Rural Romance by Alexa Riley

Chapter Six

Chapter 6 Wess

When I woke up this morning it was with Shelly sprawled over my chest and my arms and legs wrapped tight around her. We slept like kudzu without an inch of space between us. It was the best morning I’ve ever had, and that’s not because it started out inside of her, but because when my eyes opened, she was still there, still real. Part of me wondered if I’d dreamed it all. Meeting my best friend for the first time, and then falling head over heels in love. Because that’s exactly how it happened, and that’s exactly how I feel. I’m completely and madly in love with Shelly O’Neal.

“All right, big guy. Hold still.” She turns on the tattoo needle, and I smile up at her.

“Do your worst.” The corner of her lip quirks up, and I laugh. “Wait, no, do your best.”

“Make up your mind,” she sighs, shaking her head.

I put my hand around the back of her neck and pull her down for a kiss. It’s meant to be quick, but all too soon, the spark between us lights into an inferno, and all I want to do is bend her over this bench and fuck her hard and rough.

“Are you sure we have to do this now?” she asks, reading my thoughts.

“If I take you back home, I’m not letting you out of bed again.”

“Would that be such a terrible thing?” She raises an eyebrow, and I kiss her again, this time quickly before I release her.

“I want your ink on me, and the sooner the better.”

Her cheeks flush, and she looks so sweet and innocent when she does it. I settle back onto the table, and she winks before she turns the gun on again and gets started.

She’s tattooing the bare space over my heart, which is a spot I’ve had reserved for the woman I’m going to marry. I haven’t told her that yet, but when I do, she’ll know that I knew she was the one right away. I didn’t tell her what I wanted, just that I wanted her to make her mark, so I’m excited to see what she comes up with.

As she tattoos me, I get to stare at her uninterrupted. Her hair is in a high ponytail, and she’s wearing dark red lipstick. The black around her eyes makes the hint of gold in them pop, and I’m mesmerized as she works. She’s wearing one of my T-shirts that she knotted up at her belly, and the same cut-off jeans shorts as yesterday. As I think about peeling them off of her again and eating that sweet little pussy, I hear her laugh.

“I think this might be the first time a guy has gotten an erection while getting tattooed.” She shakes her head and leans down to give me another quick kiss.

“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

“Save it for later.” She winks and goes back to the ink.

This morning we went next door and had breakfast with my grandmother. Ophelia and Shelly talked the whole time nonstop about flowers and cross stitching while I cooked. My chest swelled with pride at seeing them bond, and I guess I never realized how much I’d told my grandmother about Shelly until then. The way they talked you’d think they were the ones that were emailing for all those months, but in a way I’m glad. Shelly walked right into my life and fit like the missing piece we’ve all been waiting for.

“All right, stud, you’re done.” Her smile is wicked and a little teasing as she cleans me off and then removes her gloves.

Sitting up from the table, I walk over to the mirror I have on the studio wall to see what she’s created. When I see the image fully like this, I turn around and look at her with wide eyes.

“Do you hate it?” Her eyebrows are pulled together with worry, and I shake my head.

“I love you,” I say, because it’s the only thing that’s in my head right now. Her lips part a little, and I hear her quick inhale of breath as she brings her hands to her mouth. “I didn’t know it, but I was falling in love with you a year ago when we first started talking. You became my best friend, and the person I can’t live without. Then you showed up and it was like I’d been on pause and you hit play.” I hold out my hands. “I don’t know how else to explain it, but you’re my missing piece.” I point to my chest, and I see the tears in her eyes. “This is exactly what you are to me.”

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.