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“Be glad, Kay,” I whisper.
“I am,” she whispers back and smiles at me.
I close my eyes as he moves the tattoo gun over my skin, the pain lulling me. Shane is right, it’s a good pain, and it reminds me I’m officially part of the Brotherhood now.
“I want you to ink me,” Kayla says inches from my face and blink. “You, Ocean.”
Her eyes are sparkling.
“Oh yeah?” The thought has my dick hardening, and I shift uncomfortable on the chair. “With that?”
“Something blue,” she says, brushes her mouth over mine and straightens, wandering back to the drawings.
Zane laughs. “That was awfully specific.”
“Wasn’t it?” She smirks. “No racing cars, though. And no parts of things. I want a whole drawing.”
“Demanding today, aren’t we?” I grumble as Zane keeps laughing and inking my back.
“You never really explained why you only draw parts of things,” she says.
“Because love was broken,” I whisper. “I was trying to put it back together and failing every single time. But I’d draw you, Kay. The whole of you. You put love back together. You put me back together so I could love you.”
The tattoo gun stops moving. It’s silent.
I open my eyes, confused as to what happened, and Kayla grabs my face and gives me a deep kiss, with tongue and teeth, that shoots sparks of pleasure down my spine and makes me moan.
“Well, well,” Zane drawls as he puts the gun back to my skin. “Didn’t know you were a fucking poet, Ocean Storm.”
I have no clue what he’s talking about, but Kayla is still smiling at me, her eyes hidden, so everything in the world seems fine to me.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kayla
“So Mom showed up at Allie’s place and took her away,” Wyatt is saying, holding on to the hand of a slender girl who looks painfully shy. “And told her that we don’t care what the neighbors say, if a guy beats us, we report him to the police and get the hell out of Dodge.”
“That what she said? Verbatim?” Ocean grins from where he’s opening a bottle of wine. We are at his apartment, and Wyatt is visiting with his girlfriend. She’s willowy and super pretty, with big dark eyes and long black hair. Plus she’s wearing a long beige dress and a crazy knitted necklace, and she even has a tattoo of a phoenix-like bird I’m dying to ask her about.
She’s polite, smiles a lot, and seems to worship my brother. All in all, what’s there not to like?
“No, man. But that’s the gist.” Wyatt grins back, and when Ocean turns his back, mouths at me, “Good choice!”
I snicker and bend to pet the two plants I’ve placed by the window of the living room. I brought them over from my apartment, and I hope they’ll survive the heat. Ocean named them Dom and Brian after the protagonists of The Fast and the Furious.
Big surprise.
“What?” Ocean carries the bottle and wine glasses to the dining table. “What did I miss?”
“Wyatt says you suck, and he’ll never approve of you and me together.”
“That right?”
Wyatt nods vigorously, his face a mask of innocence.
“Then we’ll have to elope,” Ocean says and grins at me before going back into the kitchenette where Raine is puttering about.
Wyatt’s girlfriend—Grace—excuses herself to the bathroom, and Wyatt pounces on me.
