Page 31 of Tiny's Law

What I wouldn’t give to fuck her in just these.

“Maybe one day,” she says saucily.

I furrow my brows at her.

“You said you want to fuck me in just these.”

“I said that out loud?”

She nods, giggling.

“Well, fuck me,” I groan with a laugh.

“You’re playing your cards right.”

With that, I let out another groan and press my now raging hard-on into her thigh.

A loud yell of laughter has us turning our heads back to the group. What finds us has my own bark of laughter spilling out of me.

Flame looks like he’s about to piss his pants as Tank glares at him from across the low table, where it looks like another beer is tipped on its side.

“That one wasn’t fucking me!” he yells at his dad.

Razor looks like he, too, is going to piss his pants, but his state is from laughter at our brother’s obvious fear.

“Go get your mother another fucking beer,” Tank tells his son. Everyone laughs as Flame stalks away towards the bar, tail tucked between his legs.

Kourtney smiles wistfully at the group of my family while taking a sip of her drink. She turns to me with a grin. “I like your friends.”

I look around our group settled in a large circle and think of how we all look from an outsider's perspective. I don’t even remember a time when I didn’t consider these people my family.

I smile back at her while rubbing her back. “Me too. They can be a lot sometimes. I know that for a damn fact. But you’ll never meet a more loyal group than this one right here.”

She smiles and turns back to the conversations in front of us. We spend the next half hour listening to Razor and Patch bicker back and forth about who is better than who at different things while also getting a peep show of Ringer and Lilah not keeping their damn hands off each other across from us. Now that everyone knows they are married, they haven’t taken their hands off of each other when out and about.

Kourtney excuses herself to use the restroom, and I use the time to grab another beer. Dropping down into the empty stool in front of Brenna, I smile in thanks as she slides a fresh bottle in front of me.

“How’s Medusa healing?”

I reach for my sleeve and push it up my shoulder while turning so she can get a better look at her work. Reaching across the bar, she runs her pale pink fingernail along the snakes lining Medusa’s fierce face.

“I still can’t believe I did this.”

I chuckle while taking a swallow of my beer. “Believe it, cause you did. And you’re fucking good.”

“I just never thought that one day I’d be tattooing my art on someone’s body.”

A soft hand slides along my shoulder blades, and a warm body settles next to me. I turn to see Kourtney’s back from the bathroom, smiling sweetly at me. “You did that?” she asks, her eyes consuming my arm and then flipping to Brenna.

Brenna blushes and nods. “I did.”

I flex my arm before pulling my shirt sleeve back down. “She’s working on a whole sleeve for me. We just started this one a few weeks ago.”

“Wow,” Kourtney breathes, looking closely at the tattoo.

“Do you have any tattoos?” I ask, dropping my gaze down her body once again. With how much skin her outfit is showing right now, I would bet money that she doesn’t, but you never know what could be hiding underneath.

She shakes her head while biting her lip. “No, but I’ve always wanted one.”

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