Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that, well that's fine then I guess. So where are we going for lunch, my treat?"
"Actually I'm taking Kat by Stacy's and Em's place."
"Oh merciful heavens you're going to paint all over this poor child's body too?"
"Mom, go home, better yet go find Char or your husband and relax if you know what I mean."
"Don't tease your mother, just promise me you're not going to cover this child in paint."
"That my dear mother is none of your concern, what a man does to his woman's body is personal, private, her body belongs to me, get the drift?"
"Oh my, my..."
I didn't too much care for the big stupid grin that spread across her face, I could just imagine what she was thinking, if I wasn't careful I'd be hearing wedding bells before long.
"Let's go Angel, goodbye mother, we'll do lunch some other time."
"Angel, he calls you Angel..."
She poked around in her bag for a tissue to wipe the tears that had gathered suddenly in her eyes.
"Mom cut that shit out, I got things to do, I can't deal with one of your crying jags right now."
"You go on son, don't mind me, don't forget dinner tomorrow night, Kat you will be there of course."
"Yes ma'am."
"Good, you kids run along now and Colton please, keep it small."
I ignored her and led Kat out of the office.
* * *
His sister's tattoo parlor wasn't anything like I expected, the place was spacey and chic with marble floors and gilded mirrors on the walls. The artistes were very sophisticated looking men and women with well coiffed hair and spiffy outfits, nothing at all like one would expect in a tattoo parlor.
"Why are we here again?" He hadn't exactly been forthcoming about this little field trip. I knew from past conversations that we both wanted me to get tattooed, but nothing had been said lately or not since I moved in anyway. "I've been talking to Stacy about what I want done, we're not starting for at least another couple of weeks though because I'm already taxing my endurance waiting for you to heal, if I tack on another couple of days because of your tats I'd go out of my fucking mind."
"It hurts that bad?" As much as I liked the idea of a tattoo, I'm not very fond of pain.
"No, it's not that, it's just that it's going to be a lot of work, especially your back art and it can be very uncomfortable after. We're just here to look at what she's come up with so far and maybe super impose it on your back to see how it'll work out."
"Who's going to do it?"
"Stacy and only Stacy, I'll be here with you so not to worry, the rooms are all private so no one else will be able to see you while she's working on you."
"Hello little brother, hi Kat, I heard you put a smack down on Jennifer, way to go." Stacy came up behind us, she gave me a high five before leading us to her work station.
"Colt I hope this is what you had in mind, if not we can tweak it to your specifications, you were pretty adamant about what it is you wanted and I tried to get as close as possible."
She held up a drawing that I thought was phenomenal. The picture depicted me kneeling as if in prayer, with angel's wings protruding from my back. The words Lyon's Angel in cursive was written over my head, it was amazing.
"Damn sis, this is great, it's exactly what I had in mind."
I looked on in awe, I'd never seen anything like it, except maybe for Colton's tattoos, his art was all fire and tribal symbols, all manly and hot, this looked very feminine and classy to me, I couldn't wait to get started.
"I have plans for other parts of your body but that can wait, this is for your back, what do you think?"
"I love it." Lyon's Angel, wow.
* * *
I needed my name on her as soon as possible, to me that was more personal, made more of a statement than a diamond ring.
Katarina got undressed and straddled the chair so Stacy could do her thing.
"If you want we can start on the outline." She offered when she was finished lining up the art work on Kat's back.
"Not today, give us a few weeks, now where's the other one?"
Stacy brought out the other drawing I'd asked her to work on for me. It was a picture of Kat that would take up my side in a lounging position. Kat's mouth hung open in surprise.
"You're really...you're going to..."
"What the fuck Angel?" She broke down in tears, Stacy excused herself while I tended to my crying baby.
"Hey, what's all this?"
"You're going to have my face on your body, it's just, it's so...permanent and it says so much and I'm just so overwhelmed."