[Bellevue Bullies 01.0] Boarded by Love Read online

  A small smile tugs at my mouth as she turns, letting her back arch before slowly pulling it up. When she is fully erect, her eyes meet mine, and a grin pulls at her lips before she waves at me. I hit the end button on my camera and wave back, my heart coming out of my chest for this girl. I want to go through the wall to close the distance between us. I want to hold her, tell her how much she means to me and how life is nothing without her. Because without her, I’m not complete.

  Tucking my phone in my pocket, I listen as she says, “That’s how you do it.”

  “Wow,” Megan says, her face full of awe. “That was beautiful.”

  “Thank you. Now go home, practice, and when we meet up next week, I want that emotion.”

  Megan nods and I watch as they clean up before both coming out, grins on their face. When Megan’s eyes meet mine, she giggles before sending a look at Claire. “So he’s the reason for all that emotion?”

  Claire’s face fills with color before she wraps her arms around my waist. “Yup, he sure is.”

  I kiss her temple and hug her tightly as Megan says, “Cool, see y’all later.”

  “Bye, Megan,” Claire calls as she cuddles into me tighter. Once I hear the door shut, she looks up at me. “I’ve been waiting all day to see you.”

  “Me too. All day, I’ve been watching the clock.”

  She hugs me tighter. “I’m sorry for this week. With Reese and Phillip gone, I had to take over the studio, and I’m so damn tired.”

  I hug her back, dusting her jaw with kisses. “I understand. I’ve been busy too.”

  “They come back tomorrow, though, so hopefully things will go back to normal.”

  “There is a normal with us?” I joke and she smiles.

  “Very good point. You know what I mean,” she says and I nod.

  “I know. Come on, let’s get out of here. We don’t want to be late,” I say as we start for the door.

  Once there, Claire locks everything up and then we head toward her car. I had Jayden drop me off since it’s a chilly night. I didn’t want to freeze on my bike or subject Claire to that. Might be time to put the bike up; the weather is starting to stay cold instead of fluctuating like it had been doing. Taking the keys from Claire, I kiss her knuckles and she bats her eyelashes at me before she heads to the other side to get in.

  Getting in, I adjust the seat and put my seat belt on as she says, “I still can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

  I grin over at her. “What better way to spend date night than in a tattoo parlor?”

  “I can give you a lot of places we could spend date night, mainly my bed or yours, but tattoos it is.”

  I laugh. “You know you’re excited.”

  She shrugs, but I can see the grin pulling at her lips. “Maybe.”

  I poke her in her side, making her giggle out loud before smacking my hand away. Flashing me a bright grin, she leans across the console and gives me a loud kiss on the cheek. “Okay, I lied. I’m excited.”

  “That’s what I thought,” I say before kissing her lips quickly and then carefully backing her car out of the parking lot. She’s already nervous about Phillip finding out I drove her car, which makes me nervous, and for the next ten minutes, I’m driving like a great-grandma to the tattoo parlor.

  “Oh my God! You are driving slower than molasses! What the hell?”

  “Shh,” I say, pulling very carefully into the parking lot. I hate that I drove this slow. This car was made for power, but no way am I going to test that tonight. Not until I am in good standing with Phillip will I attempt that. “I’m taking it easy.”

  “Taking it easy? Jeez, I’m driving home,” she says, throwing the door open and getting out. I do the same and point my finger at her.

  “The hell you are. I’m the man – I drive.”

  Putting her hands on her hips, she says, “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought I was riding with my great-aunt. A real man would put the pedal to the medal. You were driving so slow, I’m pretty sure we were passed by a slug.”

  Glaring, I say, “Take that back.”

  “No, it’s the truth,” she says, standing a little taller.

  Taking a step toward her, I expect her to take a step back or even run from me, but I forget that Claire isn’t like other girls. She doesn’t back down from a fight, and man, that turns me on. Cupping my hand on the back of her head, I pull her against me, crashing my mouth against hers in hot need. Walking her back until we hit the wall, I deepen the kiss, my hand squeezing her hip as her fingers hook in the loops of my pants.

  Parting only an inch, I say, “I drove slow because I don’t want to give Phillip any more reasons to hate me.”

  Meeting my gaze with a lusty one, she smiles. “It doesn’t matter what he thinks. All that matters is that I love you.” My heart feels as if it is literally coming out of my chest as she cups my face. Looking deep in my eyes, she says, “Stop worrying about pleasing him. It isn’t going to work. Just worry about us.”

  As much as I want Phillip to like me, I know she’s right. He doesn’t hate me as a person; he hates that I am important to Claire and what I could potentially do to her. As long as I do right by her, it doesn’t matter what he thinks. She’s all that matters. I just need to remember that. I think, too, that it has something to do with the fact that no one has ever hated me. I’ve always been liked at first meeting, and for once, someone doesn’t like me, and that bothers me. I feel like we could get along great, but that’s not the case. He cares more than anything about Claire and doesn’t want any sort of pain to come her way. I get that; I just need to accept that he’ll probably never like me.

  But I know someone who will always like me, and I’m kissing her.

  Nibbling on her bottom lip, I say, “I can do that.”

  “Good, now let’s go do this,” she says before pressing her lips to mine.

  Parting, I wrap my arm around her shoulders and we head in. When my tattoo artist Mackie sees me, he stands from his chair, a grin on his face as he shakes my hand. “Jude, my man, nice to see ya, bro.”

  “Hey, Mackie,” I say, my arm hanging loosely on Claire’s shoulder. “This is my girl, Claire.”

  “Claire,” he says, shaking her hand softly. “Wonderful to meet ya. You ready for this?”

  She nods slowly. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

  “Awesome, come on over into my studio and check out what I have for you.”

  We follow him to his studio and then to his desk where the stencil for her tattoo lays. We have been sending him pictures and planning this tattoo all week. I’m excited to see what Mackie came up with, and like always, he does not disappoint.

  “Oh wow,” Claire gasps, leaning against the desk with her palms on it, taking in the beauty of the drawing.

  “It’s perfect,” I say as my eyes roam along the paper. In the middle is a bright red phoenix; it’s so bold and vibrant, almost real enough to come off the paper. Around it are big red and black blossoms, giving more depth to the picture. Underneath it, it says: “Ón luaithreach, a éirím”which is Gaelic for “From the ashes, I rise.”

  Nodding her head, she says, “Yeah, it is.”

  “Awesome!” Mackie says, and then he grabs a piece of paper before turning to Claire. “Now all I need is for you to kiss this.”

  Her brow rises before looking back at me. “Huh?”

  “For my tattoo,” I say with a grin, and I take out a tube of red lipstick I stole from her dance bag since I knew she would protest to this. Ever since I mentioned it at the wedding, she’s been telling me I’m crazy for this, but I want it.

  “I thought we decided against that?”

  I shake my head. “No, that’s not what we did. I’m ready for this.”

  “Jude. That’s insane. We’ve only been together a little over a month! That’s crazy, right, Mackie?” she says, turning to look at Mackie.

  He shakes his head. “I work in a tattoo parlor in downtown Nashville. Him wanting your lips tattoo