Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“How about our names?” asks Tank. He pulls down the zipper on the front of my hoodie and they pull it off me. He runs his fingers over my arm, stroking my sensitive forearm where the bruises are still visible. “Start with me, here. I don’t want these to be all you see.”
“Good idea. A nice, neutral starting spot,” Wraith says, pulling up a stool and arranging my arm on a rest. Then he starts drawing.
I watch closely, amazed at how steady his hand is, and how perfectly he draws the letters in a bold heavy metal style. The marker tickles a little, but it’s kind of fun, especially watching him add little vine and thorn flourishes to make it pretty.
“Me next,” says Nitro. “On her side.” His hand's already sliding underneath my T-shirt, pulling it up to reveal my ribcage.
“Um, guys, I'm—”
Tank grins. “Don’t worry. We're professionals.”
Nitro adjusts me in his lap, stretching out my arm and leaning me so Wraith has complete access. That one of his hands happens to be supporting me by holding my breast is completely accidental I’m sure, but I don’t complain. I suck in a breath as Wraith’s cool fingers smooth over my ribs and he starts sketching the outline of the letters. I crane my neck and watch.
The lettering is completely different. It looks like the kind of retro font you’d see on the side of an old school race car with more jagged embellishments and an outline around the letters. It's five, maybe six inches long and wraps around my right side, a little below my breast.
“I like seeing our names on you,” Nitro murmurs, just for me.
I kind of like it too.
“Where do you want your name?” I ask Wraith.
He licks his lips and leans back. “So many options.” Standing, he repositions me like a doll, making me straddle Nitro with my knees on either side of his thighs. “There are a lot of places I want to put my ink, but I think for this I want it somewhere people can see. I want them to see our marks on you.”
My body feels loose and pliable as they help me out of my shirt. I’ve been going without a bra for so long that I’ve almost stopped paying attention to it, but being topless in Nitro’s lap makes it hard to ignore. I have to close my eyes a moment and pretend this is all perfectly normal.
Wraith twists my hair up and out of the way, and then strokes all the way from the nape of my neck to the small of my back. I have to fight the urge to arch like a cat looking for more attention. My arms rest on Nitro’s shoulders, leaving my breasts hanging right there for him to see.
“Are you still jealous?” I tease.
Nitro’s expression is downright devilish. He reaches up and his thumbs stroke over my nipples. “I will be until I hear you scream my name.”
18
NITRO
I've wanted to do this since I first saw her right here in the shop. She’s so fucking pretty. Way too good for assholes like us, but I learned long ago not to question fate. I love the weight of her in my hands. When I flick my thumbs over her already hard nipples, she lets out a sudden sigh. Not of surprise, but relief it's finally happening.
That makes two of us, because I've been hard as a fucking rock since she started asking about why a man would want to share a woman. With the way she's been wiggling over my cock, I’ll be more than fucking happy to show her.
“Oh,” she says in a little whimper as Wraith starts sketching across her shoulders. He’s only using markers, but as always, he’s completely focused on his work.
I can't kiss her full lips from here, but press a kiss between her breasts and blow over the damp spot my lips left behind. She shivers and shifts in my lap.
“Sit still,” Wraith grumbles as he signs his name on her body.
“I'm trying,” she moans as I do it again.
I fucking hate seeing the marks that those cop assholes left on her body. How the hell did they take someone as sweet as Kaylee and treat her like that? I want to string those fuckers up and give them a solid dose of their own fucking medicine before I make it so they can’t hurt anyone else, ever again.
“There.” Wraith leans back to look at his work. He takes a picture with his phone and shows it to Kaylee. His name spans the whole top of her back in an arch, written in bold, black lettering that looks like a ragged version of what they used to label old fashioned maps. It looks fucking badass, like she already is on the inside, but now everyone can see it.