“That is very true,” Kendall says before hissing and gripping my arm tighter.
“Do you want to see my tattoo?” I ask, knowing she needs a distraction.
“You’re getting more ink?”
“Yep.” I slide my small sketch pad out of the back pocket of my jeans and pull the stool up closer to her chair. I flip through the pad until I come to the page I want. “I’m getting this done over my chest.”
Her brow creases in concentration as she inspects my drawing of the circular snake eating its own tail. I’ve drawn it in the same blue as her butterfly with some contrasting gold elements. “It’s an Ouroboros,” I explain. “It’s from ancient Greek and Egyptian mythology, and it symbolizes death and rebirth.” Her eyes whip to mine. “In the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, they were often carved on gravestones as a symbol of reincarnation.”
“I love it.” Her eyes fill up with emotion, and I’m glad Boner is busy with her tattoo so he can’t see the way we are staring at each other. There’s no disguising our feelings when we can’t tear our eyes away from one another like this. “It’s perfect.” She brushes her hand against my fingers, and I feel her touch all the way through to my toes. “The path to your future is buried deep in your past.” She reads the quotation I’m getting inked under the snake, and it’s closely aligned to the one currently being etched onto her skin. I like the idea of us having different tattoos that mean the same thing and a permanent reminder of the bond we share.
No one else will understand the intimacy or the significance, which is perfect.
This is something we are doing for us.
“Aurelius?” she mouths, and I nod. Her eyes glisten with happy tears, and I wish I could kiss her. I probably could, and Boner wouldn’t say anything, but I made a promise to Kendall, and I intend to stick to it.
“I love you,” I mouth at the same time Boner speaks.
“Are you two fixated on reincarnation or something?” He chuckles.
“Or something,” I mumble.
“I find it fascinating,” he says, and we get into a deep conversation about life and death, Kendall’s philosophy class, and MGK and Megan Fox.
* * *
“Are you happy you got it done?” I ask her ninety minutes later when we leave Boner’s ink shop with new tattoos.
“It hurt more than I thought, but I don’t regret it.” She walks close beside me as we head to my truck. “Not at all.” She beams up at me. “I love it. Thank you.”
“I like that this is our secret even if it’s out in the open.”
She nods, as I open the door and help her up into my truck. I race around the hood and climb inside, stretching across the console the second my door is shut. My lips meld against hers, and I grab her face as I kiss the shit out of her. Thank fuck for tinted windows, because I seriously would have gone insane if I didn’t get to do this now. “I’ve been dying to do that,” I admit, feathering kisses all over her gorgeous face.
She laces her hands behind my neck. “I wanted to kiss you so badly in there. When you were explaining about your tattoo.” She scrapes her nails along my scalp, knowing what it does to me.
“Keep that up, and you’re getting fucked,” I warn, nipping at her lower lip as I grab her boobs through her dress.
“I wish we had time.”
A devilish glint appears in my eyes as I lift her over the console and dump her in my lap. “Who says we don’t?” I push my seat back and recline it as I grab the hem of her dress and gather it up. “Unzip me, babe, and impale yourself on my dick. Right fucking now.”
A pretty flush climbs up her chest and onto her neck. “What are you doing to me, Vander?” She bites down on her lip in a way that is incredibly sexy before making quick work of my jeans and freeing my erect cock. “Are you constantly hard?”
I love the way she’s staring at my dick like she wants to devour it. My cock pulses, leaking precum, because I cannot get enough of her. I have sex with Kendall on the brain twenty-four-seven. “When I’m with you or thinking about you? Abso-fucking-lutely yes.” I lift my hips so she can tug my jeans down a bit more, and then I lift her by the waist, positioning her over me as I hold her dress up. “Slide your panties to the side and climb on, baby.”
She giggles, leaning down to kiss me as she maneuvers into position. “You’re popping my car-sex cherry,” she purrs against my mouth as she lowers her pussy over my erection.
I hiss, through gritted teeth, at the feel of her warm flesh coating mine. Sex really doesn’t get any better than this. “I’m glad your ex was such a lazy, unimaginative, unadventurous fucker,” I say, thrusting up into her as she starts rocking on top of me. “It won’t take long to erase all memory of him from your mind.”
“You’re already doing a stellar job, Vander,” she moans, grinding on top of my dick. “And I never want to stop doing this with you.”
36
KENDALL
“I’ve been doing some research,” I say, as I stir the homemade pepper sauce in the pan, the following night in Vander’s apartment.
