“The nightmares don’t seem to find me when you’re next to me.”
“I’m glad.” I smile, my heart expanding in my chest. “I um, I never got to say it last night, but… I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For what my father did to you, allowing that monster to… to do what he did, for ignoring what was happening.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about, butterfly. Can’t pick our parents, remember?”
“Speaking of parents, I got a text from my mom this morning, inviting me to come home for Christmas.”
“Are you gonna go?”
“And play happy families when all I’ll want to do is climb across the dining table and rip out my father’s eyeballs? No. Hard pass.”
He chuckles. “I’d pay good money to see that, butterfly.”
The tattoo needles hit a sensitive spot and I hiss, flinching. “Ow!”
“Sorry, baby. Not long left until I’m done.” He leans forward and places a kiss to my skin, just above the tattoo.
“It’s okay, maybe I just need a distraction from the pain…” I say, reaching for the fly of his jeans.
He sucks in a breath. “What’re you doing?”
A laugh slips free. “Let’s play a game. If you can finish my tattoo without making a mistake while I touch you, I’ll letyoufinish in my mouth,” I propose, rubbing him through his jeans, feeling him harden under my hand.
“Christ, butterfly. What the hell happened to that innocent girl I met only a couple months ago?”
“She met a hot, bearded bad boy who tattoos for a living, rides a motorcycle and fucks like a machine.”
“So what happens if I make a mistake?” he asks.
“You have to useyourmouth to makemefinish.”
“Mmm… I’m tempted to let my hand slip so I can get my mouth on that sweet pussy of yours.”
“And here I was excited at the thought of havingyouin my mouth.”
“Well, when you put it like that, who am I to deprive my girl of my cock?”
My girl.I couldn’t ignore the riot of butterflies in my belly if I tried.
“Is that a yes?” I ask, working open the fly of his jeans.
“You’re on, baby.”
Twenty minutes later, Killian’s reclined back in the chair with me above him, his cock deep in my mouth while his tongue spears in and out of my pussy.
It turns out a hand job isn’t enough to distract him from his work and the thought of eating me out while I gave him a blow job was far more appealing than me getting on my knees for him.
It doesn’t take long until we’re both coming and once we’ve cleaned up and gotten dressed, he takes my hand and leads me over to the full length mirror by the door.
I lift up my shirt and take in the tattoo permanently inked onto my skin, my eyes filling with tears.
It’s perfect.
The electric blue butterfly is perched on a thin branch, pink peonies budding from it.
