And my art on the walls.
And on her skin.
“I want to tattoo,” I admitted. I followed the lines of her body with my palms. “Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to mark up all this pretty virgin skin with a tattoo gun.”
She smiled. “Do it.”
I laughed at her. “Do it? You’re just going to let me draw all over you in permanent ink? What if I draw X’s face right in the middle of your back?”
She laughed, and the sound was sweet. “He’d probably love that, and I would congratulate you on your realistic portrait skills.”
I grinned and moved my hand between us, cupping her sweet, bare pussy. “What if I tattooed you here?”
“What would you put there?”
I answered in a heartbeat without even thinking about it. “My name.”
She moaned. “Do it.”
But that was so permanent, and in a place on her body that was so intimate. “You’ll have to ask me a lot more times than once for me to do that to you.”
“How many times do I have to ask?”
I shrugged. “At least three.”
She opened her mouth. “Tattoo—”
I stopped her lips with my finger. “At least a week apart.”
She pouted. “I could just get Dax to do it.”
My gaze darkened. “If you want me to fucking kill him, then sure, you could ask him.”
She laughed, leaning up to kiss me again. “I’m joking! Nobody is tattooing my pussy except for you.”
I groaned, wishing she hadn’t said that. Because now it was all I was going to think about. Fucking hell, I had a tattoo gun right there in the damn drawer. I could do it right now, claim her with my name in permanent ink.
But then I wouldn’t be able to go down on her.
And that seemed like a pretty good consolation prize. So instead of arguing, I put my mouth where I really fucking hoped I would one day get to put my name.
26
VIOLET
When it hit midmorning and I hadn’t heard from either X or Whip, I started to get worried.
I paced the length of Levi’s bedroom and tried calling, but both their phones went straight to voicemail. Whip’s was very professional, clearly stating his legal name and he’d get back to me promptly.
X’s personal phone didn’t give his name but did say:Hey, I can’t come to the phone right now because I’m duct taped to a ceiling fan. I’ll call you back when I stop spinning.
I glanced at Levi hopefully. “Can I call their squad phones? Grayson gave me the numbers last night.” Admittedly, it had been grudgingly, but he had eventually handed them over. “I’m worried. And I really think we need to talk about the plan.”
He shook his head and kissed me instead. “You want to call their squad phones because their girlfriend hasn’t heard from them in a few hours and wants to discuss making herself bait for a psychopath? I don’t think that counts as an emergency.”
I sighed because he was right. He’d explained to me how their group phones were sacred and that using them meant business.
But I kind of liked the sound of him calling me their girlfriend.
