In Death I Live by Lindsay Becs

ZORA

Lifting my fist,I knock on the door. He opens it for me with a big smile stretching across his face. “What’s up, Zo-Zo?”

Greyson can always make me happy, and his nickname for me is a sure-fire way to always put a smile on my face. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” he drawls out with his wide grin turning into a flirty smirk.

Licking my dry lips, my nerves kicking up a notch, I ask, “You feel like giving a tattoo today?”

His teeth sink into his lush bottom lip as he leans against the door frame. “Really?”

I nod. “Really. What do you say?”

“I’d say, what are we doing?” He moves to the side to let me inside his sacred space. I walk right back to his studio area where his art canvases, sketch pads and tattoo table and supplies are.

“I want angel wings on my back.” I turn to face him from the middle of the room.

His grin grows once more. “I’ve got just the ones.” He looks through the stack of sketch pads until he finds the one he’s looking for. When he pulls it out, he flips through the pages looking for it. He flicks it with his finger and nods as he looks at his work. “You want to see or do you trust me?”

“I trust you,” I tell him. In my next breath, I pull my hoodie—well, Cruz’s hoodie—off, leaving me bare from the waist up.

Grey practically whimpers when he sees me half-naked. Then, he turns away from me to get things ready. “You are going to make this really hard for me, angel.” He pauses for a moment and then adds, “Well, you already have made me hard.”

Giggling and loving how he can make me feel so comfortable and at ease, I lie down on my back on top of his tattoo table. “I’m nervous, but I’m also really excited.”

“This your first?”

“Yep.”

“Oh, fuck, Zo. You are going to make me bust a nut while I’m tattooing you, aren’t you? You’re already half-naked, and now you’re telling me I’m your first.” He lets out a pained groan.

“I promise I’ll pay you back for all the… hardship I’m causing,” I chuckle at my bad joke.

Before long, he has music filling the air around us and has put on his professional hat. He has me sit up and then proceeds to sterilize my skin, place the stencil on me and get set up and ready.

I lie down again, this time on my stomach. “Ready?” he asks me.

Taking in a deep breath, I close my eyes. “Yes.”

All in all, I think the sound is worse than the pain of it. It turns into a dull ache on my back after a while. I even think I dozed off at one point, because when I asked him how it was going, he chuckled, saying that I could have a break if I needed another one.

It took almost five hours with a small break after the first few. I decided I wanted to get it all done at once rather than spread it out. He said we’d still need to do a few touchups and shading once it healed but that it wouldn’t be much since I took it like a boss—and much better than Domonic. We both laughed at that.

He cleaned me up, and when I saw it in the mirror for the first time, I instantly cried. “Holy shit. It’s perfect.”

In the reflection, I can see him admiring his work behind me. “I hope you don’t mind, but I hid Remi’s name in it. That way you’ll always have him with you no matter what.” He points to the spot to show me where.

Covering my mouth with my hand at his thoughtfulness, my eyes meet his in the mirror. “Grey…” Turning around, I face him as I try to reign in my emotions. “Thank you.”

He shrugs it off. “It’s what I do.”

“No.” I shake my head. “This is so much more.” I step into him and kiss him. Our kiss starts to heat up, but when he touches my back, I hiss.

“Oh fuck, hold on. I need to put ointment on and cover it.” I sit again and let him finish taking care of my newly scarred skin. “There. All done. You’ll be sore and then itchy for about a week. You need to clean it twice a day and keep ointment on it.”

“What I’m hearing is that you’re going to have to shower with me twice a day, is that right?” I smirk.

“Yep!”

Laughing, I lean forward to cup his face in my hands and kiss him again. This time when I pull back, it’s to take his shirt off, but he stops me when I try. “What’s wrong?”

Resting his head against mine, he says, “You have no idea how much I want to do this right now, but I don’t want to fuck up your new tattoo or hurt you. At least, not like that.”

“Why are you so sweet?”

“It’s a blessing and a curse, Zo-Zo.” He helps me slip my shirt back on—letting out a disappointed sigh when he covers my breasts—and takes my hand in his. “Let’s go get some food. I’m starving.”

“You think Cruz is cooking?”

He snorts a laugh. “When isn’t that fucker in the kitchen?”

Sure enough, we walk into the kitchen, and Cruz is there chopping up vegetables. “What’s so funny, baby girl?”

“We came in search of food and were betting we’d find you here,” I tell him. I snag a piece of pepper when I distract him with a kiss. “What are you making?”

“Stir-fry. You like?”

“Sure.” I lift a shoulder. “I’ve yet not to like something you put in my mouth.”

Cruz looks at Grey and then back to me before the three of us start to laugh. “What’s so funny in there?” River yells from the living room. “I feel left out!”

Cruz rolls his eyes. “Zo was just telling us how much she loves my cock in her mouth.” I pick up a piece of onion and throw it at Cruz, making him laugh again as I leave the kitchen.

Leaning over the couch, I kiss River in an upside-down kiss—like Spiderman. “Hi.” I smile at him.

“Where you been, angel?”

“Grey was torturing me,” I say with a smirk.

“You liked it!” Grey yells from the kitchen.

River tilts his head to the side in confusion. “He gave me a tattoo.” I smile, dipping my head shyly.

“Can I see it?”

Biting my lip, I reach down and pull my shirt off—still facing him—making his eyes go wide. Tossing my shirt at his face, I then turn around to show him my new wings.

“Fuck,” he says quietly with reverence laced in his voice.

Resting my chin on my shoulder, I meet his eyes with my back still to him. “I want to feel like the angel you all say I am. Maybe then in death I’ll feel peace when it takes me.”

“Zora… angel, you aren’t going anywhere. You’re going to live a long, happy life filled with tons of sex between the four guys you have brought to their knees.” He grins at me with a wink.

“That sounds perfect.”

“You’re perfect.”

“The fuck is that?” Dom’s voice slices through the moment.

“A tattoo,” I answer, rolling my eyes.

“I can fucking see that. Why?”

“Because I asked Grey to and he did. Now stop being an asshole.”

His nostrils flare, and then he turns back to the way he came, leaving the room.

“Dom!” Grey yells after him, but he doesn’t stop and Grey doesn’t go after him either. Scoffing at his reaction, I reach for my shirt, tugging it back on.

“Don’t let him get to you,” Grey tells me.

Sitting down next to him on the couch, I lean into him. I know he’s right and I shouldn’t, but it still stings when he’s so cold and hurtful.

Grey and Cruz join us a few minutes later, handing us bowls of steaming stir-fry. The boys turn on their gaming console to play while we eat. I watch as they race each other in the game they play. River offers me a turn, and when I try, I instantly crash into a wall and then go the wrong way.

That’s all it takes for me to relax and let the tension and hurt that Dom filled me with go.

* * *

“It itches so fucking bad,”I whine, making Greyson chuckle.

“I told you it would.”

It’s been almost a week since he tattooed the angel wings on my back. They are healing quite nicely. It helps to have your artist live with you to assist with the process. The showering together doesn’t hurt either.

“Come on, I want to shower so it’ll stop for at least a little bit.” I tug on his hand to pull him up to go with me. He acts reluctant, but I know he doesn’t care. He loves it actually because he gets me all to himself in these moments.

He plays with my breasts and pinches my nipples when my back is to him. I suck his cock while he’s washing his hair. We play and tease and torment but haven’t actually fucked yet. The build-up has been long and fun, and I know that the moment when we do, it will be explosive.

I finish washing my hair. He’s behind me, his hard cock rubbing through my ass cheeks as he starts to wash my back, his hands sliding around my front to my breasts and down to my pussy. My loud moan bounces off the walls of the shower.

Turning to face him, I kiss him. My lips need his. My tongue needs to taste his, dueling and tangling together as our wet, slippery bodies rub together in the most delicious ways.

Taking a step away from him, I turn off the water. He looks disappointed that it’s over already. But with a coy smile, I curl a finger at him to follow me out. His frown flips to a sexy little smirk as he stalks after me into his bedroom.

I grabbed a towel on my way out to quickly dry myself off before I climbed up onto his bed covered in black satin sheets. Sitting back on my elbows, I watched as he dried himself too, his cock hard and bobbing in front of him as his eyes rove over me.

“I’m done playing. I need you, Grey,” I husk.

He doesn’t answer. Kneeling onto the bed, he slowly crawls up my body, leaving every inch of me with hot open-mouth kisses. Lying back, I close my eyes and let myself enjoy this first with him.

He kisses all the way up to my lips and then descends again. Licking and biting and playing with my nipples, dipping into my belly button, and then I feel his mouth on me. A guttural moan leaves me from how good it feels. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

He eats me in a way that is purely Greyson Abbot and no one else. Each kiss and lick, suck and pinch are in the perfect order, like he’s inside my head to know exactly what I want and need.

His thumb pulls up on my pussy to open me more for him as he pushes his tongue inside me, fucks me that way, making me scream.

His little groan tells me that he’s enjoying it just as much as I am as he drives me higher. When he pushes two fingers inside me and starts to finger-fuck me while he sucks on my clit, I start to chant in fucks. I explode on his tongue when he pushes it inside me again and licks up every part of my orgasm.

Kissing the inside of my thigh, I push my fingers into his hair and pull him up so I can see him. He gives me the sexiest grin, his lips swollen and slick with my pleasure.

Sitting up more, I smash my mouth to his, tasting myself on his lips. I want every part of him and so much more. Everything he gives is so fucking good.

I push him to roll onto his back and climb on top of him. Reaching for his hard cock, I slide down onto him, both of us moaning as we meet for the first time. Opening my hooded eyes, I find his and give a satisfied smile as I start to move.

I start slow, gliding up and down on him as I ride him, grinding against him. My sensitive clit rubs against him, sending little jolts through my body every so often from the crazy good orgasm he already gave me.

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulls me against him as he moves to sit up more, the new position making me moan as my head rolls to the side. He takes the opportunity to latch on to my neck, kissing and sucking, marking me as his for the night. It doesn’t take long for him to help me reach another climax.

Grey is done with the gentle side though. He pulls out and flips me to my stomach, slapping my ass and pulling my hips up and back to meet his cock again. He wastes no time spearing me onto his impressive length. From this position, he’s in so fucking deep it has my eyes rolling.

He pounds into me from behind in long, harsh strokes that are deep and punishing. “Fuck, Zo. You are so fucking good, angel,” he groans out as he bends over me and sinks his teeth into my flesh. Flexing my inner muscles, he moans. “Again.” I listen and do it again and again. His speed picks up, and then he turns tense. With a loud growling roar, he comes inside me, filling me up.

He pauses, still inside me, breathing heavily but not moving.

“You okay back there?” I ask with a sleepy chuckle.

“Your pussy tried to kill me.”

“She’s a real cunt sometimes.”

That gets a laugh from him. He pulls out and falls down on the bed beside me. Pushing away the wet hair that’s stuck to my face, he places a soft kiss on my temple, cheek, lips.

“I need another shower.”

“I think we both do,” I reply, moving to cuddle with him for a minute before we do.

But instead of another shower, we fall asleep, only to wake up a little later to fuck again …and again.

I should have known that Grey would be the Energizer Bunny of fucking.