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“Are you nervous?” Kelly asks me, hovering protectively by my side. I stare up at the shop, Beauty’s, and swallow.
“Sort of.” I don’t really know how to explain the swirling storm of emotions inside me, so I leave it at that, and thankfully Kelly doesn’t push me to give more. He just wordlessly slides his hand into mine and pulls me through the door.
Now that I’m not a nervous wreck worrying about what Aston has planned, I can appreciate the shop’s sleek and elegant decor. Rather than the traditional set up of walls covered in designs, the white paintwork is broken up by black-and-white close-up photographs of tattoos, which are framed and illuminated. They look beautiful.
There are black leather seats and tables with laptops on, which I guess is where customers can browse designs. It’s a much more modern set up, and I like it.
“It’s not too late to change your mind,” Kelly whispers in my ear, making me jump.
“I don’t want to. I’ve wanted this tattoo since the day Linc showed me his sketch. When I saw my design on his wall, I was devastated thinking he’d done it on someone else.” I glance at the closed door to his office and take a deep breath.
“You know it—”
“Yeah, I know it was CGI. I’m ready to have it done. I just wish—” I hesitate.
“Tell me.” Kelly squeezes my hand gently, so I take a deep breath and confess.
“Well, I know that before you were all only working on me because it was time sensitive and there’s no rush now…”
“But…” he prompts me when I stall.
“But I wish it was still going to be all three of you tattooing me. Not just Linc. Don’t get me wrong, I trust Linc implicitly. I just kind of hoped—”
“Beauty,” Kelly pulls me into his arms and tenderly tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “Did you really think we wouldn’t share?”
“I—”
“Of course we were always going to share. More so now than ever. We’re all with you, aren’t we?” I nod. “So why wouldn’t we share this too?”
The door to one of the tattooing rooms opens, and Linc and Mica both step out. They’re already topless, and my mouth waters at the sight of them. Suddenly, I’m less interested in getting tattooed, and a lot more interested in my tattooists.
Damn them for looking so irresistible when I’m going to be sore for a few days and unable to really enjoy the view. I guess it just goes to show that what’s developing between us is more than just physical though, because I’m actually perfectly content to spend time getting to know them. Well, biding my time, at least, until I can jump their bones without whimpering in pain.
“You ready?” Mica asks. I nod, surreptitiously checking the corner of my mouth for drool.
“You gonna behave yourself this time?” Linc asks with snark.
“No promises,” I tease, throwing him a flirty wink and checking him out. He’s got new ink since Miami, I realize. He’s running out of space.
“Good,” he retorts firmly. “My hand has missed tanning your ass.”
I gulp at his reply — because hell yes please — and follow them into the room, which is actually pretty cool this time. As in temperature, although it’s also the funkiest tattooing room I’ve ever been in. But it’s so damn cold. I shiver and rub the tops of my arms, not looking forward to freezing my ass off for the next few hours.
“You okay?” Kelly asks.
“It’s a bit chilly in here,” I say politely, while secretly meaning it’s bloody freezing! What the hell?!
“It’s a heated bed.”
“Huh?”
“When you’re lying on the bed, you’ll see, it’s toasty.” Wow, they really do think of everything. “Do you want us to wait outside while you get changed?” Kelly offers.
“Seems silly.” I shrug nonchalantly, even though my pulse picks up slightly. “You’ve all seen it all before.”
Three pairs of heated eyes turn and lock on me, and I suddenly wish I hadn’t said it. I feel like prime time entertainment as I slip off my Vans and shimmy out of my clothes. It’s not like I put on a show or anything, but they all stare at me, rapt. At the last second, I get nervous and turn my back to them so that they’re left looking at my canvas instead of my full-frontal nudity.
“Get—” Linc clears his throat. “Get on the couch then.”
