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Mumbling under my breath, I make my way into the office and slam the door behind me as their laughter fills the studio. Working with friends and family? Zero out of ten—I don’t recommend.
For the rest of the afternoon, I keep myself locked away, working through the books.
Before Kai and I went into this, I was overconfident, convinced it would be a piece of piss. We’d get to tattoo all day every day, have a laugh with our mates, and spend our evenings drinking beer in the pub before starting all over again the next day.
How naive I was.
I can safely say I’m lucky. Not many people get to take a whole month off work without worrying about their income, but fuck me, if there isn’t a lot behind the scenes that goes into running a business.
By the time I get home and pack up the last of my shit for the next month, I’m bone-tired, and my muscles ache from sitting hunched over a desk for hours.
I reel off a text to Kai, telling him I’ll be with him in about an hour, and make my way into the bathroom. I kick my black jeans off and peel the studio hoodie and my plain back T-shirt over my head before flipping the shower on.
Steam billows in the large walk-in shower, and I step under the stream, sighing happily as the scalding water begins to work at the tightness in my shoulders.
I grab the loofah and load it up with shower gel, then work circles over my skin to remove the excess ink, grime, and dirt.
When I reach my hips, I hiss out a breath as the material scratches over my semihard dick. It twitches the moment it receives a tiny bit of friction.
Fucking Ry.
From the moment Kai mentioned her name, filling my head with images of the last Christmas she came to the cottage, I’ve been unable to keep myself cool.
The loofah drops from my hand, splashing against the tiles as I fist my length and give it a harsh tug as flashes of chocolate-brown hair wrapped into a bun at the top of her head—secured with one of the pencils I use to draw up new designs—flood me. Ry on her knees as she swallows my dick, taking me down her throat like a fucking pro…
As if it isn’t bad enough that for two years, I’ve been unable to rid myself of the reminder—not that I’ve tried all that hard—but knowing she’s placed me firmly back into her “only friends” category makes the whole thing fucking harder. Then again, what guy can turn down the challenge when it means winding up with the girl of their dreams?
The Darkness blares through the car as I gear down, then leave the engine to idle as I reach the end of the familiar drive.
Kai whistles as he hops out of the car and gazes over the land. “I thought you said you guys rented a cottage. This place is a miniature mansion, at least.”
“Yeah, that word is used lightly. Mr. Dorsett likes to surprise new guests, I think.”
“And he’s selling up?”
“Seems to be.” I shrug, then pull the keys from the ignition and push my door open. Rain falls heavily, sinking into the grassy land, and I tug my hood up, covering my short, dark hair before I get soaked. “Too much for him to handle at his age.”
“Damn. I’ll bet he makes a killing from that sale.”
“He’s shifting it for pretty cheap, from what my dad said. Couple hundred grand.”
“Really?” Kai asks, his eyes widening as he focuses his attention on the cottage. “A place like this could easily get a mill.”
“At least.”
“I don’t think I’d ever give this up if I owned it.”
“You’re telling me,” I utter. “We’ve been coming here since I was a baby; I can’t imagine not being here next year. We’ve got thirty years of memories in that building. It’ll be weird to say goodbye to it.”
“Are you not tempted?”
“What, to buy this place?” Kai nods, his gaze curious as he searches my features. “Nah. What would I do with a place like this?” I laugh as I grab my holdall and sling it over my shoulder.
Truthfully, I’ve more than considered it, but I’m not remotely ready for anyone to know I’ve been talking to Mr. Dorsett. There are a few other things I need to get sorted before I commit to buying this place, one of which is just on the other side of that old wooden door.
“About time you two got here,” Eli says, the moment we step into the cottage.
I drop my bag on the floor and clap his shoulder with my palm as he hands me an uncapped Budweiser. “Did you miss me, big brother?”
