Page 124 of Rebel

“You’re covered in them, babe, so what’s one more?” He grips my chin. “Besides, I want my brand on you, our brand. You’re a Dead Ringer, a rock star, so you should have the symbol.” His lips drag over mine. “The idea of you wearing a matching Dead Ringer tattoo?” He grinds against me. “It turns me the fuck on, knowing it will be on your skin forever, marking you as ours.”

“Or more likely marking you as mine,” I retort, nipping his lip. “Fine, but it’s closed.”

Just then, the door opens. “Chase,” a big, burly man calls. “I’m all set up.”

Chase winks at me and tugs me inside. “Reg, this is Beck.”

“Hey, Beck, love the ink.” He nods. “I’ll just finish printing the design, and we can get going.”

“Uh-huh, so just me.” I prop my hands on my hips as Reg disappears into the back of the shop. It’s a very nice shop, don’t get me wrong. The walls are a deep black with gold accents everywhere, and there’s graffiti style artwork on the walls, deep leather sofas, and pounding music in the background.

It’s not like I don’t have tattoos. I covered myself in them when I became Beck, but the only one I had a choice in was the bridge on my arm for my sister. The others were just because they were pretty, and maybe because I became a little addicted to the feeling.

“Nope, we’ll all get one. It’s about time we did anyway.” Chase nods, tugging off his shirt, and my mouth goes dry at his tan abs. “Eyes up here, pretty girl.” He smirks. “If you keep looking at me like you want to lick me, it’s going to be a very hard, uncomfortable tattoo.”

“Not my fault.” I sigh. “So a band tattoo?”

“A band tattoo.” He grins. “You like?”

I do actually, not that I’ll ever let him know. It’s a good idea. A matching tattoo with the guys? Some would say it’s too soon, but honestly, I don’t fucking care. We are bandmates, roommates, and we are together. I can’t reach for them in public because of the eyes and cameras on us, but knowing we are still linked by the symbol on our bodies?

He’s right. It’s hot as fuck.

“Where are you going to get yours, baby?” Trav asks as he turns, searching his arms for a spot before tugging off his shirt. Jesus fucking Christ, I actually start to sweat, especially when Kolton takes his off as well.

This shit isn’t fair, and judging by the twinkle in their eyes, they know it.

Well, two can play at that game.

Grabbing my band tee, I tug it over my head, leaving me in nothing but a snake-print mesh bralette. I watch them gulp as I drag my hand down my chest and under my breasts. “Maybe here?” I ask innocently.

Kolton nods. “Definitely there.”

Trav elbows him. “Which means she will have to get naked.”

“Oh.” Kolton is clearly fighting his instincts. “Shit, I’m both turned on and jealous.”

“Tell me about it.”

Reg comes back and blinks at us. “Wait, do I have to take my shirt off too?” He grins.

“Yes.” I smirk as Kolton, Trav, and Chase all shout, “No!” and Trav even covers my eyes.

“What? He has the whole bicycle gang daddy vibe going on,” I mutter.

“I’m taking your books away,” Trav threatens.

“Why? You like them too.” I pull his hand down, grinning at Reg. “It’s a good thing to be a daddy. I could be your little girl.”

Trav grabs me and pushes me behind him. “No, you can’t.”

Reg laughs. “Sorry, love, already got my own crazy hellcat, and I have a feeling you belong to someone else. Now, who’s first?”

The guys relax a little, at least until I point at my sternum. Reg nods. “Your bra will need to come off.” He holds his hands up as all three men head for him. “I have a shirt she can wear so everything is covered, as well as nipple covers.”

“Chill.” I elbow Chase on my way past. “Besides, just think about how you’ll get to look at it when I’m naked.”

“Okay, yeah, shit.” Chase nods. “Cover up, good, yeah.” He struggles with words as I step behind the partition and quickly change. The nipple covers conceal most of my boobs, and I leave the shirt loose. I stand as he applies the stencil, and when I look down, I grin.

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