The tattoo is of an anatomically correct heart, but it’s been divided into puzzle pieces to make it look like a cartoon. There are two pieces that are being fit together in the middle, with “Ophelia” written on one, and “Shelly” on the other.
I feel my own tears prick my eyes as I take a step toward her. “I love you, Shelly O’Neal. Now and forever.”
“I love you too, Westley.”
She’s careful not to touch the fresh tattoo as I pull her against me, lean down, and kiss her. This kiss seals the deal, and now there’s no way she’s ever leaving my arms again.
“I want you to live here with me, but if you really want to go back to the city, I’ll figure out a way to make it work.”
“My place is with you.” She looks up at me, and I wipe the tears away.
“I love you. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say it enough,” I admit, and she blushes.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to hear it enough.”
“Slap some wrap on me, woman. I’m ready to have my way with you.”
She giggles as she grabs the ointment and puts the plastic over my new tattoo. I keep looking at it in the mirror the whole time, and I can’t get over how beautiful and perfect it is.
“One day, I’m gonna get my mark on you.” I turn her around to face the mirror and place my hand on her lower belly. “But first I’ll put it in here.”
She pushes her ass against my hard cock as I kiss her neck and nibble on her ear. Looks like we’re fucking in the tattoo shop.
“Hands against the wall,” I say before I bite down on her earlobe. When she does as I ask, I pull her shorts down to her knees and unbutton the top of my jeans. “This is going to be quick. I didn’t lock the front door, but I can’t wait any longer.”
Her grin is dirty as I slide the tip of my cock through her wet folds and then thrust in hard. She pushes her ass back and meets my thrusts as her greedy pussy clenches around me. She was made for me to fuck, but also to make love. That’s what I love most about Shelly: I’ll get all sides of her and then some. She doesn’t hold back, and that’s what I want in life. A partner that will stand beside me, but also someone for me to take care of.
Looking in the mirror, I watch the ecstasy fall across her face. I glance up and see the reflection of my new tattoo. She put her mark on me, and that sign of ownership makes my cock harder. The only thing I ever wanted in life was to be wanted and loved. I got that with my grandmother, but with Shelly it’s the real deal. She didn’t have to love me or care about me, yet she does. And that’s what makes her so fucking special.
“I love you, baby. Cum on my cock for me.”
Reaching around her hip, I rub her pussy as I thrust deep and then I feel her come apart. She cries out, and I have no choice but to join her in going over the edge. I was right, this was quick, but I plan on taking my time once we get back home.
“I love you too,” she says after a moment.
In the mirror I see her eyes are heavy lidded as I pull out and then lift her shorts up to cover her ass. After I tuck my cock back into my jeans, I grab my shirt and put it on. When she turns around to face me, I give her a quick kiss and lift her in my arms.
“Hey, what are you doing?” She laughs but hugs me around the neck and rests her head under my jaw.
“Carrying my bride home.”
“Oh yeah? I must have missed a proposal back there.” She giggles as she flips the lock for me and I carry her out of the shop.
“Don’t need one,” I tease, and she smacks my chest.
“Of course, you do.”
“I’m not taking any chances with you saying no. We’re getting married, and that’s the end of it,” I say firmly, and she smiles from ear to ear.
“Okay, I can live with that as a proposal.”
“Good. Now let’s go tell Ophelia the news.”
She snuggles close to me once again as I carry her into the sunset.
Chapter Seven
Epilogue Shelly
Ten years later…
“Mrs. Holland, your son Jacob was caught fighting at recess today, and it’s protocol that we contact the parents.”
“Melinda, are you sure?” I eye the principal skeptically because this is not like my Jacob. Now Ryan, yes, I could see him doing this, but I peeked into his second grade class on my way into the school and he was doing just fine. Jacob, on the other hand, is my angel. “Jacob would never physically hurt another child. That’s not him at all.”