Chapter 26

"Are you ready?" I motion for her to come. "You can do it."

Livvy nods, walking toward me in her new neon pink bikini. Two cute little bows obscure the wing tattoos on her hips, but her newest tattoo is on full display. Finally fully healed so we can get back in the water.

It spans almost knee to hip on her left thigh—my favorite tattoo I've ever done. Not only because it's on the woman I love and she designed it, but also because it represents us, and it's a piece of me that will be with her always. An angel, nude, draped in beautiful wings in the embrace of a wicked demon, kissing her in reverence.

She steps to the edge of the pool, toes curled over the side. With a chest-puffing breath and a big smile, she jumps into the deep end, water splashing in all directions.

Not going to lie, my heart skips a beat every time her head goes completely under the water, but I'm getting better.

Livvy pops back up, that smile still on her face. My perfect drop of sunshine. Heaven personified.

She swims over to me in the shallow end, and I kiss her on the lips. It never gets old—her smiling at me, kissing me, when I know she's mine.

"Show me," I say.

Her grin widens and she bounces a little, pushing off the bottom of the pool then shooting away from me. Head down, she does a beautiful freestyle to the other side of the pool, strong kicks. She turns around just like I taught her and swims back to me.

She gets another kiss when she reaches me.

"Good job. You're doing so good," I say.

Her cheeks darken.

I slap her butt. "Keep going."

She does a backstroke this time to the end and back. Another kiss. Another lap. Another kiss. Ass grab. Another lap. Another kiss. Boob fondle.

And then she does it. Five laps. Ten lengths of the pool.

"I did it. Were you counting?" She's a little out of breath, water dripping down her face, beads shimmering against her pale skin.

"I was. You did it. I'm so fucking proud of you." I kiss her harder, grabbing her waist, pulling her in against me at the same time she wraps her arms around my neck.

"You know what that means," she says with a mischievous grin.

I groan as she giggles. "I know what it means." But an agreement is an agreement.

"Do you know what else it means?" she asks, snaking her hands down my back and around to my lower abdomen.

"What else?"

"It means you might be too sore later, so we should do this now." She drags her fingertips over the front of my trunks. My cock, already at half-mast just from watching her in this damn bathing suit, responds immediately, swelling and hardening under her touch.

"Oh, I like this idea much better." I hike her up and she yelps as we both almost fall backward.

I slide my thumb under the triangular scrap of fabric holding back her breast and pull it to the side to reveal one perfect pink nipple and dip down to suck it into my mouth.

She gasps, holding the back of my head to her, digging fingertips into my scalp, urging me to suck harder.

Resisting the impulse to pull at the bows on her bottoms to get them out of my way, I slip two fingers between her thighs instead.

"Whose pussy is this?" I snarl just before taking her nipple between my teeth.

"Yours," she pants. "All yours, Noah."

My cock gets impossibly harder when she says it, throbbing against the waistband of my shorts. And then her delicate hands are pulling at them, freeing my cock and then wrapping her fingers the length of it. I frantically push my trunks down with one hand, the other two fingers deep in her warm cunt, sucking her distended nipple harder until she's moaning uncontrollably.

"Sit on my cock, angel. I need to be inside you."

My good girl doesn't hesitate. She holds onto the edge of the pool as I line us up and then she impales herself on me.

She groans as I slide in, and I hold her hips down and push up into her the rest of the way.

"I love the way you fuck me," she whimpers. "You feel so good inside me." She clings to my shoulders, bouncing up and down.

I pull at her top again so I can see those pretty nipples as her breasts bounce. She undoes the knot around her neck and flings the bikini top out to the middle of the pool, still riding my dick. Her eyes roll back, her lips darkened and puffy, skin flushed all over. I love it.

I love her.

"You're always so good for me. So perfect." I grip her thighs, just under her ass and walk us out of the pool, never leaving the perfect warmth of her body.

I lay her down on one of the bright white and yellow lounge chairs, kicking my trunks off somewhere between the pool and here. She lies back, tits out, cheeks pink, skin glowing, and I'm about to lose it.

She reaches for me and I yank the ties on her bottoms and toss them aside then come over her, covering her body with mine. I kiss her hard as I lift her knee, spreading her out and pressing her down as I thrust in and out of her, nice and slow and deep.

My naked ass is pointed directly at the security camera, and I don't give a fuck.

"Do you like fucking this pretty little pussy?" she breathes between kisses.

"Fuck." I can't handle it when she says things like that while I'm inside her. "I'm coming."

She pulls me in deeper, squeezing me with her legs as I tense and release inside her, filling her up. As the muscles in my ass and hamstrings are spasming, Livvy runs her hands through my wet, tousled hair and kisses my face. She sighs contentedly as I slide my still-erect cock out of her, covered in both of us.

Her pussy lips are spread open, dark pink and puffy, little round clit poking out between them and my cum oozing out of her. It's the hottest fucking sight on the planet.

I love getting to fuck her raw. "Do you like feeling me fill you up and drip out of you? Just like we used to chat about?"

"Yes," she breathes.

I dive down, lapping her up.

"Fuck," she cries out as I suck on her clit and I swallow up all the mess. "What are you doing?"

"I'm cleaning you up. And you haven't come yet."

"What about this morning in the shower?"

"I've always got to keep you an orgasm ahead, angel."

"Oh." She throws her head back, her legs falling open, and I get to work.

"Are you ready?" The wheels of the stool squeak as Livvy sidles up to me, and I hear the familiar snap of latex gloves as I lie face down on the black leather table.

"I can't believe I'm letting you tattoo my ass."

She giggles. "I've been practicing." Then she gives my bare ass cheek—the one without the stencil on it—a little smack.

That reminds me. I snag my phone and hit Wood's number, putting it on speaker.

It rings a couple times. "Sup, bruh," Wood answers.

"Hey, I'm going to need you to log into your parents' security system and erase the video from around noon to one o'clock today."

"Did you have sex in the pool?"

Livvy snickers in the background.

"I can hear you, Livvy," Wood says, the stern edge in his voice completely exaggerated. "I thought I told you to stop having sex in the pool."

"You're one to talk."

He sighs. "Fine, but you owe me. Again."

"Thanks, brother." I end the call. "Ready when you are, angel."

Livvy inhales then exhales slowly. It's her first tattoo on a person. For all I know, it might be her last tattoo, too. She's been spending less and less time at the shop, and more time at home painting. She's got paintings up at seven stores now, and they keep selling. And I couldn't be happier about it. Or any fucking prouder.

"Don't be nervous. You'll do great. Besides, it's just my ass. You're the only person who's ever going to see it. Maybe Wood if he catches me bending you over in the kitchen again."

I can't help it. She keeps sexting me during the middle of the day until I'm so needy I have to sneak up for a quickie between appointments. She knows I have a weakness for her dirty texts.

"He scrubbed the counter for half an hour after that." She laughs. "Thanks, I am a little nervous. But not about the tattoo, about something else. Something I need to tell you."

"What do you need to tell me?" I start to roll over, but she pushes my hip back down and smacks my butt again.

"Hold still or you're going to have wobbly lines."

The loud buzz of the tattoo gun drowns out any other sound and then her hand is holding my ass cheek still and taut.

The first contact of the needle with skin is always the most jarring. It's been a while for me, but the memories rush back and it's familiar again. Almost comforting. Still hurts like a motherfucker, though.

She pulls a line, then wipes. Another line. Wipe. She's gentle, not too heavy-handed, slow and steady. After a few more wipes, she pauses the machine.

"You waited until I couldn't move to tell me on purpose, didn't you?"

"Maybe," she says innocently. "It's not that big of deal, I just didn't want you to hear it from anyone else. Don't be mad, okay?"

Oh fuck. I chuckle. "What is it?"

She hesitates and I'm suddenly sweating.

"I texted Anthony the other day."

My heartrate spikes as adrenaline rushes through my system.

She laughs. "Relax. Your ass is clenched."

"Sorry." I unclench my ass.

"I just wanted to apologize to him for how things went down and maybe…" She takes a deep breath and then says in a rush. "See if he would come back to the shop."

Every bit of tension leaves my body, and I can breathe again. I almost laugh. She didn't see the way he left. "How did that go?" I ask.

"Not great. He seems to think you two were always in competition for who was the best artist in the shop. And then when he and I went out, you felt like you needed to compete with him for me, too. That you stole me away from him, just so you could win."

I'm about to push off this table, tattoo be damned, so I can assure her that while, yes, I was jealous as hell, I wasn't trying to win her like she was some prize.

But she cuts me off. "But you didn't steal me away from him, or anyone. That would have been impossible."

"Why is that?"

"Because I was already yours. I've been in love with you since the first time Bex brought you around and I hid at the top of the stairs just to catch a glimpse of you."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

I thought maybe she'd had a little crush on me when she was young, the way she'd blush and run away, but it all makes sense now—the way my soul knew she was mine before I did.

"Wait—so the crush you told me about as Angel, the one you'd had for years—was that me you were talking about?"

Her laugh is light and airy. "Of course it was, silly. It's always been you."

It brings a smile to my lips. "I'd thought maybe it was some idiot from art school or something. Whoever it was, I hated him."

She laughs harder.

"I love you," I say. I never get tired of telling her how much I love her. My angel. She saved me in more ways than one.

"I love you, too, Noah Dixon. Now, shush so I can concentrate on your ass."