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Grinning, the other Dom lifted an eyebrow. “When your Dom is this guy,” he told her, patting Zeke’ shoulder, “I don’t think you have to worry about his masculinity. Skip the next two designs if flowers aren’t gonna do it for you.”
She did, plus several more that didn’t quite hit her approval button. Glances at Zeke confirmed her thoughts on each one.
The next swipe of her finger made her breath catch. Lip trembling, she studied the work of art she didn’t know she needed, but wanted with everything in her heart.
A green field, fading unevenly at the edges, bisected by a sandy path leading toward a rainbow, and the golden gates beneath the colorful arch. Footprints dotted along the trail, growing fainter the closer they got to the gates.
All nineteen names and dates were scribed into the path.
She turned her face to Zeke, his face blurring behind tears, and he gave her a smile that proved to her she’d fallen for the right man.
“That’sthe one,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “Stunning, Loki.”
“Thanks. Myna gave me the idea for this one. My only concern with this is the amount of time it’s going to take in the chair. It’s a detailed piece, and it’s your first tattoo.” Loki gave her a thoughtful frown. “I can schedule several sittings, do it section by section as long as your tolerance holds out.”
Chewing on her bottom lip, Olivia shook her head. “I can handle it.”
The men exchanged glances; Zeke lifted his shoulder in a shrug.
“All right. Give me twenty minutes to reconfigure the design for you both and you can approve it before we begin. Any preference as to which names you’d like, Olivia?”
She supposed it didn’t matter, not really. The girls were dead and gone, no longer capable of caring about mortal dilemmas. They’d be remembered, inked into skin, and that had to be enough. “No.”
Retrieving the tablet from her, Loki winked and walked back over to the receptionist desk, talking to the woman behind it.
She was a bit of an eye-opener, Olivia thought. Neon-pink hair, eyes the same color, a whole host of tattoos and piercings in the strangest places. She’d introduced herself as Ginny, the shop manager, and smiled as though Olivia and Zeke were the most important people to ever grace the establishment, which was kind of cool.
Across the room, a guy with a sleepy expression bent over another man who rested on his side, working on the thick, exposed thigh. His hands were steady as he guided the tattoo gun over skin, humming along to the music pounding from the speakers in the corners of the room.
She approved of Loki’s place. Yellow walls made the space feel warm and almost homey when combined with the leather couches, a few soft furnishings—obviously a feminine touch in play there—and the selection of hand-drawn designs framed on the walls.
“Have you decided where you want it?” Zeke asked quietly, yanking her wandering thoughts back to him. His smile flashed when she jolted. “Nervous, angel?”
A little, not that she’d admit it. The buzz of the gun sounded more threatening than she anticipated, although the man stretched out on the table seemed unperturbed. Judging by his existing ink, it wasn’t his first rodeo, so how bad could it be if people came back time and time again?
“Y’know, seein’ you in this chair gives me the urge to strap you down in the medical exam room at Avalon,” Zeke told her, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Mmmn, yes, I do believe you’d look delightful with these pretty feet in stirrups, that perfect pussy on display.”
The noise she made was how she imagined a squashed guinea pig sounded.
Chuckling, her Dom slid his big hand into her hair, fisting it gently as he tipped her head back. “I love the noises you make, Livvy. Hell, I just love you.”
There it was—the warmth spreading through her whenever he said those magic words. Words she never thought she’d hear from him. He was the one thing she wanted, the one person she couldn’t live without, and through some unexpected miracle, he was all hers.
“Marry me, Zeke.”
Surprise flared in his gaze before the green darkened with arousal.
Olivia swallowed hard, just as surprised by her proposal, yet unwilling to take it back. Everything she had, everything she was, belonged to him. He didn’t demand she give it all, which made it so much easier for her to hold it out in offering.
Releasing her, Zeke stepped back, his thumb rubbing back and forth over his mouth, barely concealing his smirk. “You mean that, angel?”
“Yes. I love you, Zeke. I think you were always meant to be mine.” Nerves edged into her voice, so she cleared her throat quietly. “I know I’m supposed to be yours.”
Agreement lit his face. “I ain’t got any doubts about that, Livvy. None at all. You sure you want to be saddled with an old man for the foreseeable future?”
Olivia scowled, displeased with the way he phrased the question. “Just because you’re older doesn’t mean you’ll die first,” she told him with a bite in her tone. “I could—”
“Donotfinish that sentence,” he growled, his expression darkening so fast, her breath caught in her throat. “My girl is gonna live forever, you hear me? Don’t care what strings I gotta pull, you ain’t dyin’. Ever.”
