Page 32 of Truths

“What else would you call a chick who got between two brothers?” he asks as he wipes blood from his mouth. “Seriously, stop fucking hitting me in the face!”

“Shut up, Nelson.”

“She ruined my life, and then, as if it wasn't bad enough to find out she's with my goddamned brother, I get to see her riding youin the fucking shop. Now, I walk in to see her going down you, swallowing, after branding you with her name. Yeah, I'm the one who deserves to be punched in the fucking jaw.”

Daphne sighs. “How exactly did I ruin your life, Nelson? You're with Sutton.”

“She says she’s done with me.”

“Did you say something out of anger to hurt her? Because that's not my fault. That's a you-problem, buddy. Your biggest issue is that you can't take accountability for your actions, and you have to try and blame everyone else when things don't go your way. I can't be the reason everything bad happens in your life, dude.”

“I wouldn't be in the position I'm in if you hadn't...”

“Been the one to admit we didn’t work? That we barely liked each other? Yeah, I'll own that all day, but I'm not responsible for every bad decision you make. That's not my fault.”

Max crosses his arms over his chest as Nelson stands. “If you want to be pissed about the relationship Daphne and I are in, be pissed at me. I'm the one who betrayed you when I kissed your ex, but the truth is, I've been into her since you started dating her. She'smytype. More my type than yours, and I'm sorry that it hurts you, but she's special to me.”

“She's special to you. Until she's not. You had the club buy the fucking shop for her, man! You don't give a shit about me or my feelings. You never gave a shit, and it's pretty fucking clear you don't care about anyone but yourself,” Nelson says. “But don't come running to me when she fucks you over like she did me. I'll tell you where to shove that pity party, and I'll be thankful I was smart enough to never let her ink her name above my dick.”

Nelson turns and leaves in a huff, slamming her apartment door. Max looks at Daphne, who turns away from him quickly, and he worries she's upset. That she doesn't understand she'sthe one for Max. Instead, she surprises him by getting another setup ready for a tattoo.

“What are you doing?” Max asks.

Stripping out of the shirt, followed by her panties, she lies on the bed and points to the spot on her pelvis damn near directly above her clit. “I want my tattoo now. Right here.”

He doesn't hesitate and moves to lie between her thighs. His tongue darts out and flicks his ring against her nub through her swollen lips, loving how she moans and tilts her body. “And what am I putting here?”

“Your name,” she whispers.

His eyes widen. “What?”

“If you're mine, I'm yours. And you are the only one I want, Max. Now, here's the gun, and you know how to use it. I'll let you know if you're going too deep, but we're talking three letters. Should be quick, and then you can ease the sting with more flicks of that amazing tongue.”

“I didn't think it was possible to be more attracted to you, but fuck if you didn't just figure out how to top yourself.”

“Imagine how sexy I'll be if I decide to get those fake boobs.”

Head snapping up, he stares into her eyes. It's true she's barely an A-cup, but he adores her figure. “Only if you want them for you. I don't want any changes to your body, personally. Except for my name right above your favorite spot.”

“Still? I thought you just said what you did about loving my fat ass to get me naked. Which, by the way, totally worked,” she says, her hands cupping her tits over her bra. “They're not even a handful. Palm, maybe, at best.”

Max sets everything down and slides up her body, lifting her bra to suck on a pierced nipple while tugging on the other. “I'll never lie or exaggerate my appreciation of you or your body, Daphne. I love your tits. I love that you're not all top-heavy, andI didn't lie to you. I'm an ass man. You have one hell of an ass, baby.”

“It doesn't bother you that you're with someone who can't pull off a bikini? That there's barely a need other than to cover the nips?”

“Now I want to see you in a bikini. Preferably a thong bikini to stand behind and watch your ass jiggling in the best fucking way as you run into the water.”

Laughing, she cups his face. “You really aren't lying, are you?”

“A palmful is enough. You. Are. Enough. Now, if you want to do it for you, I won't stop you. I get that it's second nature to want to change things about your body, especially when asshat men have told you that you need to in the past. But if you want my opinion, you don't need anything adjusted. Except for this tattoo of my name above your pussy. If I keep playing my cards right, this will be mine forever.”

“Your cards right, huh?” she asks and presses her lips to his.

“I've always been really good at cards,” he murmurs against her lips and kisses down her body. “Now, stop distracting me. This is the most important art project I've ever had to do.”

She bites her lip as she watches him prep and get everything ready like she taught him. His concentration focuses hard to mark her with his name, glancing up to make sure he's not hurting her. She smiles at him in encouragement, and it takes far longer than it should to write his three-letter name, but he wanted to do a good job. It's his girl's body, after all.

Staring at it, he can't help but think this is the step before giving her his PROPERTY OF kutte. And that'll be one step before giving her a diamond ring and his last name.

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