Free Surrender of a Tattooist: Obsessive Dark Romance Alpha Bad Boy (Tattooist Series Book 2) by Lexy Timms Page B

body, splashing along the thick length of his dick and then down her thighs and onto the grass below.
    Cliff groaned and pulled out, his hot seed splashing onto her belly. His head hung low, his hair brushing against her breasts. He drew a few deep breaths and then he said, “Shit. If I move an inch, I’m going to go over the edge.”
    She grabbed his arm and pulled him across her body. Then she rolled toward the wall. He chuckled and said, “Um, Pixie?”
    She blinked. “Yeah?”
    “I think your shorts are down there.”
    Hell no! Was he serious? A quick look around assured her that he was. Cliff was laughing, but she wasn’t. “How the hell am I supposed to get…what do I do?”
    “Here, take my shirt.”
    He stood and grabbed her shirt, wiping her belly before helping her get into his shirt. He chuckled and then quickly wiped the smile off his face. “As long as you don’t bend over we should be okay. The shirt’s white, so don’t jump in the pool. Oh!” He snapped his finger. “You have a bathing suit bottom in the truck still. It’s probably soaked but…”
    “It isn’t funny!”
    He choked and said, “It is. It really is.”
    She set her hands on her hips. “Is it?”
    He grinned. “Too late. I got my shorts on already.”
    “Maybe I’ll just toss you down with them,” she muttered.
    Cliff howled in laughter. After a moment she joined him.
    “I don’t even have undies. They were in my shorts.” She chuckled and lifted her shirt.
    Cliff gaze dropped and he gave her an appreciative stare. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”
    She dropped the shirt. “Stop it.” She giggled despite herself.
    “Undies, eh? If you’d said panties, I’d have probably had to set you on all fours and fuck you again.”
    She warmed at the thought and pressed her lips tight together. “Get my panties and I’ll let you.” She winked at him.
    He threw his hands in the air. “You win. I’ll be good.”
    Giggling, she let him take her hand and they made their way back over the wall. The backyard was nearly empty; thankfully most people had moved into the house, and they snuck around the side of the house and ran to the truck.
    Pixie stood while Cliff unlocked the door. “Can you hand me my bathing suit bottoms?” He did and she quickly shimmied into them, and then said, “Yup, still wet. That’s going to chafe.”
    He grinned wickedly. “I’ll kiss it better.”
    “You want your shirt back?”
    “No, that’s okay. Yours is a little, uh, dirty.” He shook the top in her hand and shot her a guilty look. “You’ll need it to get you through the halls when we get you home.” He held the door open for her and kissed her, slipping his tongue inside her mouth as she moved to sit in the truck. “Damn, you’re delicious!” He hurried around to the driver’s side and pulled out of Mitch’s place.
    They wound their way out of the hills and to her place. He parked the truck outside her building and let it idle.
    Pixie sat a moment, not quite sure what to do. “Do you want to come up?” she asked finally.
    “I’d love to, but I have to open tomorrow. I really need a shower and a change of clothes.”
    Damn! She really wanted him to stay. The idea of waking up beside him sounded amazing. “I feel bad. I should have remembered how far out you live.”
    “You’re well worth the trip.” He caught her face in his hands and gave her a long kiss. “I’ll walk you up, though.”
    He did, and after he was gone she headed into the shower and stood under the steam for a long time. She lathered slowly, enjoying the way that the salt dripped off her skin and left it feeling sleek and fresh.
    She climbed into bed, yawning widely. It had been a long time since she had had such a great day. She lay there, replaying every moment in her head to keep it close just a little while longer.
    Her inner voice was yelling at her again. It was telling her it was time to cut this thing between her and Cliff short.
    If she didn’t get