“I still owe you one, remember?” he questions, lifting an eyebrow at me.
“Well, yeah, but I haven’t decided on what to put on the sleeve yet. I’m not sure—” I begin.
He interrupts with amusement in his voice, “Oh, not the sleeve. The sleeve is another matter. I’m talking about the Christmas present, and I have something in mind.”
“Xander, I can’t just tattoo your name on me. If I did, I’d have to add Clay’s and Joshua’s right beside it,” I state, folding my arms across my chest.
He grins. “I mean, I could do that. My name would just be the largest and first in line.” Seeing my skeptical expression, his gaze softens. “Trust me?” he asks.
I nod. “I do.”
I trust all of them with my very being.
He steps closer, letting his fingers weave into my hair. “You’re up for a little fun, right?”
“I’m not typically the fun type,” I counter.
He tightens his grip on my hair, causing my head to tilt back. The initial sting rapidly transforms into pleasure, and I suppress a gasp, my thighs pressing together.
Tilting my head to the side, he trails his tongue up my neck before whispering, “You’re a lot of fun. Fun-size, in fact.” Drawing back slightly, he meets my gaze. “This will be the best gift for all three of us. But only if you are good with being marked for us.”
I narrow my eyes. “Where?” His hand travels down to my backside, giving it a firm squeeze. There’s a challenging gleam in his eyes. It’s not as if anyone else would ever see it there, and it also turns me the fuck on. Like a little secret I’ll wear on me for them forever. “Okay.” I shrug.
He leans in, pecking my lips lightly. “Good girl,” he murmurs, sending a flutter through my stomach. “Now, take off your clothes.”
I open my jeans and wriggle out of them, neatly folding them over a nearby stool. The tattoo chair beside it is prepped with a fresh paper cover and sanitized. Just as I’m about to get on the chair, which Xander has adjusted for me to lay on more like a table, his deep voice halts me. “All of them.”
I turn to look at him, and his eyes roam my body, heat in them. I glance over to the front, but we are covered by a divider wall, and I locked the front door myself.
“Really?” I ask.
“I dreamed about you sitting naked on this chair the first time I tattooed you.” He steps in front of me, hooking his finger in my panties. “Take. Them. Off.”
I do as he says, and when I come up again, he puts his finger under my hoodie and pulls it over my head, leaving me in just my black bra. Then he reaches behind me and unhooks the clasp with one smooth motion, hooking his finger in the front between the cups and pulling it off me. His pupils dilate when my breasts wiggle softly from the motion, and he kneels in front of me, pulling me to him with a hand on my back. He licks a swipe upbetween my breasts before switching to my left breast and biting my nipple, making me gasp.
“Dio,” I breathe out, squeezing my thighs together again.
“I want you on that table, glistening for me while I tattoo your perfect ass before I fuck you on it.”
Holy Jesus.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He grins and stands, putting his hands under my arms, and lifts me to sit on the papered surface. “Lay on your stomach,” he directs, sitting on his tattoo stool, still only wearing his black jeans.
He puts on new gloves, and as I look over, I see he already prepared another tattoo gun, needle, and black ink beside the metal table for me. He takes the razor and starts to shave the top of my right ass cheek before sanitizing it. It’s a bit cold laying here naked, but it only heightens my arousal, making my nipples even harder.
He lets his hand swipe up my thigh, and my pussy clenches. It’s all I can do not to squirm.
“Ready, pumpkin?” he asks.
“I swear, if you’re going to put a pumpkin there, I am going to another artist to let him cover it,” I warn, glaring over my shoulder at him.
He slaps my left ass cheek hard, making me twitch before he rubs the sting. “No one besides us is going to see this fine ass, say it.”
“If you’re going to put a pumpkin there—” I start again, but he lifts, grabbing the back of my neck, squeezing it, and making me gasp.
“Say, ‘No one is going to see my fine ass besides my men.’” He nearly growls.
