“That’s Kane’s dad, right?” she asks.
“Yeah.”
“It’s special to have people important enough to imprint a memory of them onto your skin forever.”
My fingers trail over the skin between her shoulder blades where she has a floral tattoo connected with a series of vines. “What does this one mean?” I ask her.
She huffs out a harsh laugh. “Nothing… I was nineteen, bored, and liked flowers. I don’t regret it, though, because the artist was badass and created something really cool.”
I laugh with her because I’m covered in tattoos I got because of similar reasons.
With my other hand, I pick up her arm. I gently touch the two birds etched on her wrist. “These?” I ask.
“Mav and me… our family.”
I keep tracing over the two small birds and the pulse point under her skin. “Would you ever want to add to it?”
The implication is clear. Would she want to add more birds if more people were added to her forever family?
She tilts her head back, looking into my eyes for the first time this morning. “I hope so,” she says quietly.
We lay there, eyes locked on one another for several long minutes. Our hands gently roam over each other’s bodies.
It isn’t in a sexual way that’s leading to anything. It’s purely for comfort and the need to touch one another. Her head snuggles back against my chest.
I could get utterly addicted to waking up with her like this. Given my past, it’s surprising I have been able to avoid any other addictions in my life, but she might just be the first thing I can’t abstain from.
Her finger grazes over my skin. She asks about a few of my other tattoos and laughs when I tell her they don’t hold nearly the same significance as the first two.
“Need caffeine,” she finally groans. She stretches as best she can without separating herself from where she’s glued against my side.
I chuckle, rolling her onto her back, so I’m looming over her. “Then we need to get out of this bed.”
“But I don’t want to,” she groans, letting her arm fall over her face.
I trail a line of kisses down her neck. “I thought you said you needed coffee.”
“I do, but I don’t think my legs are going to work this morning. I’m pretty sure you fucked the life out of them.” She says it so seriously it makes me laugh.
I press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. She whines when I pull away. I stand to the side of the bed, facing away.
“Come on,” I tell her, glancing over my shoulder. “Hop on.”
She crawls over, climbing onto my back. Her arms and legs wrap around me, while my hands grip the back of her bare thighs to support her.
She leans in until her lips are a centimeter from my ear. “Next time you tell me to hop on, I hope it’s on a different part of you.”
I growl, giving her thigh a slap. “Focus.” I walk out of Kane’s room and to the stairs. “We both need some coffee and breakfast before you even think about jumping on my dick.”
She giggles, resting her cheek against my shoulder. I was right about the guys’ whereabouts. Kane is facing the stove, cooking something. Wyatt prods at the coffee maker.
Hearing us approach, Wyatt spins around. He smiles when he sees her on my back. “Tired, beautiful?” he asks.
She peers over at him but doesn’t lift her head from my shoulder. “Mmhmm.”
“You want some coffee?” he asks.
“Please,” she says. She starts to tell him how she takes her coffee, but he holds up his hand.
