Page 132 of Bronco

“Fuckin’ you is a full-time job.”

She slaps my ass. “Funny.”

I kiss her forehead. “Just so we’re clear, I’m yours, too.”

“Didn’t doubt it for a second.”

“Good.” I pull out, then roll onto my back, bringing her with me.

“Bronco?” she whispers after a few moments as we try to catch our breaths.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I want you to tattoo me.”

I turn my head to look at her as she gazes up at me. “Okay.”

“I need this thing gone. I’m ready.”

I kiss the top of her head. “We can look at some designs. You have anything in mind?”

“Maybe a bird, or something to symbolize freedom.”

“Whatever you want. I promise it’ll look so fuckin’ amazin’ you won’t even remember the old one.”

“There’s also something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“Anything.”

She tries to keep a straight face. “Did you really tattoo Nevada’s dick?”

I burst out with laughter, then Amber presses a hand over my mouth. “Fuck, babe, do you really have to remind me of that while we’re in bed.”

“So it is true.”

“Haven’t you heard about client confidentiality?”

“Right, but this is Nevada. Please tell me he paid you.”

“It felt weird takin’ money after havin’ to do…that.”

She giggles. “That would’ve hurt.”

“My emotional scars are worse, trust me. But I owed him. He’s fuckin’ nuts, by the way. Who tattoos a constellation on their dick?”

She snuggles farther into the crook of my neck. “You’re clearly very talented.”

“I am, and I’m gonna fuck you on my inking table.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, you’ll be sayin’ more than ‘oh’ when I’m done with you.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” She presses a hand to my heart. “It feels like we’ve turned a corner.”

“It’ll be better from now on, I promise. And maybe we can go on a proper date.”

“We haven’t done book club for a while.”

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