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Stepping back slightly to place a tiny blue dot on the outer part of her nipple, eyeing the other side to make it as straight as possible. A few moments later I have the other side as close as I can to it being even.

Capping the sharpie, I throw it back down on the table. “Ready?”

“I think so.” She swallows.

Sutton is one of the few people I know besides my brothers that can hide how nervous they are about a situation. Luckily for me, I’m an observant motherfucker and pick up on little cues that most people miss or dismiss as nothing.

Her hands are trembling at her side. That’s when I notice the ring she spins on her thumb is gone.

“Where’s your ring?”

“Oh, uh…” she startles, examining the hand I’m talking about. “I lost it.”

I tilt my head to the side as my brow lowers. “How’d you lose it? You’re constantly messin’ with it. You didn’t feel it fall off?”

“It didn’t fall off.”

I just stare at her, blinking because I’m not understanding. I’m not liking how closed off she’s getting the more I press about the ring. It’s almost like she doesn’t want to tell me… motherfucker.

“He took it?” I ground out.

She doesn’t need to answer because I already know what it is.

He fucking took it.

I close my eyes as I focus on inhaling through my nose, trying to calm myself down. She doesn’t need this shit when she’s doing something new and exciting for herself. I’ll be damned if I’m part of any shitty memory.

Another thing he’s going to pay for.

Reaching out, I lightly drag my knuckles down her skin, starting at her cheek, working my way to the area I just marked. Sutton gasps as I circle her hard nipple with my thumb, giving it a light pinch followed by a tug.

I watch as her eyes softly close and her mouth parts open with mine inches from hers. I close the gap as I pull her flush against me. My tongue slips inside, tasting the bubblegum flavored gum she’s chewing on. Searching around as I dominate every inch of her mouth, claiming it as mine, I find the piece of gum. Sucking it into my mouth as I pull away to meet her heavy-lidded and heated eyes, I chew it up, blowing out a bubble.

Her breathing is shallow as she arches into me.

Shrugging my cut off, I throw it on the chair in the corner before quickly yanking my shirt off. Locking my hands around her wrists, I place her palms on my chest, each one resting on an eye of the skull from the Dirty Devils logo I have tattooed across my chest.

Sutton’s nails dig into the skin slightly, causing a small sting that goes straight to my dick. Once she touches my skin, all bets are off. She’s rubbing up and down my chest like she’s trying to memorize every inch.

Needing more since her greedy cunt teased me this morning, I pop open the button on her shorts, wasting no time before sliding them and her panties over her ass and down her legs.

Sutton has me pausing, scared I’ve gone too far as she pulls away from me. Quickly, she steps out of her shorts, coming back to me. This time it’s her reaching for my buckle. She fumbles as she tries to get the belt out of the loops, wrinkling her nose up in frustration.

Finally, she gets it. Both of us sigh in relief for very different reasons when the top button of my jeans opens. Sliding her hands in on the side, she works my boxers and pants over my ass, copping a feel on her way down.

“You like that?” I grunt.

“You have a nice butt. Do you always wear silk boxers?”

I let out another grunt in confirmation. “I like the way they feel against my skin.”

Stepping out of my clothes, I take a seat on the tattoo bed, leaning back against the backrest that’s still in an upright position. “Come here.”

A naked Sutton tentatively walks toward me with her eyes glued to my dick, her hands covering her breasts like I wasn’t just feeling them up two minutes ago.

I smirk, knowing I’m the first man she’s seeing with the head of his dick pierced.

“Don’t cover up. Not for me.”