“All right.” Giddiness rose inside me. The thought of putting mymarkon Logan sent a zing of pleasure through my stomach that went straight to my dick. This wasn’t just any mark either, it was permanent. It was mine, and Dec’s, too.
I slid on black gloves. First, I was very thorough as I disinfected his arm. Next, I shaved the area where the tattoo was going before I used the Sharpie to outline the words. I took my time, using precision to draw the cursive on as perfect as I had on the paper. Once I was done, I nodded at it. “Are you happy with that? If there’s something you want to change, I need to know now, babe.”
He raised his arm and stared at it curiously, then smiled, a childlike joy filling his eyes. “I love it. It looks so good!”
I laughed and slid my hand up to the back of his neck, squeezing. “Don’t get too excited yet, babe. We’re just getting started. We’re about to begin with the needle and it’s going to be uncomfortable, maybe painful.”
Once I had all my equipment set up, I chose the best needle for outline work and opened my black ink. Checking everything was plugged in and that the pedal at my foot worked at turning the pen on and off, I dragged my stool closer to his chair.
“Are you ready?” I asked quietly, giving him one last chance to back out.
He took a deep breath. “Ready.” I didn’t miss the way his hold on Dec’s fingers tightened, turning his knuckles white in anticipation.
“I need you to relax. If you move, you could hurt yourself and ruin the tattoo,” I whispered quietly.
Dec ran his palm along Logan’s arm, raising his hand to kiss it again. “You’ve got this, sweetheart.”
Logan exhaled deeply. When he nodded again, I took it as a sign to get to work. The first few bites of the needle had him breathing in a sharp breath of surprise, and I shared my time between working and checking his face to make sure he was okay.
His cheeks flushed red and he cleared his throat.
I frowned in concern. “Baby, are you all right?”
“Um.” His skin blazed even brighter, and he nodded downward.
Dec and I followed his gaze, and I smirked when I came across the tent in his pants. There was no missing the fact he was affected—fully erect and ready for action. This wasn’t the first time someone had grown wood from a tattoo, and it wouldn’t be the last, but at least later on I could do something about this one.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
Dec and I shared a look and both smiled.
I leaned in to whisper so PD couldn’t hear us. “That’s hot.”
He chuckled, taking his hand from Dec to run it over his face. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“There’s nothing to be ashamed about,” Dec said, stealing Logan’s hand again and raising a finger to his mouth to give it a playful nip.
“Did you get hard?” Logan asked him.
Dec shook his head. “No, but tattoos can be fucking hot.”
“And you’re not the only one, baby.” I ran my gloved fingers over his wrist, following the visible blue veins along his arm to where I’d started tracing the tattoo with ink. “I’ve had guys in here before get hard. It’s not unusual.”
“And you’ve got us here. Remember these guns?” Dec flexed, causing Logan to laugh again.
“Just don’t come yet.”
He nodded eagerly.
Logan’s vulnerability hit a spot in my heart. How someone could intentionally hurt him, I didn’t know, but if I had it my way, I wouldn’t let anyone else get near him again.
20
Declan
I spentabout an hour with Logan while Jake tattooed the words onto his arm. He was careful and precise, his work as perfect as usual. He was a Van Gogh in his own right, a professional who put care and love into his work. By the time he was done, Logan was digging his teeth into his lip so roughly I thought he would make it bleed. He was hard, too, ready to bust, and after Jake wrapped Logan’s tattoo and we paid, we walked Logan to the Jeep.
Jake nudged him into the back seat, and Logan went without any argument. He scooted into the middle, and Jake took one side while I went around to the other. Logan frowned at us, but his cock was straining against his pants, begging to be let out to play, and if we were anything, it was generous.
