Get Inked: A Pucked Series and Clipped Wings Crossover Novella (Pucked #5.5)(30)
Of course, he doesn’t stay there long, because he’s a tease. He moves up until he can rest his chin on my pelvis—I’m only wearing panties and a camisole, so he has nearly full access to my currently unmarked skin. Using the purple paint, which tastes a lot like grape Kool-Aid, he draws a little smiley face on my hip.
“I really think when you retire from hockey, you should see if you can switch gears and apprentice with Hayden,” I tell him.
“So you can start a fan club?” Randy covers the purple smiley face with his mouth and sucks the paint off, following up with a little teeth. I know he’s kidding, though he’s aware of all the girls’ fascination with Hayden.
“Just imagine the fun places I’d be able to get tattoos if you were the one to put them on me.”
I can’t imagine we would ever finish one, to be honest.
He turns serious, even with his head between my legs. “You know you can have one wherever you want it.”
I smile and run my fingers through his hair. It’s getting long, which I love. “I know.”
“I don’t want your decision to be based on my insecurity.” He kisses below my navel.
While an inner thigh or a hip tattoo would definitely be sexy, I’m not interested in slowing our sex roll with new ink. Even if I waited for him to be on a series of away games, he’d still have to be gentle for at least a week. Sometimes Randy and I have slow, sweet sex. But that’s the exception, definitely not the rule.
Beyond that, I want the tattoo to be visible—not necessarily all the time, but at least during the summer months. “I still think my shoulder is the perfect location. That way it’s visible when I want it to be and easily covered when I don’t.”
Also, Randy likes to kiss me there, so now he’ll have an actual target. It’s a special, meaningful tattoo, tied to so many good memories.
“Wherever you get it, it’s gonna be sexy.” Randy pulls himself up higher, kissing his way across my stomach.
“Well, I doubt it’s going to be my last one, so there’s plenty of opportunity to find other places, isn’t there?”
“Fucking right.” Randy settles between my thighs.
I circle my arms around his neck. I toyed with putting the tattoo on my forearm, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that level of visibility quite yet. I need to ease my poor mother in to this, one pretty design at a time.
In the meantime, I get to experience the excitement that comes with planning out a new sleeve with Randy. As I run my hands up his arms, one marked, one waiting to be marked, I understand his love of body art in a way I never did before.
It’s about wearing a piece of your history, a part of what makes you who you are. And sometimes it’s about the people who come into your life, and embed themselves in your heart until you can’t imagine where you’d be without them.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
HELENA HUNTING
NYT and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She's writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.
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HELENA HUNTING
PUCKED SERIES
Pucked (Pucked #1)
Pucked Up (Pucked #2)
Pucked Over (Pucked #3)
Forever Pucked(Pucked#4)
Pucked Under (Pucked #5)
AREA 51: Deleted Scenes & Outtakes
THE CLIPPED WINGS SERIES
Cupcakes and Ink
Clipped Wings
Between the Cracks
Inked Armor
Cracks in the Armor
Fractures in Ink
STANDALONE NOVELS
The Librarian Principle
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THE SMELL OF ORGASMS
LILY
I prop my skate up on the bench to tighten the laces. After this session, my sexy, NHL-player boyfriend, Randy Ballistic, is picking me up for a weekend getaway with our friends. The cottage we’re going to belongs to one of Randy’s teammates, Alex Waters, who I’ve incidentally known my entire life since his younger sister, Sunny, is my best friend.
The off-season is about to come to an end, and training camp will start in less than two weeks. This last-hurrah weekend will be at Alex’s Chicago cottage, not the Ontario cottage where Randy and I first met. As much as I’d love to revisit that location, any kind of weekend away with Randy and my friends is welcome, and this cottage is much closer.
With Sunny being pregnant, I’m sure things will be different from the usual booze fest and overly late nights. Or maybe not—Alex’s wife, Violet, and her friend Charlene Hoar are going to be there. Those two can drink like fish, and they like to stay up all hours of the night. I’m sure there will be dirty Scrabble games and shenanigans, both of which I’m looking forward to.
I’m not used to having this much down time. Prior to moving to Chicago, I’d always worked more than one job, so only having one means a lot more freedom to pursue hobbies. Not that I worry too much about being idle; Randy keeps me busy when I’m not teaching skating lessons. I don’t have the opportunity to get bored—especially not since I moved in with him about four months ago and he enrolled me in beard riding classes.