“I need to clean you, then feed you. Are you ready to leave the house today?”
“No. I want to stay here, naked in this bed with you for the rest of my life.”
My cock twitches at the thought.
“Don’t give him any ideas. He might just take you up on the offer and stay seated between your pretty little thighs until the end of time.”
“And I would let him.” She licks her swollen lips, as if she’s envisioning the moment.
“You’re such a bad girl, Bambi. You get one taste of my cock and you want him day and night.” I chuckle. “That’s fine, but we have stuff to do today. I want to show you something before we meet up with your parents. Get your cute ass out of bed, or I’ll take you across my knee and spank you until each cheek is cherry red.”
Excitement sparks in her eyes. How did I know she would like the idea of being spanked, then fucked? Such a naughty little girl.
My naughty little girl.
“Up,” I order, and she whines, rolling over in the sheets, leaving her pretty little ass exposed. Landing a hard slap against her ass, I listen as she squeals, scurrying toward the edge of the mattress. She moves off the bed and eyes me, desire still pooling inside her depths.
“I liked that,” she admits, as if she’s ashamed.
“Good, because next time you misbehave, I’ll be tanning that sweet little hide before I fuck it.” I move off the bed and head for the shower. The sound of tiny footfalls sound behind me. My little Bambi is following me.
***
Ivy is full of jittery excitement as we exit my SUV and head toward my tattoo shop. I didn’t tell her where we were going. I wanted it to be a surprise. The guys at the shop might give me shit, but they have no fucking clue. Days ago, I would’ve told you I didn’t believe in love and that happily ever afters were just fairytale bullshit thrown around to make you believe in a false sense of happiness, but now, I know they’re real. I know because my own happily ever after walked right into me in broad daylight wearing a wedding dress.
“Bishop,” Ivy whines, clinging to my side like glue.
“Shhh, Bambi, we’re almost there.” We go around the corner, and my shop comes into view. Smokin’ Guns Tattoo hangs over the front of the shop in big bright letters. I look down at Ivy as we walk a little closer to it, and smile when she finally realizes where we are.
“You brought me to your shop?” She seems shocked, as if I could do anything in my life ever again without her.
“Yes. This place is yours too. It’s an extension of me, and I want you to know all about me, every single little detail.” When we reach the door, I open it for her and usher her inside. Her eyes go wide as she takes in the scenes around her. I follow her gaze as she inspects the large painted pictures on the wall.
“Did you paint this?”
“Some of it,” I tell her, pointing out my own work. “I painted all of these over here, but a lot of them are from the other artists in the shop.”
“You are very talented. I mean…these are incredible, but I like yours the best.” She grins.
“Come on. I’ll introduce you to the crew.” I usher her through the shop into the drawing room. Lilly looks up through her purple-rimmed glasses when we enter the room, her bright red hair illuminated by the light coming from the drawing table.
“Hi,” she greets in surprise. “I didn’t know you were coming in today.”
“I wasn’t planning on it until this morning. I wanted to show Ivy the shop and let her meet everyone.” I look down at Bambi, who eyes Lilly curiously. I can’t imagine what she’s thinking right now. I hope she isn’t jealous, because she doesn’t have a goddamn thing to worry about.
“Ivy, this is Lilly. Lilly, this is Ivy, my girlfriend,” I introduce them.
“Nice to meet you, Ivy. I didn’t know he was dating anyone. It’s about time. I was starting to wonder if he had turned gay or something,” Lilly tells Ivy, making her giggle.
Fuck, I love that sound.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” Ivy responds, her voice sweet as ever. Lilly goes back to her drawing, and I show Ivy around the rest of the shop. Dave’s door is closed when we pass it, and I hear the familiar buzzing sounds of a tattoo machine at work.
“Dave is with a customer. You’ll meet him another time. Just try to remember if the door is closed, it means they don’t want anyone to come in.” Ivy raises her eyebrows, confusion marring her features. I realize then I need to explain more.