Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Anytime you need me, Foxy, you have me. You don’t ever have to ask.” I pull her in closer, kiss the top of her head, and realize there’s a lot to Veronica Navarro I still have left to figure out.
“Veronica and Jude?” Our names being called breaks the moment.
“Come on, it’s time to get you tatted up,” I say as we make our way to the back where the artists are set up.
“Hey,” Toula greets us with her tablet in her hand. When we made our appointments yesterday, a deposit was required, as well as what we wanted permanently inked into our skin. Ronnie went first, and once she had everything settled, she went to the restroom, allowing me to do my thing.
“Hi,” Ronnie says.
“Hey,” I follow.
“Okay, who’s going first?” Toula looks from me to Ronnie.
“That would be me.” Ronnie untangles her hand from mine and steps closer to our artist.
“Perfect. I have your tattoo sketched out. If you want to take a look and make any changes? If you don’t, that’s cool, too.” As Ronnie looks it over, her tongue slides out, painting her lips as she zooms in and out at the flowers Toula added to the moon phase Ronnie asked for.
“Wow, the detail is amazing. I don’t see any changes that need to be made.”
“Alright, hop on the table. Same place?” The two of them chat back and forth for a few more minutes. I get comfortable in a chair sitting in the corner of Toula’s station. My eyes roam the place, taking in the set up they’ve got here this year. Every year, they bring in artists from around the nation, the best of the best, and it’s no different this time around, not that I expected anything else.
“Lift your shirt up, and I’ll place this where you want it.” A few minutes later, Toula is placing the thermal transfer paper on Ronnie’s outer rib cage. While I may have stripped in front of her to put shorts on, she did one better, walking out of the bathroom in a graphic tee that looked like it’d been washed one too many times, sleeves cut off, and a pair of jean shorts. It wasn’t the clothes on her body. It was what she wasn’t wearing, and I only noticed it when she lifted her arms above her head to put her hair up.
Now, I’m forced to watch Ronnie slide out of her top. The underside of her breast appears in my view, and I have to control the hunger building inside me. As soon as they’re good with the location, things get started.
“Jude, your hand, please.” Ronnie is stretched out on the table, one arm raised above her head, the fabric pulling at her tits, and with the air conditioning on or, fuck, maybe it’s me, I can see her budded tips tighten. I move closer, holding her hand, and her eyes close as the sound of the tattoo gun comes to life.
“I’ll do a test line. Let me know if you need to take a break, alright?” I lose Ronnie’s eyes for a moment when she turns her head to look at Toula.
“Okay. I’m not going to look once you start,” Ronnie says with laughter.
“Not a problem.” Toula gets started, and I’m watching every nuance of Ronnie’s face.
“Remind me to get her card. I love Zane, but with him being my brother, he tries to be opinionated a bit too much. Plus, it’ll piss him off to know I’m not staying within his shop.” Ronnie bites her lower lip, her ocean-blue eyes falling slightly closed. I’m pretty sure I know exactly what the tattoo is doing to her insides. My hand itches to slide between her legs to feel how wet she is, and my mouth, fuck, I’d wrap my lips around her nipples again and suck on them until she soaks my fingers.
“You’re trying to get me in trouble, in more ways than one.” I sit back, discreetly adjusting my dick, and Ronnie more than notices. Her eyes become hooded with desire. Sitting through these sessions without feeling her hands or mouth on me is going to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
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“I can’t believe you tattooed a fox on you.” After I sat through Ronnie getting her ink, she repaid the favor, holding my hand even though I enjoyed the stinging sensation. We’re no sooner through the door of the van than she’s got her hands sliding up my chest. We’re both keyed up, me with my dick hard as fuck and Foxy with her nipples outlined in the tee she’s wearing. I hold steady, keeping my hands at my side, waiting to see what she will do, silently begging her to take things further.
“Worth it.” The tip of her finger traces around the fresh ink, the saniderm Toula put on our ink protecting it from the elements at the show later today. It still does fuck all to dull the effect of Ronnie touching my skin.