Mack Daddy(38)

Oblivious to the thoughts circulating around in my head, she looked at me. “I’m tipsy. Maybe now would be a good time for me to go get that tattoo before I change my mind.”

I scratched my chin. “Are you sure you want to do it?”

“Yes.”

Nudging my head toward the street, I said, “Let’s go, then.”

A few blocks down, we came across a place that doubled as a tattoo shop and bar. It was aptly named, DrINK. Frankie had to put her name on a waitlist, which was just as well, since she still had no freaking clue what she was getting.

I went and got us a couple of drinks while she looked through a catalog of designs. When I returned with two Long Island Iced Teas, she still seemed unsure of which tattoo to choose.

She handed me the book. “You pick one for me. Surprise me.”

“Are you serious? You trust me enough to let me do that? What if I pick something you hate, and you’re stuck with it for the rest of your life?”

“You won’t.”

“What if I decide that you should have a big hairy ass on your back? How can you be so sure I wouldn’t do that?”

She sipped her drink and smiled from behind the straw. “Because in all of the time I’ve known you, you’ve never said or done anything intentionally hurtful to me. I don’t think you would randomly start tonight. You come across as a tough guy at first, but, in reality, you’re very considerate and protective. You care about my happiness. And I think you know branding me with a hairy ass would not make me happy.”

“You’re no fun,” I teased.

“Pick something I can be proud of, Morrison.”

I came across a section on meaningful tattoos; one of the tats resonated with me. I decided that was the one because its supposed significance reminded me of her. And I was pretty sure she was going to love it. Not only because it couldn’t have been further from a hairy ass but because it was really beautiful.

Like she was.

There was no denying how I felt anymore.

A heavily inked dude dressed in all black led us into a back room that smelled of incense. Frankie maintained that she wanted to be surprised, so I discreetly showed the tattoo artist the design I had selected from the book. She looked at me curiously and smiled.

My breath caught for a moment when she began to undo her jeans in order to lower them slightly off her hips. I felt my dick stiffen. One look at her creamy skin and the slope of her back that lead down to her taut little ass was all it took.

Lying flat on her stomach, Frankie cringed as the needle began to dig into her. Her skin was like porcelain. I couldn’t even recall ever seeing her lower back bare before. If her pants had been a half-inch lower, her ass would have been showing. It was really easy to imagine what it looked like naked.

The tattoo artist rested the hand he wasn’t using on her hip. I was getting palpitations. Flexing my fingers, I squelched the urge to knock his hand off of her body. What the f*ck was wrong with me? I was getting jealous that he was touching her; he was only doing his job. My reaction to this was really telling.

Well over an hour later, he finally finished. “All set. Wanna take a look?”

She looked over at me and smiled. “I want to keep it a surprise. I like the mystery.”

Tattoo Dude laughed. “I can’t say this has ever happened before.”

I chuckled. “Only her.”

The man placed a clear bandage over the area before Frankie hopped off the table.

“What about you, Mack? Are you gonna let me pick one for you, too?”

“I’ll take a rain check on that. You’re a little too tipsy right now to be making smart decisions. I don’t want to end up with a hairy bush on me.”

She turned to the artist. “He wouldn’t get one anyway. He doesn’t want to ruin his gorgeous body and that flawless skin.”

Frankie was totally buzzed and loose with her words. I knew she was attracted to me, but she never really said stuff like that. Her talking about my body wasn’t exactly helping my predicament.

The two of us left the tattoo place a tad drunker than when we’d walked in. After wandering the streets of Copley Square for a while, we’d made our way toward the clubs on Lansdowne Street by nightfall.

We decided on Club Punk, and it was there that the mood of the night took a turn into territory I’d never ventured into with her before. That was due mainly to the fact that we continued to get inebriated. While Frankie and I would occasionally drink together, we had never gotten drunk until that night. I should’ve limited her alcohol, but honestly, we were having a damn good time. It seemed like a fitting end to a hectic semester. And more than that, it kept me from stressing over leaving the next day.

Even though Frankie stood out with her purple glasses, she looked sexier than I’d ever seen her. She had on a black halter-top and no bra, which easily displayed the exact silhouette of her pear-shaped breasts. Her nipples were peeking through the fabric. That also meant my eyes were wandering in their direction all night.

On our way to the club, she’d stopped in the drug store and bought some body glitter that she’d rubbed all over her chest and arms. Under the lights, you could really see it shine.

“You’re sparkling.”

“That was the point. I’m trying to stand out.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only chick here with purple glasses. Believe me, Frankie. You stand out.”