Ashlyn’s POV:
I was awoken the next morning to the most delicious feeling known to woman. The feel of a man, between her legs, lapping up her juices as he sucked and nipped at her as if he was desperate to have her essence all over him. Typically I wasn't a morning person, especially when I hadn't slept much the night before. But when a man wanted to wake me up like this, who was I to complain? I smiled wickedly as I remembered the look on Brantley’s face when he’d seen my piercing last night. There weren’t many things that I felt would cause Brantley to become speechless but in that moment, he had been. Instead of telling me how much he liked the newest accessory, he’d set out to show me. And boy did he ever. I dont remeber ever having so many orgamsms back to back in my life. And don't get me started on how it had felt as he had fucked me from behind last night. With each thrust, the weight of the jewelry had moved, only making my orgasms that much more powerful and frequent. I made a mental note to tell Miranda thank you for talking me into getting it.

But all my thoughts flew from my head and a low moan slipped past my lips when Brantley sucked the piercing into his mouth and slipped two fingers inside of me, hooking them so that they rubbed that sweet spot deep inside me. My hips bucked, thrusting forward begging for more pressure as I felt the tingle in my spine building. I knew my release wasn't far off and I wasn't even going to try to keep it from crashing over me.

Brantley’s tongue continued to swirl, flick, and lap at me all while his fingers massaged that sweet spot. Like fireworks on the fourth of July, I shot off screaming his name. But even as my orgasm ripped through me, Brantley kept up the rhythm, dragging my release out and making me shake all over. Before I knew it, another orgasm ripped through me. While not as intense as the first, it was still enough to make my muscles convulse and my voice moaning out his name. With hooded eyes, I watched as Brantley climbed up the bed and aligned his cock with my still throbbing opening.

“Put your hands together.” he said, his voice thick with desire. 

I didn't even bother questioning him. Taking his left hand, he wrapped his fingers around both wrists, placing a kiss on my knuckles before raising my arms over my head and pinning them to the bed. Locking eyes with me, he slipped in agonizingly slow until he had seated himself at the bottom of me. Muscles that had been well used the night before cried out in a delicious combination of pleasure and pain as he pushed just a little past my limits. But instead of moving, he stayed there, both of us lost in one another’s eyes. The connection between us building with each passing second.       

“Do you know fucking beautiful you look?” he asked, as he leaned forward and began trailing kisses from just below my ear, down my neck, and across my chest. I couldn't make the words form so I just shook my head no. “Well then, let me tell you. You look like a fucking goddess. I want nothing more than to mark you so that the world knows your mine.”

“Mark me and I mark you.” I moaned. 

“Oh baby girl, you just might have a deal. But just so you know, when I mark you, it's going to be permanent.” he said, rolling his hips to emphasize his point. 

“That's fine.” I moaned out, not caring that he was talking about basically branding me as his own. I’d always heard it was bad luck to get a lover's name or something that represented them tattooed on you but at the moment, I really didn't care. Especially when his thick cock was rubbing places deep inside of me that I hadn't even known existed until he found them. 

“I’ll call my guy.” Brantley said as he placed his lips over mine, kissing me to within an inch of my life as he began to thrust in and out of me slowly. 

With my arms pinned to the bed above me, I was helpless to his menstrations. I hooked my feet just below his ass, holding him just where I wanted him as he dished out his version of torture. I absorbed the pleasure that Brantley was giving me, letting it wash over me. And when releases found us both, I knew that things between us were never going to be the same. Then again, that had been the point of us having that conversation last night. Both of us were all in from here on out.  

***

Later in the day, I was sitting on the couch on Brantley’s bus dressed in one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of his boxers, chatting with Dave, his tattoo guy about what I wanted to get while Brantley was at soundcheck. Sometime though the night, we had made it to the next stop on the tour. Not that either of us had noticed. We had been too busy tearing one another apart last night to worry about if the bus was moving or not.  

Brantley had already told Dave what he wanted and was keeping it a secret from me. So keeping my tattoo design a secret was only fair right? I knew I wanted a piece on my ribs and if I was going to do this, I wasn't going to half ass it and get something small. The piece that I was in the middle of designing was pistols, much like the ones on Brantley’s back but had sunflowers and roses entwined in the background. The biggest difference was that while the pistols would be in black and gray like his own, the roses would be a vibrant red. The only color in the pistols would be his BG logo on one the grips while my initials would be in the other. I knew that this was a huge step for us, one that I wasn't even sure we were ready for, but there was no way in hell I was going to overthink this. 

“I love it.” I said as I gazed at the sketch that Dave had in front of him. The piece that Dave had designed would stretch from just below my armpit to just below my hip bone. Go big or go home right? Dave had even figured out a way to connect it to the cherry blossom tree I had on my back so that it would all look like one piece. From what I was picturing in my head, it was going to be a beautiful piece of art that was going to be with me forever. I now understood why Brantley only let Dave do his artwork. The man was a genius. And based on the ink Brantley was covered in, the man was damn good at his craft. 

“This is probably going to take a few hours. I’m ready to start when you are.” said Dave.

“Okay. Just let me send Luke a text asking him to keep Brantley busy for a while.” I said grabbing my phone and typing out a quick text. Almost instantly I got a reply from Luke saying that he would make sure Brantley stayed away from the bus. “Alright, let's do this.”  

Settling myself onto the table that Dave had set up, I lifted my shirt so that he had access to the area that I wanted the tattoo. Within a few moments, the buzz of the tattoo gun was the only sound on the bus. I let the combination of the buzz and the feel of the needle wash over me, clearing my head of all that I should be doing instead of what I was actually doing. Luckily, Luke was a pretty tame guy so I didn't have to worry about him getting into too much trouble. And after the news that Nicole had sprang on him last night, there was no way in hell Luke was going to do anything to cause her any stress or worry.

My phone ringing on the table by my head pulled me from my thoughts. I smiled when I saw my best friend's face pop on the screen. The picture that I had as his ID was taken one night at a party in college where all the guys had to dress like women for the night. Chase hated the picture but the fact that he hated was all the more reason for me to make sure it lived on. 

“Hey buddy” I said cheerfully as I answered the phone. 

“Ashlyn-” said Chase. But as he said my name, I knew something was wrong. 

“What’s wrong Chase?” I said, careful not to sit up or move so Dave wouldn't mess up. 

“It's Cheyanne-” 

“What about Cheyanne?” I said, cutting him off before he could finish that sentence. Even to my own ears, I could hear venom lacing my voice. I swear to god, if she hurt my best friend, even if I told him that she would, I will kill her with my bare hands. 

“She's pregnant,” said Chase.

“What the fuck Chase!” I roared, just now realizing that Dave had halted his progress on my tattoo. Sitting up, I swung my legs over the side of the table and placed my hand over my face, trying to process what Chase was telling me. “Didn't I tell you that she was out to trap you. Do you even know if it's yours?”  

“I honestly have no fucking clue if this baby is mine.” said Chase, his voice laced with agony. “What the fuck am I going to do Ash?”

“Well first off, you're going to demand that she get a test done at a doctor's office of your choosing to make sure she really is pregnant. If they confirm it, then they can do a test using the amniotic fluid to confirm paternity.” I said, racking my brain for ways that I could help him. 

“Ash, I don't know if I'm ready for this shit. Jack is the closest thing I have to kids other than Addie and Dan.” said Chase, referring to his black labrador retriever, Jack and his niece and nephew, Addie and Dan. Chase was amazing with Addie and Dan so I knew that he would be an amazing father but honestly, could he have chosen a worse babymama?

“Don't jump to conclusions, Chasey.” I said, using the nickname that I had for him, hoping that it would put him in a better mood and stop the freakout that I knew he was in the middle of.  “How about this? I’ll call and schedule all the appointments so that you don't have to worry about it. I’ll be home for a few days next week and we can do it then okay? And if it helps, I’ll be right there with you through all of this.”

“You’d do that for me?” asked Chase. 

“Of course you idiot. That's what best friends are for right? Plus, you and I need to have a talk anyway and what better way is there to take your mind off the shit you have going on beside me telling you about the shit going on in mine.” I said. 

“What's going on in your life? Tour life getting the best of you?” asked Chase. 

“Yes and no. Look, I don’t have time to get into all that right now. Just know that nothing is wrong and I’m pretty sure you are going to rub how right you were about some things in my face.” I said, hoping that Chase would drop it for now. “Now, take a deep breath, calm your nerves, and go hang out with Mama Con for a few days since I know you don't have any shows for a few weeks. Her place is always a place for you to recharge.”

“Youre right.” said Chase with a sigh.

“Aint I always?” I asked.   

“You like to think you are.” said Chase, sounding much better than what he had only moments ago. 

“Yeah, yeah.” I said playfully. “I mean it Chase. Go see your mama, hang out with Casey and Chad and just let me worry about the other shit for now. I’ll call you when I have everything sorted out.” 

“Thanks Ash. You know I love you right” said Chase. 

“I do. And I love you too even if you are a big fucking idiot most of the time.” I said with a smile. “Then again, you are my best friend so no matter what you do, it's my duty to love your goofy ass.”

“You sure are a damned poet” said Chase sarcastically.

“It's a gift.” I said, shrugging my shoulders even though I knew he couldn't see me. “I mean it. Get out of town for a few days. I’ll call you and let you know everything when I get it all sorted out.” 

“Okay. Love ya Ash.”

“Love you too Chasey.”

Ending the call, I laid back down on the table and smiled at Dave. I apologized about the interruption to which he just nodded and got back to work.