Because right after I realized that at some point Hawke had removed his wedding band and was now wearing it on a chain around his neck, I saw the new tattoo on his chest, right above Revay’s.
The tattoo that was a perfect replica of the picture I’d taken so long ago of the two birds I’d hoped to one day follow to freedom.
Chapter 25
HAWKE
“Oh my God,”Tate whispered just before he covered his mouth with his hand. His shocked eyes lifted to mine and he slowly lowered his hand. “How?” he asked, his voice cracking as tears flooded his eyes.
I’d stopped caressing Tate as soon as he’d seen the tattoo, but instead of answering him, I removed one of my hands from where I’d been holding him and reached into my nightstand drawer. I handed him the picture I’d taken from the trailer and he stared at it for a long time, letting his finger run over the pieces of tape I’d used to put the picture back together. The tattoo artist had gotten the image exactly right.
Tate lowered the picture and reached out to trail his finger over the ink on my skin.
“Why?” he asked.
I raised my fingers to wipe away his tears. “Because I needed something of you that I could keep with me. You may not have believed you were ever strong enough, Tate, but from the moment I met you, that’s all I saw. You’ve taken on every storm in your path and come out the other side.”
Tate shook his head in disbelief, but I was glad when he didn’targue with me. Of course, he seemed incapable of any kind of speech, so I wasn’t sure if that wasn’t part of the issue. His arms went around me and I held him for a long time – as long as he needed.
When he leaned back to once again look at the ink, his finger brushed over my wedding ring. It hadn’t been as much of a struggle to take off as I’d thought it would be, but when I’d been faced with the prospect of hiding it away somewhere, I hadn’t been able to do it.
“Does it bother you?” I asked.
Tate pressed his fingers over the ring and shook his head. “No,” he choked out. “No, it doesn’t bother me.” He lowered himself back down and continued to play with the ring and the tattoo.
“Will you make love to me, Tate?” I said against his ear before brushing it with a kiss.
Tate nodded against me and then pulled himself back and wiped at his face. He climbed off the bed and held out his hand to me. He ran his hands up and down my sides, setting my skin on fire with his touch. “Does the door lock?” Tate asked.
“What?”
“The door? Does it lock?”
With Tate’s caresses wreaking havoc with my mind and body, it took a moment to understand what he was asking and why. When I finally got it, I nodded and stepped away from him long enough to lock the door. But I hesitated before flipping the lock. “What if Matty needs us?”
Tate smiled. “He’ll knock or he’ll call out to us. Don’t worry, we’ll hear him. Parent hearing,” he said with a chuckle as he tapped his ear.
I flipped the lock and returned to him. I leaned down and said against his lips, “I have a lot to learn.”
“We’ll figure it out together,” Tate said and then he kissed me. It took only minutes to get back to the level of desire we’d been at before Tate had discovered the tattoo. Once we’d gotten each other undressed the rest of the way, Tate urged me to sit on the bed and then he said, “Scoot back a bit.”
My nerves started to kick in as Tate fished the bottle of lube out of the drawer of the nightstand, but he merely dropped the bottle on the bed next to us and then crawled up my body and settled his weight on top of me as he kissed me. What followed was sensual torture unlike any I’d ever known. Because Tate touched me everywhere and with every part of himself. And when he was done with my front, he rolled me over and started on my back. Lips, teeth, tongue…he used every weapon in his arsenal to consume me and I was so hard by the time he reached my ass, I was sure I was going to explode the second he touched me there. By the time I felt my cheeks being opened, I didn’t care how exposed I was. Not like that time in the shower.
I forced myself to wait for the feel of Tate’s finger probing me, but it wasn’t the rough pad of a fingertip that touched me. My whole body reverberated with shock when Tate’s tongue licked over my entrance and I let out a harsh groan at how unexpectedly good it felt. His finger had been heaven, but his slick, wet tongue…it was indescribable. And he didn’t just lick me. He nipped, he sucked, he kissed and then his tongue was pushing inside of me and I buried my face in the bedding to stifle my shout of pleasure. It could have been two minutes or twenty before I felt Tate’s fingers touching my hole, but it was only to spread my hole open even farther so that he could sink more of his tongue into me.
“Too much,” I ground out as I began humping the bed in the hopes I could make myself come.
Tate ignored my pleas and kept teasing me and then his finger was entering me. But instead of finger fucking me, he mixed it up so I was always on edge, not knowing how long it would be his tongue or his finger spearing inside of me. When it was his finger, he massaged my prostate, but the contact was too fleeting. Whimpers began erupting from my throat as my orgasm began to build, but the second I made a move to reach my hand between my body and the bed, Tate was pulling away from me and rolling me onto my back. I moaned when his tongue slipped inside my mouth and while the musky, forbidden flavor should have freaked me out, all it did was make me want more.
Tate used one of his hands to urge me to part my legs and as soon as I did, his cock brushed mine as he shifted his weight and then his finger was pushing inside of me again. I’d somehow missed him putting lube on it though, but feeling the cool liquid being spread around inside me both excited and frightened me. Because Tate’s finger and tongue were one thing, his cock another.
“I can make you come like this,” Tate suddenly said as he continued to finger fuck me. I loved that he was giving me an out, but I didn’t need it.
“No,” I said. “I want you inside of me when I come.”
Tate nodded and leaned down to press a soft kiss over my lips before he sat up and reached for the lube. I forced myself to take even breaths as I watched him prepare his cock. His eyes connected with mine and then he reached for my legs and placed them on his shoulders. The position was strange to me, but as soon as Tate scooted forward and pressed his dick to my hole, I forgot all about it and held my breath.
“Push against me,” Tate said softly and then he began to move. At first there was just a strong burning sensation as Tate’s cock began to enter me, but it changed to full on pain the harder he pushed.
