Page 16 of Green Lights and Obsession
“I can have this ready by tomorrow.” She looked down at the notepad. “Nevermind, thirty minutes. You got it.”
Jay nodded. “I’m grabbing coffee across the street. I’ll be back for it momentarily.”
“Of course.” Jen smiled. “I’m happy for you. We never see you with anyone. Whoever this girl is, I hope she knows how lucky she is.”
“Trust me, I’m the lucky one.” Jay turned and walked out the door.
He wasn’t surprised by her comment. The members of the club were used to not seeing him with anyone. He preferred to watch. The perk of having such an exclusive club was the discreteness all members carried inside and out of the club. They normally wouldn’t acknowledge one another out of the club unless necessary.
He wouldn’t have to worry about word spreading, not until he took Daisy to the club. He’d never purchased a leather collar for her. For anyone. Jay had once given her a dainty one, to blend in during the day. A gold chain with a simple pearl at the end. It fit the look she’d grown up with. He’d always planned to replace it later. This new one was something he’d always imagined on her. It was perfectly her.
CHAPTER NINE
DAISY
Having two men stare at her ass wasn’t something she was used to. Especially since she knew how much Jay didn’t like to share. In the past, she couldn’t imagine being with him and him allowing another man this close.
When he told her he had a better idea about the bite mark disappearing on her ass, this wasn’t exactly what she thought. She’d only texted it because she wanted to be both a little sweet and naughty. She loved his mark on her.
The reality sunk in when the buzz of the gun turned on. She’d given in too easily and felt guilty over it. What was she even doing? What was she allowing?
Jay kneeled down so she could see his face from where she was lying on her stomach on the bench. “Thank you.” His palm caressed her cheek before he stood up and stepped back to the side. She instantly relaxed more, breathing became easier. The idea of how happy it made him was addictive.
He watched the entire process as the ink sunk in under her skin. She could imagine his chest filled with pride as ink moved over the new mark he’d given her. It may have been a little primal, but there was something filling about it. Like he was trying to show her, even when they weren’t together, she was still his and always would be. She only hoped he didn't disappear again.
It didn’t hurt too bad, more of a tickle. She only had one other tattoo, a bouquet of daisies wrapped in a ribbon on her ankle. That one had hurt worse; it had been worth it too. She’d just turned eighteen and needed to rebel against her parents. It was the only thing she could think of at the time before deciding tattoos weren’t her thing. At least, not on her body. She appreciated the art on others, especially Jay.
They were covered most of the time because of the suits he wore. He’d had a few on his arm when she first met him. It had been a surprise to see the amount now on his body. It was like seeing him for the first time yesterday, his arms and chest covered in them. Someday soon, she was going to ask him what they all meant.
Her ass felt a little warm as it was cleaned and covered. She zoned out as the men spoke in hushed whispers. Now that she thought about it, the tattoo artist hadn’t said a single word to her. Jay told her of his plan then ordered her on the bench. She’d been too excited to think or ask questions.
“Daisy.” His voice was warm. “Thank you.”
She turned to look at him as she heard the door close softly. The two of them were left alone once again. He held his hand out to help her up, and she took it.
“I have one more surprise.” His eyes sparked with amusement.
Oh fuck. She couldn’t begin to imagine what was giving him that look. He’d already had his bite mark tattooed on her ass. What could he possibly have in store next?
He held out his hand and all she could do was stare at it. His eyes narrowed, so she crossed her arms. A sigh escaped his lips as he turned and walked over to the table near the window.
“At least, close your eyes,” he called out over his shoulder.
She didn’t.
He walked back over to her with a small black box in hand. Blue ribbon had been tied around it and into a pretty bow at the top. She arched a brow as he held it out.
“Open it.” He lifted it higher.
Her fingers moved to the bow, carefully unwrapping the ribbon from the box. She slowly lifted the lid and set it on the bench next to them. Under a few layers of carefully placed tissue was something she never expected to see.
It was like something pulled from a memory. Not even that, a once spoken about but never imagined memory. Centered in the box and lifted from the bottom, was a necklace. Not just any necklace though.
A collar.
Beautiful blue leather her fingers reached for. She lifted it from the box and saw the stars and moons. Rose gold attachments. It was beautiful. It was too much, too soon. She placed it back in the box.
“Let’s put it on.” He lifted it from the box, then discarded the packaging on the bench. His fingers moved to unhook it. “Turn around.”
