Wysdom Ward has left the chat.
Carolina: He never learns.
Rand: Never learns what?
Celia: When we’re messing with him.
Cat: Who said I was messing with him? *winky face emoji*
Epilogue
Three weeks later
Ryker
“Kill me now,” Cat moans as Iron Fitz digs into her breast with a tattoo gun.
“Don’t be a baby,” I stroke her arm. “This is nothing.”
“It hurts,” Cat whimpers.
“Fitz just got started,” I poke her shoulder. “Breathe through it, but don’t hyperventilate. In a minute, you’ll get a little euphoria out of it.”
We’re the only customers in the Electric Saber Tattoo Parlor near Dorsey, Mississippi. We were only supposed to drive through the town, but when we saw the Electric Saber sign, Cat said it was asign. I didn’t want to stop, but she offered to wear the low-cutBiker Babetank top I bought her if we did.
How could I say no to that?
“How long will this take?” Cat bites her lip, afraid to look at the design inked into her skin.
“Bout an hour,” Fitz grunts.
“How long has it been?”
I hold back my grin. “About three minutes.”
“Ugh!”
Fitz’s partner, Megan, snaps on latex gloves and turns to me. “You ready for the matching ink?”
I nod and take my spot on the chair next to Cat. I can’t take my eyes off Cat as Megan fills in the bare place over my heart. Cat is getting a slightly smaller identical design over her heart. She said she didn’t want to get married - yet - but had no problem with the permanent sign of our love.
I consider that a step in the right direction.
???
Cat
I admire the tattoo in the hotel bathroom mirror. How could something so simple create such pain and pleasure simultaneously?
Penises have been doing that for years; Coochie Mama pipes up.
She’s been pretty quiet on the road trip with Ryker, mainly because we’re fucking like rabbits every night.
The skin around the ink is red, but Ryker and Iron Fitz say that will go away within a day or two.
Warm lips brush over my neck as Ryker’s hands wrap around my waist. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s not as fancy as the rest of your ink story,” I lean back against him.
