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“Fuck, I think I might be sick.”
“Aurora, get her a chair. She needs to watch.” Cedar demands, and Aurora is on the move to push a wheely chair across the hardwood.
“C, you know I hate this shit …”
“You’ll be fine.” I meet my girl’s pale face and hold out a hand as Cedar squirts cleaner on a paper towel and aims for the only blank space she can see without removing any clothes.
The base of my neck.
“I’ve never watched before,” Aria admits, flinching when Cedar grips her tattoo gun and presses the pedal, bringing the room to life with its all-too-familiar buzzing.
“I have a feeling this one is going to hurt.” I meet Cedar’s dark gaze as she stands over me and adjusts the chair until I’m lying flat, my head pushed all the way back, exposing my neck.
“Oh, my God.” Aria whimpers when the needle makes contact and Cedar begins to freehand letters on my skin.
To my surprise, she’s not too heavy with the hand.
But the shit hurts like a bitch. Which is why that space was empty.
Needles penetrate my skin and I squeeze my eyes shut, the flesh there firing with each stroke of Cedar’s hand.
I breathe as deep as I can to distract myself from the ache building, focusing on the death grip Aria has on my hand as if she’s the one in pain. Swipes of paper towel across theoverworked skin nearly bring tears to my eyes, but I refuse to show weakness in this moment.
Aria needs to know. So do her sisters.
I’m in for life.
My jaw is clenched so hard that when Cedar pulls back, I have a hard time loosening the joints there. She wipes away the excess blood and ink from me and cleans up the wound with a little solution.
“Fucking done.” She snaps her gloves off and tosses the things away.
I sit up slowly, looking first at Aria’s distraught features, and stretch my neck from side to side.
“That bad?” I ask her with a grin as she watches the fresh ink move with me, but she just shakes her head and points to the mirror.
“It’s fucking beautiful.” Her hand covers her mouth, tears building in her eyes.
I turn to catch a glimpse in the mirror over Cedar’s station and nearly lose my breath.
Right there across the base of my neck, in bold vines constructed of vibrant greens and yellows that stand out among the other colors already there is my girl’s name.
“Fuck.”
Cedar’s hand is on my shoulder, her grip tight and sure, as I admire her handiwork. She leans down to whisper into my ear.
“You’ll regret having anyone else ink you ever again.”
33
ARIA
Istare down at the clear patch covering my name across Rex’s fucking neck. It’s like vines, almost graffiti, with brilliant earthy colors. Greens and yellows and a little orange and teal mixed into the shading, making it seem more plantlike than lettering.
I think that was the point.
Golden curls fan over my mint green pillowcase as he lays beneath me, hands to my hips, a seductive grin on his gorgeous fucking face.
He’s between my legs as I straddle his hips, his cock buried deep inside me for the third time— maybe the fourth—since the girls left us alone.
