“I’m just wondering why I haven’t seen you naked in all this time we’ve known each other.”
That makes my dick jump. “Maybe everything is happening as it’s meant to.”
She smiles softly. “Maybe it is.”
When I get to her bedroom, I nudge the door open. Walking inside, I make haste to the bed and drop her down on the mattress. As she bounces, my eyes dart to her breasts. They’re perfect. Fucking beautiful. I could watch them all day.
My eyes never leave hers as I undo my tie and then my cufflinks, setting them on her side table. All the while she watches me undress. I toe off my shoes, then pull my socks off. Giving her a chin lift, I say, “Would you mind removing your clothes, Baby Girl? If I do it, you’ll end up with more ripped clothing, and I need to see all of you.”
She takes a breath, and I watch as I unbutton my shirt as she slides hers off. Then she unclips her bra and my mouth waters at the sight of her naked flesh. “Pants.” I nod to her lower half, and she slides her sneakers off, then undoes the button and zipper to her pants, sliding those off too. I discard my shirt, my skin hot and clammy from wanting her so much.
“Your body,” she breathes. “Oh, my god, you’re beautiful.”
I smirk. “Not as beautiful as you.”
Chelsea has seen me without a shirt on before, but she’s about to see a whole lot more than that. I’m heavily tattooed all over my chest, back, and thighs. I’ve been addicted to ink ever since I got my first tattoo years ago. Each and every tattoo signifies something in my life. A milestone. A destination. The angel depiction on my back is to signify family, protection and guidance. Just because my parents are well off doesn’t mean that myself and my brothers haven’t had to work hard for what we have. Dad didn’t just hand us the keys to the kingdom and say, have at it. We’ve worked our butts off to make sure Lucas Property Brothers survived the hard times and the downturns. In this business, nothing is guaranteed, but it’s my family that has kept me motivated and grounded. It’s easy to have your head up in the clouds when you have money to fall back on, but Dad never made it easy. He never spoiled us, or just handed us anything, and I respect him for that. Maybe I didn’t when I was younger, but I do now.
I focus on my girl as she leaves her panties on, and then folds her arms over her breasts. I shake my head. “Don’t ever cover yourself from me, Chels, let me see all of you.”
She bites that fucking lip again and I almost detonate. I unzip my pants, letting them fall to the floor. I keep my briefs on even though I know — by the fact her eyes dart to my dick — that she wants to see it. I want her to see it too, but I don’t want to scare the woman.
“Take it out,” she breathes.
Her dirty words only spur me on and make me more desperate for her. “I’ll show you mine, as long as you show me yours.” My shit-eating grin can’t be contained, just like my hard on.
I tug down on my briefs, pulling them to my knees, my dick springs free like he’s been let out of jail.
She gasps.
Okay, I like that sound.
I grab my length and sheath myself. Chelsea’s eyes are glued to my cock. “Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I’ll make sure you’re warmed up plenty. Now, panties off…” I raise a brow and she does as I ask. Such a good girl.
Before I get to see anything, I remove my hand, and she squints at me. “Wait…” Uh, oh. I knew this was coming. “Is that- is that a tattoo?”
I cock my head to the side. “A few of us were drunk one night.” I shrug. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Her eyes widen. “You tattooed your dick?”
“I also have a piercing, but I guess you would focus on that.”
I have a king’s crown; a barbel through the crown of my dick. It heightens pleasure not just for me, but for her, too.
“Wow.”
I grin, moving toward her. “Part your legs, Baby Girl, let me see you.”
Chapter Nineteen
CHELSEA
I stare at his dick like I’ve never seen one before. I mean, I haven’t seen seehisbefore, and it’s nothing short of spectacular. He has a tribal tattoo down both sides, kinda like the ones on his arms, and I swallow hard because all of these years I’ve known him, I never knew this. I not only didn’t know about the tattoo but also the barbel pierced through his tip.Holy guacamole.
“My eyes are up here.” He grins.
“I can’t…”
“Spread your legs,Mama,if I have to ask you again I might be inclined to put you over my knee.”
