Page 125 of Rebel

“I love it. Let’s do it.” I lie down and smile at the guys as they crowd around me. Chase’s hand snakes across my breast, and I smack him away when Reg isn’t looking. “Keep it up and I’ll tell Reg all about those daddy books I read.”

“Go right ahead. I think my girl would like them.” He nods as he turns back. “She’s a reader too. I built her a nook back there for when I’m working.” He nods, and I turn to see a reading corner, and my heart melts.

This big, burly motherfucker built an actual reader’s paradise. It has a huge, plush chair with blankets and pillows, and there are fairy lights hanging down around it and a side table for drinks and snacks. “She’s a lucky lady,” I say truthfully.

“Nah, I’m the lucky bastard, and I don’t ever forget it. Okay, first line. Are you ready?” I nod, and when I don’t react, he laughs. “Women always handle tattoos better than men.” He glances at my guys. “Wait until you see those big babies.”

“Oh God, what an ick.” I wink at them.

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you. They sit solid. We were even talking about tatting Trav’s cock,” Reg tells me as Trav blushes but grins at me.

“You should.” I lick my lips, and Trav groans.

When mine is done, I can’t stop staring at the logo. Chase is up next, and he handles his like a pro despite Reg’s teasing. When I sigh, he winks and tells me he likes pain. Kolton is up next, and he sits well too. They both get theirs in the same spot that I did. Trav has to get it elsewhere since he’s so covered, and he doesn’t like that, but it doesn’t matter to me.

When he’s done, however, he leans back and grins at me. “Reg, let’s do the dick tattoo while I’m here.”

“Shit, man, are you sure? It’s going to hurt,” Reg warns.

“Nah, I’m sure, and let my girl help.” He winks at me. “I want her ink on my skin.”

My eyes widen. “I don’t know how to tattoo.”

“I can show you. You can do some of the lines. It’s tricky on a cock though.” Reg sighs. “What do you want? We talked about flames and shit.”

“I’m thinking something different,” he says, and I just blink. They bend closer together and whisper as I eat the snacks Kolton brought me, and when they call us back, Trav’s pants are down. He holds his cock in his hand as he presents it to me. “What do you think, Beck?”

I move closer, and my jaw drops. Chase and Kolton burst into laughter, but I just stare.

“Are you sure?” I ask hesitantly.

“Positive.” He winks. “Now be a good girl and tattoo your name on me.”

I gulp but nod because on his cock, in bold letters, is, “Beck’s Property.”

It fills me with a sick sense of satisfaction, but I hesitate. A tattoo like that isn’t easy to get rid of. What if we break up? His hand cups my chin, and he kisses me, silencing all of my internal dialogue. “It’s you, Beck. It’s always been you, and it will always be you. This is just for us, so when we are on stage or when you get jealous in public, you will always know I belong to you.”

“That’s so fucking sweet.” Reg sniffles, and we both glance over to see tears in his eyes. He waves us on. “Don’t mind me.”

Grinning, I glance back at Trav. “Try not to get hard while I tattoo you.”

“Baby, you know it’s going to happen. Now ink your name on me, claim me.” He kisses me and lies down, his legs parted.

Reg walks me through it, and then I stand over him. “Are you ready?”

He grins and nods. “Go ahead.” He’s way too calm considering I have a needle near his dick.

Whatever.

Following Reg’s instructions, I carefully ink my name. The buzz of the machine relaxes my raging heartbeat. Trav doesn’t move an inch or complain, and when I lean back and wipe it, he groans. “Shit, baby. Let Reg wipe it. Sorry, man, but you just don’t do it for me, and she does.”

Reg chuckles as he takes over, and I sit back, staring at the black ink on his cock—Beck.

I’m so going to fuck this man’s brains out when I can. Hell, he can even put it in my ass. He’s mine, and I’m his.

“Might want to distract him, Beck,” Reg says. “This bit is going to fucking suck.”

Moving around the bed, I grin down at Trav. His eyes are tight with pain, but he doesn’t make a noise despite the buzzing needle on his cock. “Does it hurt? Wait, stupid question.” Leaning down, I bite his bottom lip and then soothe it with my tongue. “Think of that pain instead,” I murmur.

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