Get Inked: A Pucked Series and Clipped Wings Crossover Novella (Pucked #5.5)(29)
I remember when Hayden put the cupcake on me. Beyond the intimacy, it was a huge rush. I’d never really counted the heart tattoo, so the cupcake felt more like a first. “I think you should design another tattoo for me.”
“Do you now?”
“Mmm-hmm. It’s been a while since I’ve been in your chair. I miss that feeling.”
“You tell me what you want, and I’ll draw it.” Hayden’s arms come around me and he looks up, his smile holding the same excitement as mine.
“I have some doodles at home.”
Hayden stands. “Well, we should go there so I can check them. Then we can get you naked and decide where we want to put it.”
“Best idea ever.”
Chapter 11
Paint by Number
LILY
“This is so pretty. Isn’t this pretty?” Sunny says for the fifth time on the ride home.
“It really is,” Miller nods his agreement again.
“Can I have a look?” Lance asks when we’re stopped at a red light.
I pass the photocopied sheet to the front for him to see.
He doesn’t look at it long before he passes it back. “Nice.”
I stare at it for a little while longer, still unsure which one I like the best. I wish Randy would state an opinion to help.
“So, the black skate is Balls here?” Lance thumbs over at Randy, who’s sitting in the front seat beside him since he’s not allowed to sit beside me. Again. It’s smart. He’s liable to get handsy, even if he says he won’t.
“Uh-huh.”
“Remember when that chick tattooed your name on her boob? Oh! Or the one who got your face, but it looked more like Jesus? Or that guy in that biker show?” Lance asks.
“Uh, yeah, that’s not really a great comparison to Lily’s tattoo.” Randy shifts around uncomfortably.
“Right. Yeah.” Lance must realize his mistake, because he doesn’t say anything else.
He drops Sunny and Miller off first, because they live the closest, and then he drops Randy and me at our place.
As we get out, he checks his phone, rolls his eyes, and tosses it on the passenger seat beside him.
Randy eyes the device and then Lance. “You wanna come in and hang out for a bit?”
“Nah. I got some stuff to take care of this afternoon.”
“We’ll be around, if you change your mind,” I say.
“Thanks.” He smiles, but he looks sad as he waves and pulls away from the curb.
I slip an arm around Randy’s waist. “I wish I had a friend to set him up with.”
“That’s a nice gesture, but probably not the best idea.”
“Why not? Everyone deserves someone.”
“Yeah, he’s not really a one-someone kinda guy.”
“He still seems pretty hung up on Tash for a guy who’s not a one-someone kinda guy?” She was their old trainer.
“That situation was messy. It still is.” Randy laces his fingers through mine.
“Our relationship was kind of messy when we first started hooking up.”
We began as a casual fling, but clearly it didn’t stay that way since I live with him now.
Randy regards me thoughtfully; then an evil grin spreads across his face. “You mean messy as in messing up the sheets? Or maybe you mean all the beard conditioning I had to do every time we hooked up?”
My mouth drops open, and I try to yank my hand away, intent on tweaking his nipple, but he’s wise, and a lot stronger than I am, so it doesn’t work. He laughs and half-drags me up the front steps.
“You know I’m just playing, right?” He pulls me to him. I give him my cheek, so he kisses his way up my neck. “Well, not about the beard-conditioning part.”
“You’re winning no prizes with this.”
“What if I tell you I want to condition my beard right now?”
“I’m all for public displays of affection, but I’m pretty sure we could get arrested for that, even if we’re on our own front porch.”
Randy fumbles with the keypad, punching in the code while he bites along my shoulder, his beard tickling me.
We manage to get inside the front door. I’m smart enough to set the envelope with the tattoo designs on the side table in the front hall before he gets me totally naked and makes good on his beard-conditioning promise.
*
It took me three days to decide on my favorite design. Randy never did voice any kind of opinion on it, but I saw him staring at the designs just as much as I was. Once I chose—I went for the biggest one with the most detail—we stopped by to see Hayden, and he sent me home with transfers. I’ve been wearing them all over my body for the past few days to help make a final decision on the location.
In this case, despite Randy’s insistence that I be the one to make the choice, he’s willing to help with the process. Using body paint.
“I thought you said this was out,” I murmur as he nudges my knees apart and dips his finger into the pink body paint. He draws a little heart high up on the inside of my thigh.
“I’m just making sure I don’t want it here.” Randy is not an artist by any stretch of the imagination. He is, however, very good at cleaning flavored paint off my body with his tongue. He’s also very thorough. My preferred licking locations are obviously those close to the Vagina Emporium, which is right where he is now.