She gazed up at him, watching as the pleasure

crossed his face. He looked totally lost to the pleasure. June moaned as his lips were on hers once again, drinking down her moans and cries.

"Fuck, I'm going to come."

In three hard thrusts he climaxed, leaving her at the point with no hope to get over the edge.

Before she could complain, he pulled out of her body, knelt down and started to suck and lick her clit. It was too much and not enough. His tongue flicked her clit, going from side to side, up and down. Fingers found her entrance and circled it but didn't penetrate.

"June, are you okay?" Molly asked. Her voice penetrated through the door.

Trey plunged two fingers into her pussy. Biting down on her lip, June did everything she could to contain her screams.

His tongue punished her clit, hard and soft strokes, combining together, and her mind was going down the drain.

"I'm busy. I'll be out soon."

"Are you sure? I saw Trey looking for you, and I can't find him."

He's about to give me an orgasm. Fuck off.

Instead she told her they were talking and would be out soon. Molly left them alone.

Trey increased his efforts, going faster and hurtled her over the edge and into bliss. He licked her, drinking down her orgasm.

There was nothing for her to do other than shudder in his arms and wait for him to finish. He wasn't letting up until she shuddered her way into a second orgasm.

He stood up, leaning over and smiled. "That's to make up for my coming before you," he said, rubbing her nose with his.

"I can't think." She cupped his face, making him stop. "This shouldn't have happened here."

"Let me work on your tattoo, and no one will know. I told you, I'll have you where and when I want you." He helped her to her feet. "If I can think clearly, surely you can as well."

She didn't say anything. Trey helped her into her panties and trousers. Closing her eyes, she felt his fingers skimming up the outside of her thighs.

"I can't think when you do this," she said.

"Good. I'm working with a needle, and I have trouble thinking. So are you going to let me do it?"

"Do what?"

June worked her hair under the hairnet and turned to look at him.

"The ink. Will you let me finish your design?" he asked.

"I guess I've got no choice now. You and your big mouth have pushed me into a corner."

"It's for a very good cause." He moved in close, wrapping his arms around her. "You can think. I can think."

"We'll see how long this lasts." She pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

"I think you'll be surprised." He helped her with the apron, and together they walked out of the bakery. Molly was icing some cakes, looking at them both strangely.

"I'll, erm, book an appointment in a couple of days." "Be sure to do that. I'll work on designs."

He turned to leave.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Molly asked after the sound of the door closing settled between them. "What do you mean?" June asked, wiping her hands down her apron. What was she doing?

"I'm not stupid or deaf. The machines can't stop me from hearing you two being together," Molly said, pointing at the big machines.

June felt her cheeks heat. "It's nothing. Nothing is going on, and nothing is happening. He's going to help me with my tattoo."

She moved away, going to the bread baking in the oven. In another five minutes it would be finished.

"I thought you two were enemies. He bullied you through high school, and now you're sleeping with him?"

"Look, it's complicated, I know that. It's a bit of fun. There's nothing to it."

"I thought about that with Sasha and Luke's father. It was just a bit of fun and then when I found out I was pregnant I realized what a total mistake I'd made," Molly said, dropping the icing bag. She watched as Molly pressed

her hands onto her hips. "What the hell are you doing, June? He'll hurt you, and then you'll find some reason to leave."

"Wait, hold up. We were not friends through high school, Molly. Don't even try to make out we were. You didn't even know I existed let alone be friends. Why would I be leaving?" she asked, confused.

"You don't get it. You've got the wealthy family who'll do anything for you. Your family will not let you get hurt, and if you leave they'll support you. If you go then I've got nothing. This is all I have, June. I know we weren't friends through high school, and I actually regret that because I sit and wonder if my life would have been different."

June listened, feeling sorry for the other woman.

"My so-called friends wanted nothing to do with me. I fell down, and no one wanted to pick me up. My family kicked me out, June. The guy I got pregnant with gave me a half-assed proposal when I told him. We were a bit of fun, and he didn't care about me at all. You're the only person who has seen past the teenage pregnancy to the woman underneath, and for that I'm happy."

"I'm not going anywhere, Molly. This with Trey is just a bit of fun. Neither of us is looking for something long term. We've both got lives to deal with. This is just fun, and we're not going to get hurt."

Molly snorted. "You're mistaken on everything."

"Please, don't tell anyone about this. Trey and I don't want anyone to know the truth."

"Your secret is safe with me."

They were silent for several minutes, and June placed the bread onto the cooling rack.

"Are you going to tell me who the father of your babies is?" she asked, not expecting an answer.

"It's Dale Lewis. He's the father."