Page 24 of Give Me Three

Logan leaned up and nodded once. “Good. And if youdohurt him, I will fuck you up, Zeppelin. Understand me?”

“I understand you clearly,” I assured him. I’dwanthim to fuck me up if I ever hurt Jaxon. Because he was right. Jaxon was everything good in this world, and I never wanted to dim that light inside of him. Just seeing the mess he’d been had done me in.

Logan turned on his heel and walked to the counter, grabbing the tattoo book with my name on it. He settled on a stool, propping his booted feet on the rung of the chair in front of him as he began flipping through the book of my free-hand designs. “Since you were just playing on your iPad when I came in, I assume you’ve got time to do a tattoo?” he asked, not looking up at me.

Christ, this kid was like a damn light switch. How did he go from barely controlled fury to so nonchalant like that in mere seconds?

“Yeah, I’ve got time,” I told him, standing up and walking over. “You like getting inked?” I asked, running my eyes over his tattooed arms and hands. He even had tattoos on his neck. From what I could see, he didn’t have much free skin available. I was probably right in guessing that the rest of his body looked similar.

“Yeah. It’s relaxing.” He pointed to a butterfly in my book, surprising me. “I want this, but can you incorporate a lowercase cursive S and E into it?” he asked.

I nodded and leaned over the counter, grabbing a piece of printer paper. Miranda silently handed me a pencil, and I began drawing, feeling Logan’s eyes on my moving hands as I quickly sketched what he wanted. “This?” I asked about five minutes later, turning the paper so he could see it better.

He nodded as the bell above the door jingled. Miranda greeted the customer. “Yeah—perfect.”

“Uhm…”

Logan and I both turned to look at the sound of Jaxon’s voice. He was holding a plastic bag with two Styrofoam containers, and he had a tray with two drinks in his other hand. He glanced between me and Logan in confusion and a bit of trepidation. “I… I brought lunch,” he finally settled on.

I grinned and walked over to him, planting a kiss on his addictive mouth. “Thanks, baby. I’ve got to ink up your son-in-law first. You can put mine in my office. In the back, to the left. I’ll grab you a stool, and you can eat and watch me poke your son with a tattoo gun.”

Without a word, Jaxon headed in the direction I sent him. Logan peeled off his shirt, revealing a flat stomach and broad shoulders. He was tall and lanky, but there was a sleekness to his muscles that told me he still wasn’t one to be fucked with.

“I have an open spot on my chest,” he said, turning to face me and pointing to the spot. “Is it a big enough spot?”

I nodded. “Just enough.” I nodded my head toward the table. “Go on and sit down while I get this ready.”

I redid the sketch so the lines were neater and then printed it on stencil paper. Jaxon came back out of my office with onlyone container of food and his drink. While the design printed, I grabbed a stool from one of the other tattoo areas and slid it into my area, setting it out of the way but in a position he could still see what was going on.

“So, what are you doing here?” Jaxon asked Logan as he settled on the stool, giving the boy a stern look. “Your preferred tattoo shop is across the city, and you’re still supposed to be working.”

Logan shrugged. “I came to warn your… boyfriend away from you if he and his husband were just playing games with you.”

My lips quirked in amusement. Logan’s honesty was enviable, but I was sure that mouth got him in trouble, too. He had absolutely no filter.

“You didwhat?” Jaxon growled, narrowing his eyes at Logan. Fuck, that dad voice wassooohot.

Logan scoffed. “What? Don’t get your tidy whities in a fucking bunch, old man.” Shane coughed to cover his laugh, making Jaxon shoot him a dark enough look that Shane quickly ducked his head. It was such a fucking dad look, and damn, it made my cock hard.

“I don’t need you protecting me, Logan. My business ismybusiness.”

Logan rolled his eyes like a bratty teen. I rounded the counter with the stencil, and Logan laid back on the black chair, crossing his ankles and resting his hands at his sides. “When you text me at five in the morning, it becomes my business, too,” Logan told him. “We can argue about it all fucking day if you want to. I’m down. But just know, I’m not changing my mind. What’s done is done. We had our talk. We’re cool. I’m even letting him tattoo my skin. See?” He waved his arm around. “So, chill out.”

“I swear to God,” Jaxon growled. “You make me want to throttle you sometimes.”

I chuckled and turned to face my man, gripping Jaxon’s chin and slanting my lips across his. He relaxed immediately, making a soft sound in the back of his throat. I stroked my thumb over his damp bottom lip after I pulled back. “Breathe, baby. And eat.” I turned back to Logan. “I know you haven’t eaten today anyway.”

“Did you?” Jaxon countered.

I nodded as I began prepping Logan’s chest for the stencil. “I sure did. Eros had breakfast and coffee delivered to me this morning.”

Jaxon sighed but didn’t say another word. However, I did hear the container open. Logan glanced up at me and smirked. “You have him so dick-whipped.”

I barked out a laugh at the same time Jaxon growled Logan’s name. “I like you, kid,” I told him.

Logan scoffed. “What’snotto like?”

I snickered and placed the stencil on his skin. “Alright, go look?—”

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