Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Worried your woman likes what she’s seeing?” This cocky motherfucker.
“Knock it the fuck off. The only blood allowed in my shop is from tattooing. You two wanna fight like goddamn idiots, take it out back,” Abe interjects.
“Fletch, Lawson, I’d really like to get my tattoo now. I mean, if you all are done with your alpha he-man business, that is.” Lawson and I haven’t ever fought— we talk shit, giving as good as we get—but there’s a first time for everything.
“We’re good, darlin’. I’m heading out. I gotta wake up with the damn chickens anyways.” Lawson holds his hand out for me to shake. I take it and see the glint in his eyes. Fucker knew exactly what he was doing.
“Abe, you get my email I sent you with the design I have in mind?” I’ve got another surprise up my sleeve. While I’m waiting on his response, I watch as Lawson puts his shirt on and then gives Delilah a quick kiss on the cheek. Dickhead.
“Yep, it’s all drawn out. Let me show Delilah what I came up with.” She wants a line of peach blossoms down the length of her spine. It’s going to be hot as fuck, especially with my hand wrapped around her hair as I take her from behind.
“What are you getting done?” she asks.
“You’ll see.” I’ve got zero tattoos where I want my next one placed. Her name is going to be tattooed over my heart, where it’ll be every day of our lives.
“Not fair,” she pouts.
“You’ll like it when it’s done.” I wink.
“Fine. Hold my hand?”
“Anytime.” My fingers entwine with hers, and we follow Abe back to his workspace.
“Later, Abe,” Lawson tosses over his shoulder.
“Later,” Abe responds. He’s already in the zone. His area is clean from working on Lawson, and he’s pulling out the hand drawn tattoo for Delilah to approve.
“Oh, wow, it’s gorgeous.” My gaze is locked on hers. She’s looking at the drawing. There’s a reason why I’ve got no problem taking a trip back here whenever I want new ink. I also like to check in with my family away from family.
“Alright, I’ll step out. Shirt and bra off, face down on the table.” I look up to the ceiling, waiting until Abe has cleared the room and closed the door.
I hear the whoosh of Delilah’s clothes and count to five in my head. One, two, three, four, five. The fabric meets my chest as I look down at her. “I’m not sure why you insist on keeping a drawer full of bras when you barely wear them, and just so you know, when we get back to the hotel, I’m going to spank your ass.” I cup her breasts, thumbs sliding over her pebbled tips, giving her a tease of what’s to come.
“Promise?”
“It’s a guaran-fuckin-tee.” I pinch both of her sweet-as-cherry nipples, then give her a quick kiss before dropping my hands. “On the table.” She’d drop to her knees and take me in her mouth if I so much as hinted at the idea. Instead, she spins on her heel. My hand meets the underside of her ass, and a loud resounding smack echoes in the small room.
“Fletcher!” she admonishes while climbing onto the table, ass up in the air, and my dick is hard as a fucking rock now.
“Later.” She slowly nods then lies down. The sides of her tits are showing, and that won’t do. “Lift.” I walk toward her, using her shirt she threw at me and tucking it beneath her. Fuck, I should have brought a jacket, then she could wear it backwards. “It’s not much, but it’ll do. You ready?”
“Yeah.” Her hand goes to mine, and I take it while sitting down in front of her.
“Abe!” I call out, ready to get this show on the road. I’m more than ready to see the end result and to show Delilah how permanent she is for me before tomorrow.
“All good?” She nods. “Alright, I’ll walk you through what I’m about to do. If you need a break, just let me know. Sound good?” Abe asks.
“Yep.” I watch him do his thing while keeping an eye on Delilah, all while thinking about how this time tomorrow, she’ll be my wife, have my name, and we’ll be on our way to a week-long honeymoon where clothes will be optional. Damn, she’ll be sore, and my dick will be raw. It sounds like a great fucking life to me.