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“Peaches, I told you that once I had you, my heart belonged to you. Both you and Carter. And I belong to you. Forever and always, babe.”

“Peaches and Beast,” I manage to push out between sobs. See, I failed terribly in controlling my emotions.

“The little things, baby.” I chuckle at that. Luke always knows how to make me smile.

“Okay, now all that soppy shit is out of the way, am I doing this tattoo or not?” Dex asks, breaking our moment. Beast groans, resting his head on my shoulder, making me laugh. He mumbles something into my shoulder and I lean back, breaking the contact.

“What did you say?” I ask.

“Don’t make me do it? You’re going to make me have a stupid unicorn or some shit, aren’t you?” I laugh and step out of his embrace. I take a hold of his large hand and pull him towards Dex’s room. Dex follows us. I lead Beast to the chair and tell him to sit with a nod, keeping a sweet smile on my face. Luke pouts and huffs, but seats himself in the leather chair. The pout on his face is adorable and makes me laugh at him. He fake scowls at me.

“Laugh it up, babe. Karma is a bitch.” He winks at me.

“So, what are we doing, then?” my brother asks. I step closer to him and unlock my phone to show him. He smiles at me and then smirks at Luke.

“Fuck.” He slams his head back against the seat, and Dex and me burst out laughing. I sit and watch as Dex sets up the equipment he needs. I’ve seen him do this so many times now, and it still fascinates me. I could never tattoo someone. I love drawing, don't get me wrong, but permanently marking someone… Nope. Dex nods to me and I cup Beast’s jaw, making him lift his head so he can see me.

“You need to take your shirt off for me.” I smile sweetly. He frowns and looks towards Dex, who nods.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.” He grips the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, making the arm porn fantasy come to life. I lick my lips and keep my eyes on his body, remembering how amazing he felt in bed with me. My clit throbs between my thighs, and I have to clench to ease the desire. My eyes connect with Beast’s, and he smirks at me, knowing the effect he is having on me. He quirks a pierced eyebrow at me and the throb builds.

Oh, the little bugger, well, big bugger.

“Alright you two, no more eye-fucking. I have work to do. Luke, that’s my baby sister, man. Come on.”

“She may be your sister, but she’s my woman, and I will eye-fuck her whenever I damn well please, mate.” He winks at me and I groan. Dex is super protective of me, but he knows Luke cares for me, so he lets him get away with a lot. Plus, he trusts Luke with me and Carter.

“Yeah, you can shut your trap now, mate. I don't wanna hear anything relating to my sister in a sexual manner, fuck you very much.” I chuckle and so does Luke.

“Close your eyes, honey,” I say to Luke. He huffs again, and me and my brother share a knowing smile. I watch as Dex gets the pen out and freehand draws the small design onto Luke’s massive chest. I bite my lip to stop the groan that wants to escape when I see Beast tense up. He’s worried I’m having Dex put a stupid tattoo on him. I would never to that... or would I?

“Okay, that’s done. Let’s get to it.” Dex dips the tattoo machine in the black ink and gets to work. The design will take roughly ten to fifteen minutes. It isn't that big at all. But the meaning behind the tattoo is huge, and what Luke doesn't know is that I’m having a matching tattoo in the same place.

Chapter 16

Luke

“All done, man.” I feel Dex swipe the tissue paper across my chest, and I look down to see what poxy tattoo my girl picked out for me.

“NO!” Ivy yells, making me snap my gaze back to hers. Fucking hell, where did that volume come from? “Don’t look. Dex, cover it up. It looks amazing, Luke, believe me, babe.” She smiles at me. I do believe her. I also trust her with my life. But this shit has me worried.

“Luke, can you go and check on Ads for me, please?” Dex asks, while taping up the tissue paper over my new ink. I frown at him, so he explains. “She wasn’t feeling all too great earlier. Try and tell her to let me take her home. Plus, I want a chat with my sister.”

“Oooookay,” I say, and jump off the chair. I slide my t-shirt back on over my head and lean in to kiss Peaches on the lips. It was supposed to be a sweet kiss, but damn it if she doesn’t suck me in with her flavour. I breathe her in and savour her taste, until her dickhead of a big brother clears his throat.

“Today, fuckface,” he mutters, but a small smile appears on his face.

“I’m going. You can’t blame me for wanting a taste.” My dad always kisses my mum when he leaves or enters a room. It was what we always saw growing up, so, to us, it’s normal to show affection to those we love.

“Umm, yeah, I can. She’s my sister, man.” Dex shudders and I laugh.

“Yeah, but she isn’t mine.” I wink at Ivy and leave the room, closing the door behind me before walking to Addy’s room. She’s sitting at her desk, leaning forward with her head resting on her arms. I walk over to her and rub her back. She doesn’t flinch or move a muscle. Wow, she must be ill.

“Addy, sweets, you okay? Dex said you weren’t feeling too good.” She shakes her head back and forth but doesn’t look up to me. I see a full bottle of water next to her, but it’s unopened. I reach for the bottle and tap her back.

“Ads, you need to take in fluids if you’re ill. You also need to go home.” Her head shakes again and I chuckle. I tap her again, and this time she slowly lifts her head. I frown at the look on her face. She is pale as shit. Her eyes are red, like she’s been crying, but this is Addison-fucking-Cole; she doesn’t cry over shit. She pulls her fluffy cardigan around herself tighter and goes to stand, but loses her footing.

“Whoa, there. Stay in the seat, honey. I’m going to get Dex. He needs to take you home. Why the hell did he let you come in this morning knowing you were this ill?” I’m pissed at Dex for allowing this. She needs her bed and a shitload of sleep.

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