He and Trenton both had silver ink swirling up the inside of their thighs in intricate designs that I was sure meant something to the both of them.
I couldn’t wait to take the time to explore all of that ink in an up close and personal examination.
That reminded me. “My dreamcatcher is starting to fade. You’re going to have to go over it again with Sharpie before that can happen because it’s perfect so far and I want to be able to keep what you’ve done so far. When we get home you’re going to have to ink it onto me as soon as possible because I love it.”
“Don’t worry about it, babe.” He tapped the side of his forehead with his finger. “I have it all saved up here and it’s not going anywhere. You’ll get it exactly how you want it. I promise.”
I believed him but still. And I was a very lucky girl to have people in my life who could just do all of my tattoos for me whenever I felt like adding a new one. Usually it was my dad who did them though. This would be the first one done by someone else but I wasn’t worried about it because my dad had trained them and and if they weren’t any good at it they wouldn’t be working at Rain’s shop.
Both Simon and Trenton worked there because they kicked ass. And they were mine so I got to brag on them.
I scooted closer to him and he spread his legs to allow me more room. I turned around so my back was to him and I laid back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around my middle and splayed his hands across my stomach.
We were quiet as the tub finished filling up and I traced my fingers over the patterns of the ink covering his arms.
“How old were you when you got your tattoos?” I asked him out of curiosity. I had a lot of questions when it came to Simon and Trenton’s upbringing and past but I usually never broached it because I felt like if people wanted to share something about themselves then they would do so without probing. I hated it when people asked me a bunch of questions about my past. Not because I was trying to hide but because I didn’t exactly have fun things to share and it usually made for awkward conversations.
“We were really young when we got our first one’s and we got them together. We just kept getting them added to as we got older and went through our training. The tattoos were the easy part. It was the training that was harsh and oftentimes painful. But totally worth it. And I can’t really complain because I always had my brother there by my side. I can do anything with Trenton beside me.”
They were lucky to have had each other. My life growing up had been very lonely and I was glad that hadn’t been the case for them.
“Do you ever wonder what you’re life would be like if you’d not had this route mapped out for you and instead just been a normal witch? Sometimes I feel guilty when I think about it because it’s almost like you both live your life for someone else. For me.”
“I’ll never regret it, Ariel. We grew up different, yeah, but we’re witches, we never would have lived a simple, normal lifeanyway. But we also have something most people will never dream of having. A soul connection is no joke and it’s beautiful and rare. I wouldn’t give that or you up for anything. I don’t care how big of a pain in the ass you are, you’re worth every second of it.”
I wasn’t so sure I was worth every second of it but Iwasdead certain I’d be a serious pain in his ass until the day I died. It would always be an adventure with me and he’d definitely never be bored. That might not always be a good thing but he was stuck with me and I’d try to make sure I was always worth it, or at least that he always thought so.
“Today was intense, Ariel. Are you really okay?”
I had a feeling most days were intense with me. I was used to it and I just rolled with the punches. It usually worked way better than crying.
I turned around and straddled his lap.
“I don’t want to talk about my feelings anymore, Simon.” I murmured as I slid my wet, soapy hands all over the hard plains of his chest. “I’d rather show you how I’m feeling, if that’s okay with you.”
“Whatever you want is okay with me, Ariel. Always. That’s what I’m here for.”
I loved but hated when he said things like this. It reminded me that neither he or his brother had actually picked me for their partner in life. It was a matter of the soul and none of us had had any control over it.
“Kiss me,” I whispered as I slid my hands up his chest and around his shoulders. I pressed my tits flush to his chest and I felt his cock harden beneath me.
His lips brushed against mine in the gentlest of kisses and it almost felt like he was being hesitant with me. As if he was afraid to kiss me. I was having none of that.
“Kiss me like you mean it, Simon. Kiss me like you’re not afraid of me.”
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly to his chest. “I’m not afraid of you, Ariel. I love you, but I’m afraid I’m going to do something wrong or accidentally hurt you. I’ve never…” he trailed off and a dark blush covered his cheeks.
I pulled back and stared at him while I took in his sheepish look and the blush on his cheeks while my mind processed his words.
Holy shit.
Was Simon trying to tell me he was a virgin?
How the hell could that even be possible when he looked likethat?
I’d seen girls throw themselves at him at my shop and at Rain’s tattoo shop… and each and every single one both he and Trenton had acted like they didn’t really even notice females outside of me.
Damn.
