Lock Shock And Barrel Tattoo Novels & Stories

Ohh, my sweet Rainey’s back . She had tattoos—Celtic knot bands around her right bicep and right ankle, and an image of rosary beads which lazily encircled her neck and draped serpentine down her spine—and holy Melba toast, how sexy he found them. Lawrie traced his fingertip along the pattern, keeping the rhythm of his thrusts smooth and hard and steady, traced the scrolling thorny rose vines which entwined the rosary beads themselves, on down to the ornate, double-barred Caravaca cross, tattooed right at the small of her back. He felt himself grow larger and he trembled, the familiar tingle in his sagging scrotum rising up into his abdomen; Lorraine’s muffled screams became one long satisfi

Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal. “Okay, okay I hope you like it!” and lifted up my black vest top before grabbing my breasts. The tattoo was underneath my breasts. It represented two braided pieces of rope intertwined leading from each side, underneath my breath to meet in the middle. “It’s called a lover’s knot,” I said. I felt his cock harden against my ass. “I thought you might like it.” “I fucking love it. Kate, fuck that’s hot,” he growled as he urged me to climb on top of him.

Stone instructed Jacob. Jacob rolled up his shirt sleeve and revealed a tattoo of a roaring black bear on the inside of his arm, with the word "Black" beneath it. "You want me to get a tattoo like that?" May asked with widening eyes. "Yes," Stone replied. "Everyone who sees it will know that you belong to me and are protected by me. To harm someone with this bear tattoo means they're not respecting me. Not many people dare to do that in this town. This tattoo will protect you, May."

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

His hair was wet, and he had nothing but boxers on. I had a vivid view of his tattoos. Adorning his back was a fierce-looking wolf, jaws agape and poised to seize its prey. On his chest, a heart ensnared in thorny vines bled profusely, the tendrils winding their way to a blossoming rose, seemingly coloured by the lifeblood drawn from the heart. Positioned on the left side of his chest was a strikingly fierce yet captivating eagle. Additional intricate designs adorned his arms, crafted with bold strokes of black ink. The well-defined muscles accentuated the synergy between his movements and the artistic lines. I found myself pondering about the talented artist behind these captivating creatio

Simultaneously, the men removed their helmets that covered a large part of their faces. "Don't you remember them, Doctor Shane? Hmm?" said Jacoben raising an eyebrow. Lesley examined the four men until her eyes caught a tattoo on the hand of one of them. It was the same design she saw on the jacket the mysterious security guard wore on the night the man visited their house. "Crimson Clan..." she said under her breath. She remembered her mother saying it that night. This is most likely symbolized by the two letters C in the center of the tattoo design.

I normally wore a watch and a bracelet to cover it up, unfortunately, it was not enough to hide the entire tattoo. I smile at the memory. It is a tattoo of a lock with a piece of chain on it. The key and the other piece of chain was on Kain's wrist. It was a matching tattoo that we had got the first year of our relationship. It was his idea and I was smitten by him so of course I did what he wanted, besides it was just a tattoo. There was a knock on the door that startled me. "Heila I left your clothes on the hanger, please hurry so I can do your hair."

I threatened, my belly knitting at thr thought of him having me scream from hitting my Gspot God, my hips vibrated as I ckfnched didnt there. He only got to his feet, feral lust dancing in his eyes as our eyes locked. Sysjgimg im front of me, a mirror behind me, he took over hus jacket, tossing it to thr floor, his shirt and pants followed leaving just boxers and my eyes widened at the heavenly site in front of me. One of his arms was inked with tattoo. Full ink. The other arm hsd just one tatto on his shoulders. The hard planes of his chest down to the carve in his lower waist thar I was sure outlined his big—

It was so fucking frustrating! “I need answers,” I said, and three sets of jaws clenched shut. “Fine. Then go fuck yourselves.” I stood and headed for the door. I’d given them an out. If they got killed now, it was their own damn fault. I reached for the doorknob and paused, staring at my hand. The tattoo. I turned around. If they insisted on trying to protect me, they would need all the help they could get. Lifting my hand, I pointed to the spot between my thumb and forefinger. “The guy last night had a tattoo right here. It was all black ink. A stylized V with an ouroboros around it. I’ve never seen it before. I’m not sure—”

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.