Page 43 of Tiny's Law

After a meeting that lasted way too fucking long, I’m finally pulling my bike against the curb outside of Desert Ink. It’s time for Brenna to finish my Medusa and possibly move on to the next piece.

“Hi!” Brenna says excitedly from behind the front desk. Her brows drop as her face morphs into confusion as she turns back to look toward the back hallway.

“Hey, babe. Ready to destroy my arm again?”

Brenna’s face turns up as if nothing happened, and she smiles again. “Absolutely! I already have everything ready, so just go hop up.”

Brenna preps my arm and is pressing the stencil against my skin when a very familiar voice that I’m starting to develop a Pavlov’s response to floats out from the hallway. I watch as the woman of my fucking dreams struts on her sexy-as-fuck heels out to the main room, followed closely by Flame. If said brother’s girl wasn’t currently pressing her needle to my skin, I would come out of my chair and go after him over how close he walks behind her.

I don’t want any man near her, and that thought confuses the fuck out of me. Since when did I become possessive of women? Well, not women, just one woman. The specific woman in question is currently laughing at something Flame says. They are far enough away that I didn’t hear what was said, and by some chance, she still hasn’t noticed me sitting across the room. That also fucking pisses me off. I want all of her attention. All the time.

“What’s she doing here?” I mutter to Brenna. She smiles and points the end of her tattoo pen toward her nose.

“She got her nose pierced.” She wiggles her eyebrows at my widened eyes.

Shit. I don’t think I’ve ever thought of a nose piercing as being sexy. But picturing her with one? Damn.

I feel it the minute Flame and Kourtney both realize I’m here. I look up into her intoxicating gaze and smirk as she smiles shyly, her eyes darkening.

Flame jogs over, presses a kiss to the top of Brenna’s head, and hops up onto her counter.

Kourtney is slower in her pursuit across the shop and stops tentatively next to me. When she stretches her neck to get a look at what Brenna is doing, I notice the bright purple bruise forming at the base of her neck, and a smirk hits my lips.

Reaching forward, I turn her face towards mine. Yep. I was right. Fuck. The cute little diamond now adorning her nose is fucking sweet.

“Beautiful.”

The compliment earns a bright smile from her. She squeezes my arm before I snake it around her waist and pull her in closer. “What made you come get your nose pierced?” I ask, running my thumb along her hip.

She shrugs, her eyes following Brenna’s hand now that she has a better view. “I was driving around last week, one thing led to another, and I remembered Brenna saying she worked here, so I stopped in but Flame wasn’t here. I had some free time today and came back.”

I don’t know why the thought of her coming here out of the blue makes me smile, but shit, it does. I want this woman around my friends. I want her to go places that I go to. I want her in my life.

“I was going to get a tattoo spur of the moment, but then remembered that was probably a bad idea. So I figured a piercing was a little less permanent.”

Flame chuckles and wags his eyebrows at his ol’ lady. “Told you, baby. They aren’t permanent. If you don’t like your nipples, we can take them out.”

Brenna shakes her head. “I saw Pebbles when she was trying to breastfeed the twins. No thanks.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“She was feeding Cole when I was over there. He pulled off, and milk went everywhere.” Brenna pauses, looking each of us directly in the eyes. “Every. Where.”

Kourtney laughs and shrugs. “Extra holes means extra places for milk to come out of, I guess.”

Flame looks like he just smelled a nasty pair of socks, and I could’ve gone my whole life without the visual of Trigger’s ol’ lady in that predicament.

Brenna rolls her eyes while laughing. “So, like I’ve been telling you, Jace, talk to me after we have kids.”

I chuckle as the speakers crack, and then a Sleep Token song blares through the shop.

Flame shakes his head and shouts over the music at Carlos. He ignores him and goes back to working on the topless girl’s back, who’s shamelessly lying on his table.

Kourtney leans down and presses her lips against my ear to talk over the music. Her warm breath against my ear has my dick threatening to wake up. “I’m going to head out. I’ll see you around?”

I nod, squeezing her hip one last time before she darts out the door.

I meet Flame’s calculating stare and knowing smile and flip him off. “Fuck off.”

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