Whoever is talking to King gets a grunt in return. King helps me to my feet and then turns me to face the newcomer, his hands on my hips very possessively. I sink against his chest, rubbing my head against it, spreading my scent over him, in a very obvious way to both King and the guy looking nervous in front of us.
“Stain, this is Tristan, she’s gonna be your client, and she’ll let you know what she likes. I want three on her before you take a break, yeah?”
Stain’s already shaking his head, agreeing to anything and everything King says. “Shit man, of course.”
“And I swear to fucking god, Stain, you do not think bad shit about her while you’re touching her skin.”
Stain steps aside showing he’s set up a tattoo bed, but also two chairs in the same space as if he always anticipated King sitting with us.
King walks past the set-up, and I get to look at his house. It’s small but it is gorgeously rustic, similar to the lake house in how compact it is. It’s definitely not a kit home nor is it architecturally designed but it matches him to a tee. He nods his head at the small intimate group of men out on a large open deck out the back, but then he shuts them away by drawing the curtains closed.
“Come here, killer.” He sits in one of the chairs under a couple of professional lights like they use in photography, and I climb up on his lap. “What bra and panties you got on?”
I triple check my bra, pulling at the neck of Maverick’s giant hoodie. Before I can answer, he looks for himself and, clearly satisfied with my choice, he pulls it up and over my head before taking off his own.
“Steel, you got a tie I can use?” King asks, not waiting before he starts bundling my hair up, and uncovering the claims I was being subtle about covering.
Next to us, Stain sits on his seat and gets all his guns and gear ready.
“First one,” King says as he turns me around to face Stain, but he uses his hands to cup my breasts. “Right here, same design as mine.”
“You want me to use that numbing cream?” Stain asks me without looking at me.
“Nope, I earnt this bitch.” I laugh, and King chuckles behind me.
And even though I talk smack, I’m suddenly anxious but at the same time I really did earn this tattoo. Instead of getting too caught up in how it might feel, I focus on watching Stain set up. He rolls his chair forward, drops a pair of glasses down and firesup his gun. The first few minutes are like getting stung by a bee, once the initial sting goes I distract myself by watching as Tyson, Maverick, and Steel bring our bags in from the truck, making themselves at home. It’s strangely calming and each of them come over and talk to King, ignoring Stain not because they’re being rude but because he’s focused on what he’s doing.
King’s responses rumble through his chest, vibrating through my body from how close we’re pressed together and I seriously nearly drift off to sleep, until Stain’s gun goes close to the top of my ribs, which hurts like a bitch. He doesn’t stop and I don’t ask him to.
“Trissy.” Steel pops up in my vision. And I freaking melt because now I am no longer WIP, I’m Trissy. And I love it.
Steel hands over a glass of wine before taking a massive toke on the spliff they’ve been sharing, leaning down and blowing it straight into my mouth.
The smoke fills my lungs but the only thing I can taste is his butterscotch kisses. He pulls away all too soon but sits on the spare stool next to us. He and King keep me calm and still as Stain finishes off the tattoo.
He barely turns his gun off. “Pass your glass to Steel. Next one on her ring finger.”
“Fuck yeah, I like.” Stain grins before he glances up at me. “You need a break? I can do King next if you want.”
“No chance. Like I said, I’ve waited too long.”
King explains the design he wants which isn’t what I thought, but Stain just starts free hand drawing the crown and obvious band into a beautiful design. The addition of King’s name sitting in the space between my first knuckle and my nail brings tears to my eyes. I have to blink them away, but both King and Steel lean over to kiss me.
“Last one.” King says, helping me to stand.
“For Trissy. If you’ve got time, man, I wouldn’t mind one too,” Steel says.
“Easy as. What about you, King?”
“Yeah, I need the same as Tris on my hand then I’m good.”
I stand up, not really sure what’s going on, but when King winks at me, I get an idea. When he opens up my jeans and tugs my pants down my legs, patting his thigh, I get a good idea.
Steel growls under his breath, but Stain mutters a couple of apologies. I mean the poor guy is currently looking at my ass not by choice.
“King? What am I doing here?”
“Patch her there.” He uses his finger to rub over my butt cheek.
