“Yeah, man. Why the fuck not?”
Downtown is a hub of bodies, mainly students who want to get wrecked.
Like me.
“There it is. The Ink Station.” Kai whistles, nodding at the building across from us, the black bike Heather had disappeared on earlier commanding our attention.
“That bike is sick,” I mumble, dragging a hand through my hair.
The exterior of the shop looks like a coffee shop, all floor-to-ceiling windows with what looks likefishnetson the glass, preventing you from seeing inside clearly.
A neon sign screams the name Ink Station, and the door is a myriad of tattoo designs behind thick protective glass.
A burly guy is smoking outside, watching us warily.
“His beard is bigger than your dick.” Kai snorts with laughter as we move inside.
“That’s not what Lorena said,” I counter, watching as Kai makes a face at me.
Fucker.
As we walk in, the woman from campus emerges from the back, gathering her hair into a bun on her head. Kai and I exchange looks when she bends forward to examine a thick book, dragging her nail down it as she bites on her fingernail.
Okay, so she’s fucking sexy.
“You’ve got Yoki here in ten, babes.” Heather yawns, stretching her arms over her head as her eyes land on us. “Oh, hey, guys! Let me get Rafe.”
I baulk, wondering if she means Rafe Deacon, the fucking god of tattooing designs.
Surely not.
He owns this place?
Heather turns, walking straight into a man who is watching us with interest.
“Two blank canvases?”
Heather turns back to us, her eyes glittering with excitement.
“This is Rafe. The creator of...all that you see on me.”
My heart thuds in my chest when I realise I’d wantedRafe Deacon’sgirl to suck my dick.
I would’ve been killed.
Kai arches a brow as Rafe smirks, not taking his eyes away from us.
“Only because you inspire me, baby.”
Heather reaches up to tug him down to her lips, and all dreams of her sucking me off leave the building.
“My wife said you want tattoos?” Rafe says, breaking the kiss with annoyance.
“He does.” Kai points at me, stepping back.
Rafe’s gaze flickers over to me.
“Yeah? You at college, son?”
