“You’re ticklish?” In a flash, he had me on my back and was on top of me. He pushed my legs apart and dug his fingers into my sides.
I squealed as he tickled me. I fought him through the giggles. I loved playful Riot. He wasn’t meant to be broody.
“Stop! You monster!” I managed to get out. My shirt rode up and was touching the bottom of my breasts. My heart pounded in my ears as I watched Riot realize it and his tickling slowed, but his hands didn’t leave my body. They slid down the rest of me along with his eyes. His gaze went back up, reaching mine.
His thoughts were clear on his face.
They matched mine.
“You’re not wearing your gloves.”
He brought his hand to his face, rubbing his jaw. “No, I’m not.”
I eyed them, fascinated by what he’d been hiding for weeks.
“You have a tattoo?” I pointed to his hand. “That’s what you’ve been hiding?”
He turned his hand to look at it and then sat back, the moment between us gone. I sat up, pushing my shirt down over my nakedness. He covered his hand from my vision, but chuckled dryly.
“They call that the hand necklace.”
“Hand necklace?” I cocked my head.
“Boogie hasn’t explained it yet?”
I shook my head. I hadn’t actually gotten the chance to use a tattoo machine yet. He mostly had me drawing things and cleaning up his shop. Riot pulled his hand back out and wrapped it around his neck. He looked at me, expectantly.
“You choke people with it?”
“Not people, lovers. Although, I will say since getting it, my sex life has become nearly nonexistent. I haven’t had the chance to use it.” He rolled his eyes and threw his head back against the seat. I stared at his hand, trying to figure out what the design was. It was pretty faded, but it looked like letters.
“Why, does it say something bad?” The font was kind of messy. I reached for his hand, now extremely curious. What could be so offensive that he had to hide it from me? That would cause someone in the throes of passion to be turned off, especially with a man as charming and handsome as Riot?
He yanked his hand away and I fought with him for a bit before I leaped across the seat and climbed onto his lap. I sat down and yanked his hand up to my face. He scowled at me as I turned his hand and read the letters. My heart stopped completely, and my mind went blank for a moment.
There was no way…
I read it again, and then looked at Riot, who was rolling his eyes.
“See?”
I did see. I understood now what would cause someone to not want to have sex with him. After all, why would you want to be choked by a man who had the name Eleanor tattooed on him?
Chapter 54 - Eleanor
Breathe.
Isuddenly wasn’t very drunk. I held Riot’s hand in mine, rereading it over and over.
“When did you get this?”
“About a year ago.”
“Why?”
He didn’t answer.
“Riot,” my voice cracked. “What’s going on?”
