Tagged Steel (Men of Steel #6) - MJ Fields Page 0,7
all good, though; the view is amazing. She’s a perfect canvas. Her ass is in my face so when I’m not working on her, I’m sizing her up. It’s round, hard, flawless skin, and each cheek is a perfect handful.
“You want me to change things up? Leave out some detail?”
“Fuck no,” she groans. “I’d never come back.”
I chuckle, almost done. “Good, because I wouldn’t have anyway.”
“I can’t believe people do this all the time.”
“It can be addicting.”
“Says who?” She cringes when I turn my machine back on.
“Millions of people.”
“I’m aware. But at this moment …” She pauses when I begin again. “Fuck me.”
“We’ll never get to that if you don’t lie still.”
She looks back at me, smiling and blushing. “You better be good at what you do.”
“Sweets”—I wink—“I don’t do anything half-assed.”
She props herself up on her elbows and arches her back so I have to stop.
I place my palm between her shoulder blades. “Almost there.”
“That’s what you said like …” She pauses to think.
I fill in the blank, “Two minutes ago.”
“I better get a sticker or a sucker when this is over. A treat.” She lies down and looks back at me. “Finish me off.”
“I plan on it.”
She lowers her head so her dark chocolate tresses fall in her face, but I see her smirk, her nose crinkling, and her nibbling on her lower lip.
She is … me. That’s all I have to ink to finish the art.
“Three words, and then we’ll see what you’ve got.”
Five
The Last D
Bella
Three and a half hours ago, I stood outside of Body Art NYC with my three roommates on the eve of our graduation.
“We’re really going to do this?” Alice, who looks like a human version of Alice in Wonderland asked, giving them time to contemplate what they had less time to ponder than me. I’d already decided.
I’d be getting my first and maybe last tattoo.
“Fuck yes, we are,” Lily said through a hiccup.
We had just left a private rooftop party hosted by a fellow graduate, promising to return after checking the last D off my list of Dad’s don’ts.
Victoria looked at me. “If we aren’t going in, then we need to get back to The Empire. I have a very handsome young man waiting to buy me a drink.”
“Gordon’s roommate.” Alice nodded then shook her head like she was trying to understand why Victoria would even consider sleeping with her ex-boyfriend’s roommate.
She shrugged. “He’s hot.”
Lily grinned. “He’s hung, too.”
“Aw, fuck no!” Victoria cried out. “You did not—”
Lily held up a finger. “Just once.”
“You’ve got to be bloody kidding me?” Victoria palmed her face then looked at me. “I need to get back.”
“I’ll go with you,” Alice offered all too easily then looked at me. “If you don’t mind?”
Lily took that opportunity to run to the nearest trash can and throw up.
“I don’t mind as long as you take her, too.”
“But—”
I cut Alice off, “I need to do this.”
“I’ll stay with you,” Lily offered, wiping her face with the back of her hand.
“You’ll get us kicked out. Go.”
“No woman is left behind!” Lily threw a fist in the air then stumbled.
“I’ll take an Uber. Just go.”
As soon as they were off, I turned to walk into the building when the neon light turned off.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I pushed the door open anyway.
“We’re closing up,” a man probably my father’s age said.
“But I—”
“We open tomorrow at eleven.” He smiled.
“Sisco,” I heard a man with a deep voice say, “I can take this one.”
The man, whose name was Sisco, lips slowly turn up in the corners, and then he looked back at me. “You got cash?”
“I do.” I smiled, excited that I was finally, at twenty-three years old, going to get my first and maybe last tattoo.
He looked back toward the room behind the partition. “She’s all yours.”
“Perfect,” he said.
“Lock up and come meet me at the gym when you’re done.”
“Will do.”
When Sisco walked past me, I saw a man walk around the frosted glass partition and—
“You ready?”
OhmyGod, I thought as I looked him over. Six foot plus of bulging muscles covered in more ink than I think I’d ever seen on one person. All black, too, my favorite. And as amazing as all that was, the man’s face was chiseled perfection, with soul-capturing, light brown, no hazel eyes, that seemed to be getting darker by the minute. Medium-sized diamond studs in his ears, and a small nose ring is in his left nostril.
He looked me up and down. “How deep