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“Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine. I’m actually going to have Roman give me a tattoo.” There is nothing but silence that greets me on the other end. “Forrest?”
“Do you know what you want?”
“Yes. It’s my own design. I’ve been working on it for over a year now.”
“You know I’ll do it for you.”
“I know, but my plan is to get ink from each of you.” That’s not really my plan, but the idea popped into my head, and I’m rolling with it, hoping that it will help ease my brother's bruised ego.
“Really? I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah, it’s something I think would be cool. A piece from each of you.”
“I was your first,” Forrest boasts proudly.
“Obviously.”
“Can I come and watch?”
Shit. “No. I want it to be a surprise. You know Rome will take good care of me. Right, Rome?”
He clears his throat. “Always.”
“Well, I can’t wait to see it. Is this a one-session deal?”
“Yeah,” Roman answers. “A few hours if she can stand it.”
“She did great when I worked on her. I think she can do it.”
“Thanks, Forty. Now, I gotta go. I’ve been dying to have this done, and it’s time to get to work. Well, for Rome to get to work.” I laugh.
Forrest chuckles. “All right. I’ll wait up for you. Call me before you leave so I know you’re on your way home.”
“Love you, big brother.”
“Love you too, kid.” I end the call and hand Roman my phone. “Ready?”
He nods. “I’m going to need you to slip off your shorts.”
My heart gallops in my chest. I knew that this was going to happen. Regardless of that knowledge, getting undressed with him when it’s just the two of us here shoots a thrill through me.
ChapterNine
Roman
Out of all the times I imagined getting Emerson out of her pants, this wasn’t on the list. I turn my head and begin setting up my machine and the ink, because I can’t watch her strip out of those tiny jean shorts she’s wearing.
Uncapping the bottle of ink, I notice there is a slight tremble in my hands. Fuck me, I wasn’t nervous when I did my first piece all those years ago, but the knowledge that I’m going to have my hands all over her soft skin, even if mine will be gloved, is wreaking havoc on me.
I should have said no. That would have been the right thing to do, but dammit, I just couldn’t do it. When she looks at me with those sparkling green eyes of hers, I don’t stand a chance at refusing her.
Basically, I’m fucked.
“What about my panties?” I hear her soft voice ask from behind me.
I swallow thickly. I’m going to have to turn around and verify the exact placement of where she wants this tattoo before I can answer that question. Squaring my shoulders, I turn to face her. My cock instantly perks up at the sight before me.
