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“Didn’t think it was going to hurt this much,” Elaina wheezed.
I pushed open the door to Vern’s tattoo room, wondering why the fuck my woman was getting a tattoo, and I hadn’t heard a fucking word about it. No one touched her without my or Alejandro’s consent.
“The fuck is going on here?” I asked, crossing my bulky arms over my chest as I watched Vern lean over Elaina’s hand, not paying me a bit of mind.
Elaina’s cheeks colored pink. “I, um, wanted to do something,” she said, holding up her right hand—the same hand that was adorned with Alejandro’s ring. On the back of her hand was the letter A. “On this hand,” she said, nodding her head toward where Vern was tattooing, “I’m putting the letter J.” She hissed a breath through her teeth when Vern hit a sensitive spot.
I walked over and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, my chest squeezing. She was putting the first letters of our names permanently on her body, and I wanted to do nothing more than worship her because of it. I couldn’t even be mad that she had allowed another man—brother or not—to touch her.
She was forever marking herself as ours. That was a hell of a lot more permanent than rings or her name beside mine on a marriage certificate.
“Come see me when you’re done,” I told her. I tipped her chin up, slanting my lips across hers. Vern paid us no mind. “You’re doing so fucking well,” I assured her.
I slipped from the room and pulled my phone out of my pocket to text Alejandro.
You won’t believe what our woman is currently doing right now.
He’d left early this morning before the sun was up to head down to Mexico for a few hours. He claimed he had some business to deal with and would be back before dinner. But after seeing what she was having done to her body… yeah, I was going to make a fucking mess of her before he got home.
What has she gotten up to now?
I smirked. He’d never fucking guess, and I knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t like me trying to play a game with him.
I slipped back to the room and only cracked the door enough to get a picture of her getting tattooed, her eyes closed, her face pinched in discomfort. But she wasn’t cursing or making any noise. She was taking her first time getting tattooed like a fucking champ.
I fired the image off to Alejandro and went to go check on Antonio, who was playing with Whiler. I swore, sometimes I thought Whiler was more of a kid than Antonio. But he was a damn good uncle, and I trusted Whiler with Antonio’s life. I knew that despite Whiler’s goofiness, Alejandro felt the same.
“Everything good in here?” I asked, crouching down to ruffle Antonio’s hair.
Antonio looked up at me and held up his cup. “Can I have juice, Daddy?”
I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Of course, you can, kiddo.”
“Elaina’s going to have a fit,” Whiler warned me.
I shrugged. “I think I’ll be keeping her too distracted to even notice.”
Whiler cracked a grin. “Finally saw what she’s doing?” he asked me.
I nodded, walking behind the bar to grab Antonio’s juice out of the fridge. “You knew?” I asked as I twisted the cap off.
Whiler nodded as I poured some juice into Antonio’s cup before adding water to dilute it a little. “She asked me for my opinion. I drew up the letters for her since she wanted something a little different than just plain old letters.” Whiler was amazing at drawing, though he didn’t really like showing anyone. He’d done some pieces for me for my tattoos, but anything he did in private, it was kept that way.
Private. Sealed. Untouchable.
“She’s handling it like a fucking pro,” I said proudly as I handed Antonio his cup back.
Whiler snorted. “You expect anything less from her?”
I shook my head because really, I didn’t. But the fact that she was regardless made me so fucking proud of her.
Whiler shooed me off. “She should be almost done. I’ve got him.”
“Thanks, brother.” I dropped another kiss to Antonio’s head before heading to our room to wait on Elaina. Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I pulled it out to check Alejandro’s message.
Naughty girl. Don’t break her before I get home.
I just smirked and sent him the devil face emoji before I set my phone on the bedside table and stripped out of my clothes. I had just gotten comfortable on the bed when Elaina walked in, both of her hands wrapped in plastic wrap. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw me waiting naked for her on the bed, my cock hard as steel.
I gripped it and gave it a couple of leisurely strokes. “You going to join me, sweet girl,” I asked her, my voice nothing more than a rasp, “or are you going to make me get myself off by myself?”
