“We have a couple of virgins today, Rachel,” Axel calls out.
“Ooohhh, fresh blood.” She giggles. Sienna and I look at each other in panic. “Zander is out the back getting things ready with the other boys.”
A tall guy comes out from the back room, his arms covered in tattoos, some on his neck as well. His light brown hair is slicked back, and his eyes are sparkling blue.
“Zander, my man.” Evan pulls him into a man-hug as they slap each other on the back.
“Looking good,” Zander replies with a genuine smile on his face as he greets Evan. “How’s Jake doing? Man, it’s been ages since I’ve seen him.” Evan and Zander catch up on life while Sienna and I try not to freak out.
“Far out, that man is hot. Seriously, it’s like hot guys attract other hot guys like magnets pulling them to each other,” I whisper to Sienna who giggles.
“So … you two are getting your first tattoos?” Zander asks. We can only nod our response as I swallow hard trying to be strong.
“They look like they are both going to throw up,” he says to Evan, making them both laugh at us. Evan’s hands begin to knead Sienna’s shoulders. Where’s my massage from a hot rock star?
“Who wants to go first?” Zander asks, his blue eyes looking at Sienna and me.
“Me,” I hear Sienna say. Oh, thank goodness because I didn’t want to have to be brave.
“Good work. Now make yourself comfortable on that chair and show me what you want,” he instructs as his eyes briefly drop down to her chest. Evan lets out a cough, catching Zander’s attention and glaring at him. I look over at Sienna, who blushes. Zander’s eyes remain above her chest for the rest of the session. Sienna shows him her tattoo idea and where she wants it, which is on her ribs, apparently a super painful spot.
“You’ll have to take off your bra but keep your shirt on so I can work properly,” Zander tells her.
Evan doesn’t seem happy about that suggestion, but he can’t say shit. He watches and Zander tries not to, while Sienna slips out of her bra, it’s a sexy black lace number which she drops on the top of her bag. Evan’s eyes zero in on the lingerie. Yeah, he’s going to go stake his claim later for that. Once she’s ready, I take a seat beside her and hold her head as she winces through the pain, but it’s a super quick and small tattoo, so before we realize it, it’s over. Sienna goes over and admires the work in the mirror.
“So, what does it say?” Evan asks, looking at the Arabic writing down her ribs.
??????? ???? ?? ????????
“What is coming is better than what is gone.”
Oh wow. “Fuck, Si, that’s cool,” I tell her. She looks over at Evan, and something passes between the two of them before he nods and hands her a bottle of water.
“You’re up next. Let me just clean up and get fresh supplies,” Zander addresses me with a smile.
Ten minutes later, it’s my turn to be in the hot seat. Lying on my back, I pull my shirt up, then slide my pants down, exposing my hip.
“I want the words, ‘Suck my …’ and you can guess the rest when your eyes fall to where that sentence finishes.” I shrug.
Zander bursts out laughing. “Seriously, that is hilarious.”
“That’s my Derrick. I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Sienna laughs.
“Okay then, Derrick, let’s do this,” Zander says, asking me to keep still. He makes an outline and asks me to check if it’s in the right place. I want it low on my hip so that it can’t be seen if I’m in my board shorts.Think of the children.I settle back into place. “You ready?” Zander asks. I nod as Sienna comes aroundand takes my hand. “Evan, can you take the other one?” I smirk, holding out my hand to Evan. He huffs and rolls his eyes, but does what I ask and holds my hand as Zander makes me scream.
Later that night, I go home and update my dick pic collage to include my new tattoo.
3
DERRICK
“Ican’t believe we are flying private to Europe.” I squeal as I link my arm with Sienna’s.
“I can’t believe we are about to go on tour with Dirty Texas.” She squeals with excitement. Evan Wyld was her hall pass when she was married, and the fact that after her divorce, she was able to manifest him into her life is karma doing its job.
“And your time screwing said rock star has come to an end,” I whisper, raising a brow at her, because the way these two have been fucking like rabbits, there is no way they are going to stick to the rules of no touching the staff.
Her face falls. “I know. It sucks.”
