Get Inked: A Pucked Series and Clipped Wings Crossover Novella (Pucked #5.5)(22)

“Lily’s getting a tattoo?” Lily’s always been pretty straight-laced and not the type I’d imagine would be interested in body art—but clearly I’m wrong, or dating Ballistic has changed that.

Randy smiles. “She sure is. I’m rubbing off on her.”

The way his eyes light up tells me he means this literally and figuratively. Lily’s my little sister’s long-time best friend, and therefore like a surrogate sister. She spent a lot of time at my house as a kid, being a pest, so now she’s family. It took a while for me to be okay with her dating Ballistic.

Not that he’s a bad guy or anything. He’s not. It’s more that those two are probably the horniest pair on the face of the Earth, and we all have to bear witness to their constant mauling. It’s a little weird for me. Not that Violet and I are any better—especially with how exuberant she can be.

Later this summer we’re planning a trip to the Chicago cottage, and I’m really hoping those two can rein in their f*ckitude, as Violet calls it. I’m also hoping Violet can manage to tone down her enthusiasm just a little.

“Who’s putting the ink on her?” Lance asks.

“Hayden’s designing it.”

“Where’s she want it to go?” Miller asks.

Randy shrugs and checks his phone when it vibrates. “We’re gonna talk about it when we go in to look at the sketches. I’m kinda partial to her hip, but I think Lily might want it in a more visible spot, so we’ll see.”

“Hip tattoos are sexy on the ladies,” Lance says, then frowns. “But doesn’t that mean the artist will be all up in your girl’s shit?”

“Huh?” Randy’s still focused on his phone, which isn’t unusual. He’s often checking messages from Lily.

Lance points to his crotch. “He’ll have his hands near her *, aye?”

“He’ll be putting a tattoo on, not trying to finger-bang her,” Randy snaps, but he starts stroking his beard, which means he’s considering what Lance has accurately pointed out. “Besides, I’ll be there with her the entire time.”

“To supervise?” Lance needles.

“If you want to take this outside, let me know.”

Lance grins. “Don’t get yer panties in a twist, Balls. I’m just stating the obvious.”

“Hayden’s a professional. And she’s not getting it until after the summer is over, so we’ve got lots of time to compromise on a location.”

“We all carpooling? I can pick you up on the way.” I nod to Darren, who’s been relatively quiet. There’s a ballgame on, though, and Darren likes to watch any sport, not just hockey.

“That works for me, but Charlene wants to come with.”

“Is she thinking about getting ink?” Randy asks.

Darren shrugs. “Not that I’m aware. She’s more of a steel girl.”

“She’s got a belly ring, right?” Randy asks.

“Sunny says she has her nipples pierced.” Miller rubs his chest. “I get the belly ring, but I can’t imagine it feels all that good when someone jabs a needle through your boob.”

“According to Charlene, it’s worth the pain, and it’s sexy as f*ck,” Darren says quietly.

“So if she’s already got her nipples and her belly done, what’s left?” Miller asks.

Darren’s grin isn’t one I’ve seen before. “There are other, equally rewarding locations for steel.”

Lance slaps the table. “Fuck, man! There was this bunny two seasons ago, before I was traded to Chicago, who had everything pierced, and I mean everything. It was insane. She was a little freaky. Wanted her friend to stick her whole arm up there.”

“Sometimes I’m honestly baffled that you’re ordained and able to marry people, when this is the stuff that comes out of your mouth. Is Water’s and Violet’s wedding even legit?” Randy asks.

Lance rolls his beer between his palms and stares at his glass. “Just ’cause I’ve f*cked a lot doesn’t make it any less legit.”

“Vi and I appreciate you doing that for us. The ceremony I mean, not the f*cking.” I clap him on the shoulder, and he flinches like I’ve surprised him. “Violet said she wants to come, too, so maybe Darren and I can carpool with the girls and meet you guys there?”

“Lily’s coming along, since we’re looking at her art at the same time.”

“Sunny also wants to come,” Miller says.

“I thought this was gonna be a team thing,” Lance grumbles.

“Just pick up a bunny, and you can bring her along for the ride. Maybe she’ll get your name tattooed on her boob,” Miller says.

Randy gives him the eye. “Don’t even joke. There are plenty of girls who’ve done that.”

“Remember that chick who showed up at one of my parties with your number front and center on her *?” Lance asks.

“I’m pretty sure that was coincidental,” Randy mutters.

His number is sixty-nine, so it’s not a stretch.

“I’m just sayin’. Anyway, doesn’t anyone find it kinda weird that all the girls want to come to a tattoo shop, and Lily’s the only one looking to get a tattoo?”