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I grin. “It’s my girl's birthday star.”
“Isn’t that like her birth sign, what month is she?”
“October. She’s a Scorpio which I guess explains the sting in her tail... But that’s a zodiac sign, it’s too general. This is the constellation that was orbiting at the time of her birth, or whose light left it around that same time, that’s what this website says anyway.”
He looks over my shoulder at the screen. “You wanna be sure about that. I think a scorpion would look cool.”
“Good job I’m not payin’ you to think of ideas, bro.”
“I’m already thinkin’ of ways to bleach my brain.”
I grin. She’s gonna think I’m nuts, but I never said I was completely sane. This may not make her mine, but there’s only one girl I want and I’m gonna show her what she means to me. By tattooing my dick. For her.
If she doesn't appreciate it, I have a pretty looking constellation there for the rest of time. If I can withstand a reverse deep shaft Prince Albert through my dick, I can survive this.
At least, I hope so.
Needless to say it hurt like fuck.
Bronco was a good sport about it, even if he never stopped complaining. He vowed to take it to the grave, though, I know once he gets a few drinks down him, I’ll be the laughingstock of the MC. I don’t care. They can all eat shit.
I’ve never given a shit what others think of me. I couldn’t care less.
And it looks pretty as fuck. I got Bronco to tattoo right down the end near the base, that way I can still use it halfway, rather than waiting for the damn thing to heal for two weeks. No way am I gonna go without sex with Star for that long.
I iced it up for a little bit, now I’ve just got the usual healing cream and I’ve got to keep it clean and dry for at least five days. It stings, but goddamn was it worth it.
Still, I’d still like to have her name tattooed all the way down, but maybe I’ll see if she likes this one first.
I look down at my phone, waiting for a reply from my girl.
Me:
Morning beautiful. You at home or the office?
Every second that passes by makes me even more agitated.
I came back home and threw some stuff in a duffel bag. Just in case. If Star has already left New Orleans, I’m gonna be so pissed.
“You okay, honey?” Mom asks as I look up from my phone. “You look a little pale.”
Obviously, I’m not gonna tell my mom what I’ve been doing over at Bronco’s. I’d rather keep the fact he touched my dick to myself for as long as possible.
I wiggle the coffee mug in the air. “I’m fine, Mom. Just didn’t sleep well. You want the usual?”
She yawns. “That’d be great. Say, whatever happened to that girl you were manhandling at the wedding a few weeks back?”
“Manhandling? The woman has a death wish.” I turn my back to make Mom’s coffee. It’s not like I’m gonna tell her I just got the constellation of my girl's birthday tattooed on my dick. Maybe the tattoo isn’t exactly a good topic to start the day off with, or any time, but especially not with my mother.
“I don’t know, she might be good for you. Keep you in line.”
I look up from the coffee machine. “Keepin’ me in line isn’t exactly what a man looks for in a relationship.”
“How would you know? Your longest girlfriend was two weeks.”
“Three,” I correct. “And she wasn’t exactly the kind of girl I’d bring home to meet you.”
“Maybe you should stop hooking up with random women and think about settling down, Ash. I mean, I’m not telling you how to live your life.”
