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He laughs. “How the fuck did you manage to convince him of that?”
“Easy.” I snort as I get down and wink at him. “I have a vagina he wants to fuck. You going to help me or what?”
“She also threatened to beat up my balls again,” Garrett calls.
I nod seriously. “That too, this time with a frying pan, seeing as though I still don’t have my bat.”
Diesel laughs. “You gotta stop beating people up, Little Bird. It’s easier to just kill them.”
I wave that away. “Killing spree later, dick tattoos now.”
“No fucking dicks,” Garrett yells, and I turn around and narrow my eyes.
“I will do a dick if I want to do a dick,” I snap.
He glares and goes toe-to-toe with me. “No. Fucking. Dicks. If I so much as see a goddamn dick on my skin, I will…”
“Will what?” I prompt sweetly, trailing my hand down his chest to his dick and cupping it. “Well?”
“Fair is fair,” he growls. “I will draw one on your face.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I seethe.
“Try me.” He smirks.
“I liked you better when you just grunted. Fine, no dicks, sit down,” I demand, letting go of his hard cock and stomping around him while he laughs.
But then an idea hits me, and I beckon D closer as we debate what to draw. I lean in and whisper in his ear so Garrett can’t hear. “We’re going to sneak a dick in it, in the design space, he will never know.”
“He’s going to murder you, I’m in.” He laughs.
“He could try.” I grin as I snap on the gloves and wiggle my finger. “Probing time, baby, bend over.”
Diesel does so, wiggling his ass at me and making Garrett groan. “Children,” he calls, and we look over as I spank Diesel. “No ass play before tattoos.”
“After?” I ask seriously, and he throws his hand over his eyes.
“This is a fucking terrible idea, and they call him crazy, she’s just as bad,” he mutters to himself.
I sit on the chair and roll closer, debating where to tattoo. He doesn’t have much room. “What about your ass?” I murmur, looking him over again.
“You are not tattooing my ass,” he snaps, and I huff.
“Where else? Your cock? I ain’t touching your big ass toes.” I shiver in disgust.
He looks down, searching for room. “Shit, baby, please not my ass.”
I look him over again. “Ass or cock, your choice.”
He narrows his eyes, and I grin.
“Bend over, boy.”
“No vagina is worth this,” he snarls, as he unfastens his jeans and yanks them off, leaving him in little black boxers, his thick thighs covered in tattoos as he desperately hunts for some room. He doesn’t find any and stares at me with wide eyes. “Fuck.”
Grinning, I twirl my finger at him, and he grudgingly turns and lies face down. I tug down his boxers and reveal his peachy fucking ass, but then I freeze. “Are you okay?” I ask lowly, remembering.
He stills but nods, then he turns his head until he can see me. “I’m okay, I can see you.”
