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Now that I’m no longer in front of him, his brothers can see the tattoo on his chest. They both seem to put the pieces together at the same time, looking from Malice to the tattoo gun and then to me.
“You let Willow give you a tattoo?” Ransom asks, sounding surprised.
“Yeah. And?” Malice shoots back. “She did a great job. And it wasn’t about what the tattoo looked like anyway.”
Vic sets down the bag he was carrying when they entered and moves closer, examining the W that’s marked on his brother’s chest in fresh ink. “Quite good for your first time, honestly,” he murmurs.
I smile at him, the praise going straight to my head and mixing with all the other endorphins floating around in my system.
“You know what has to happen now, right?” Ransom sets his own bag down, then folds his arms.
“What?”
“You have to tattoo me and Vic too. Keep it even. Malice can’t be the only one going around with your initial on his chest.”
I chuckle ruefully. “You sure you want that? You see how wonky the one I did for Malice is.” It’s only half a joke, despite Vic’s confirmation that it looks pretty good for my first time. “You should run far away from this.”
“No.” Vic shakes his head, surprising me by immediately taking Ransom’s side. “We want you to do it.”
“Yeah, we don’t care if it’s professional quality. It being your work is what makes it special,” Ransom agrees.
I look to Malice, since it’s his equipment, and he just raises an eyebrow at me. It’s pure challenge, like he wants to see if I can do it, and there’s no hesitation in him at all.
“Okay.” I nod, grinning in spite of myself. “If you really want me to, I can mark you both too.”
Malice shows me how to change out the needles in the gun and get new ink, and Ransom takes off his shirt first. He sits on the couch with his legs spread, leaving room for me to kneel between them.
“In the same spot as I did for Malice?” I ask him, glancing up at his face.
His blue-green eyes gleam as he looks down at me. “If you can fit it in, yeah.”
He doesn’t have as many tattoos as Malice, so it’s easier to find space for it, and I get to work.
It’s easier the second time, which shouldn’t be a surprise, I guess. I’m more used to the weight of the gun and the way it moves, so I can control it more, making more even lines as I start to tattoo Ransom’s chest.
I can feel Vic and Malice watching me, and the thick feeling of tension in the room doesn’t abate. It makes the air seem so hot that it practically sears my skin, warming me from the outside in, and I have to fight the urge to look over at them.
Ransom doesn’t flinch from the pain either, taking it with the good grace and easy humor he takes most things in life.
“You know, I feel kind of like an idiot, but I didn’t expect this to be so hot,” he says after a few minutes.
“Which part?” I ask, pausing to wipe away some of the ink.
“You doing tattoos. You’ve got this look of concentration on your face, like you’re trying to make sure you do a good job, and it’s sexy as fuck.”
Vic makes a noise of agreement, and I find myself smiling.
“That’s just the endorphins talking. All of you lunatics seem to get off on pain.”
“As if you don’t,” Ransom fires back, and the weight of knowledge in his voice makes my pussy clench. He’s seen firsthand what the perfect mix of pain and pleasure can do to me.
This tattoo goes a bit quicker, and after several more minutes, I sit back, wiping away the last of the ink and blood to reveal the fresh W on Ransom’s chest. He smiles when he looks down at it, that same warm, fond look on his face that Malice wore.
“Amazing job, angel. I’ll wear this with pride.”
He puts his hands on my face and draws me up so he can kiss me. It’s slow and deep, but there’s heat there all the same. Ransom pours his feelings into it, and I gasp a little against his lips, kissing him right back.
“How are you so perfect?” he murmurs against my lips.
