Rex by Beth Michele Read Free Book Online

does it mean?”
    He stares up at the white chipped paint on the ceiling, almost as if he’s contemplating whether he wants to answer. There’s no trace of his eyes when he finally does. “It reminds me of my dad. He loved eagles when I was a kid, so it’s kind of in memoriam.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry.”
    “That’s okay. Shit happens, you know?” But his words are not as empty as he’s trying to make them appear.
    “What about the one on the back of your neck? The angel wings with the dagger?” I ask, very curious what this one means.
    “Hmph, well, it’s my way of saying there’s no such thing as angels, I suppose.”
    “Oh.” I’m not sure what to say after that, so that’s when my meaningful questions stop and I opt for something a bit lighter. “So, how did you get into tattooing anyway?”
    “Boy, you sure ask a lot of questions.” His eyes rake over my body. “I can think of better things to do.” He leans forward to take my nipple between his teeth, and I moan as he gently bites and sucks, worshipping it into a hard peak.
    “You’re distracting me and I’m looking for information,” I choke out, but my feet are beginning to move anxiously on the bed. He’s really good at this—too good.
    “So, how did you become a tattoo artist?” I ask again, his mouth continuing to travel south, my mind slowly following its lead.
    He raises his head, feigning irritation. “You’re continuing to talk when I have other plans for you? Plans that I think you’ll enjoy a lot more than hearing about my boring background.” I shoot him an insistent glare and he relents with a loud sigh. “Okay, I’ll answer this one question, and then I’m having my way with you.”
    “Deal.”
    “So….” He kisses the underside of my breast. “I went to school for illustration….” His tongue drifts lower, lunging into my belly button, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes. He smiles, knowing he’s getting to me. “It was impossible to get a job as an illustrator, and at the time, a friend of mine in Boston worked at a tattoo shop. God, you smell so good,” he mumbles, my body squirming beneath him as his nose circles the outside of my sex.
    “Rex—”
    “That’s it. I went in to watch him work, then started working at the shop part-time, doing odd jobs there, watching the artists work. One day I stayed late, hanging around doing a sketch, and the owner was impressed, so he offered me an apprenticeship and the rest is history.” His fingers spread me open, tongue finding my clit, and I clutch a handful of sheet.
    Not more than a second later, I’m missing his mouth when he stops abruptly. “Are we done talking now?” His velvety tongue resumes its torture of my clit, back and forth through my wet seam.
    “Hmmm….”
    “How does my tongue feel on your pussy?” He groans, my legs falling open the only response to his question. “Hell, yes. Spread nice and wide… Fuck, you’re ready for me again.”
    “Hmmm,” I moan once more as his tongue flutters back and forth over my clit, and I grip the headboard behind me. “It feels so good, Rex.”
    As his tongue penetrates my entrance, he pushes a finger inside, fucking and licking me as my hips arch against his hand, his mouth. The pleasure begins to build and my limbs tingle. I need more.
    “More, Rex, faster,” I say hoarsely, and he doesn’t hesitate, another finger joining his tongue, and within seconds, I come apart, screaming his name.
    I lie here, trying to get my breathing under control, expecting him to stop. Instead, he continues to lap at me as I slowly come down from the high, almost as if he can’t get enough.
    “You’re very skilled at that,” I tease when he finally settles beside me.
    “Well, it helps when you have a good subject. If it were up to me, like I told you, I’d eat your pussy all night long.”
    My cheeks flame red for no other reason except—I don’t even know why.
    “You’re kind of cute when you