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“Mmhmm. I can’t even deny how good you smell. I’m going to be creepy and smell you whenever I can. I apologize in advance,” he mumbles. “What else are you worried about for his birthday?”

“How to not be a downer on his birthday,” I sigh. “He would never say that I was, and my sisters could decide they want to do something else and convince Zayn to enthusiastically pivot. Or I could fuck up my son’s birthday.”

Arran’s hand cups my face as he gazes at me, the lights twinkling as he watches me. “You could never do that because the kid thinks you walk on water.”

I open my mouth to say something, anything, but suddenly none of it matters because his lips are touching mine. His kiss is almost a question as he seeks permission, and I raise myself onto my toes to get closer. He groans in a way that makes my entire body vibrate, and then he’s devouring me.

His lips press harder against mine, his tongue licks them to get me to open my mouth to allow him entrance, and he fucking lifts me into the air to hold me. My hands ghost up his chest to wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers playing in his hair as I moan.

His hand moves to squeeze my ass and I whimper as he continues to kiss me, until he finally pulls away while we both try to remember how to breathe. He falls into a chair with me and I squeal as he chuckles, my body safely against his.

Arran’s hand moves back into my hair and he kisses me again. I find myself somehow straddling his body and he groans as he rocks me against him. We’ve been doing this dance of push and pull for months.

“You fit so well in my lap,” he growls, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “As much as I want to continue this, I want to teach you how to tattoo before we do.”

“We’re what?” I ask, my eyes lighting up.

“I have your attention, I see.” His hand rocks my panty covered pussy over his erection again and he groans as I whine in need. “If I slid my finger underneath your panties, would you be wet, Isla?”

“Disturbingly so,” I whisper.

His fingers rub over my pussy, groaning as my arousal soaks through. He continues to explore as his hand grabs my ass, discovering I’m wearing a thong tonight. He snags the material and tugs it forward, using the tension to pull against my clit.

“Arran.” My eyes are hooded as I gaze at him and he forces me to ride the edge of my desire as he pulls on my panties again. “Fuck.”

“God, how I want to. You’re soaked, baby girl.” He pushes the material out of the way and gently explores my puffy lower lips, growling as he finds exactly how wet I am. “I haven’t looked at another girl since you walked into my tattoo parlor. You feel like velvet.”

“I need you to touch me more,” I whimper.

He kisses me as his hand ghosts up my back, and his fingers on my pussy continue to pet it before he pushes one inside of me. He freezes as he finds out how tight I am while I whine softly.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. “You’re so tight. I can’t wait to make you come on my fingers, my face, and…”

“Arran, God.” He kisses up my neck, pushing another finger into my channel.

“You haven’t been taking care of your sweet pussy, baby girl. You hold it down for everyone else. When was the last time someone made you come?”

I blush furiously as I think about it, because I don’t think the selfish touches of high school boys counts, even if they did take so many of my firsts from me.

“Tell me,” he groans.

“Years,” I moan.

“Did Zayn’s father take care of you or was he a selfish bastard? Because I don’t believe in edging, sweet girl. I will make you come over and over until you’re too sore to be touched anymore. You’ll love every second of it, and not once will you have to worry about not being able to end it all if you wanted to. Fuck. You’re strangling my fingers. I need you to take another one for me. I have a big dick and I need to stretch your sweet pussy for me.”

I can’t fucking breathe as I ride his fingers and he pushes my shirt up to suck through my mesh bra. It’s the only concession I’ve been able to make to the fuckers. I still hate wearing them, but pregnancy made me grow breasts, and they never really left.

“Mmmm. Don’t mind if I taste these.” Arran sucks and licks my nipples through my bra as I writhe in his lap, his growls and moans pulling shivers through my body. I’m so close to finding my release. “Make a damn mess, baby. Are you a squirter?”

“Sometimes,” I gasp.

“Fuck…yes. I wanted to be a gentleman, baby. I don’t know if that’s going to happen.”

“You fed me, and now you’re going to…give me dessert,” I rasp, my voice breaking as I moan.

“No, baby. I think the dessert is all mine. If you think feeding you is being a gentleman, the bar is set very low. I’m going to need you to raise it by a whole lot. You’re a damn goddess. Act like it.”

“Arran. Fuck. I’m going to come.”