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“Unanimous vote, babe. You’re mine now.”
She threw herself into my arms, and pressed her face into my neck, taking a deep breath. I recognised the behaviour, because she always seemed to think my scent calmed her.
“Is this okay?” I murmured the words into her hair, and she nodded vigorously.
“God yes. Please, I want to be yours.”
Reacher called out for quiet in the room, and declared the ‘old lady ceremony’ as underway, because he wasn’t one for big speeches, and what else did we need?
I guided Lissa to the chair Has-Been was waiting beside.
“Where you having the tat, babe?”
“What will be tattooed on me?”
Has sniggered, and I flipped him off. “It’ll say you’re my property, Lissa. Mine.”
She raised her eyebrows. “And yours?”
“It’ll declare you as my old lady.”
“But not my property?”
Has burst out laughing, and Ryder punched his shoulder.
“Wait ‘til it’s your turn, wise-ass.”
“No, little vixen, but you know I am, so will you sit in the fucking chair so we can get this in progress?”
She sat down, and started unbuttoning the prissy blouse she’d put on with her skirt. She’d dressed smart for her chat with Reacher, like she was working in her therapist capacity. It was hot as fuck, the whole prissy thing, and yet I couldn’t wait to tear those clothes off and fuck her, until I overwrote every fucking eye touching her right now.
“Has… you touch her anywhere you don’t need to for the ink, and I’ll ram that tattoo gun up your favourite hole, and tattoo you in a way you’ll never forget.”
“Whatever, dickhead. So, love, where am I sticking it?”
She’d undone more buttons than I’d expected, and she lowered the cup of her bra.
“Here.”
Lissa
“Whatthefuck!”Icehad just sat down, and he was back up already, reaching down to cover me up again with my blouse.
“Ice, I can’t have it anywhere visible when I’m working, but I want it where I can see it.”
“He’s not touching your fucking tit, and these bastards aren’t all spending the next hour or two staring at it!” He was so cute when he acted possessive.
“Fine, then how about here?” I placed a hand on my upper thigh, and watched a torrent of emotions play out on Ice’s face before he finally offered me a single jerk of a nod.
“Fine.” His teeth practically chewed the word up on the way out.
Tori stepped forward, and grabbed my arm.
“Let’s go find something to wear that won’t flash your underwear at everyone, while Ice sits there having some kind of shit-fit.”
In the end, in her room, she found a pair of leggings for me and together we cut a large piece out of the thigh, to offer Has-Been a body canvas to work on, while hiding all of the parts of me that I didn’t want to show off, any more than Ice did.
“Thank fuck for that.” Ice was up and striding to me from his chair, while the biker who’d started his tattoo looked thoroughly pissed off.
