Page 5 of Three Reasons

His grin only pisses me off. “Just preparing you for the needle gun, man.” He tries and fails to look innocent as he starts laughing at my glare.

“I’ll get you back for that, dickwad.”And I will.

“If you ladies are finished bickering, follow me.” Patting my chest where Eli slapped me, she coos sweetly, “I’ll be gentle, big boy, promise.” The wink is almost more than I can handle. My dick starts weeping at her seductive voice. I know she doesn’t mean for it to be soft or sound like a needy little girl, but it does. And I want to hear more of it.

I need it like I need my next breath.

Need her. She’s become a craving I hadn’t realized I was missing.

Eli follows along behind her like a lovesick puppy, and as much as I’d like to tease him relentlessly about it, I can’t.

Why?

Because I’d happily follow this woman off a cliff with no regrets.

It’s a startling realization. We’ve shared women for years, even had a few relationships individually, but never have either of us connected with a woman before any words were spoken. We’re both so very fucked when it comes to her. I wonder how long it will takeuntil she realizes it.

Gray seems to be the exception to every rule we’ve ever had. She blows what we thought we wanted out of the water, and I can’t wait to peel back all her prickly layers to find the softness beneath.

Not that I don’t like her attitude, because damn, this woman can boss me around any day, but I think she’s got secrets. She’s got thoughts and dreams she hasn’t shared with anyone, and I want to be there when she finally lets someone in.

Eli

Damn, do I want to taste this woman everywhere.

The attitude, the sass, her fucking mouth, and the way she breathes fire at us.

I’m done for.

A goner over a woman I barely know and had assumed was a man.

Christ, I can’t believe I ever thought that. She is all woman. And the way she shakes that ass…I don’t even think it’s on purpose. I’m dying to get my hands on it the first chance I get.

“Alright, blondie, have a seat here.” She glances at Callan as she points to a chair. “Hulk, you can grab yourself that stool over there and shut it.” I salivate at her demands again as she begins rooting around the cupboards along the walls.

We watch, completely mesmerized, as she retrieves ink bottles, her tattoo gun, and supplies for sterilization. Once she’s all set up and everything is in its place, she grabs the paper with her sketch and says, “I’ll be right back, just need to print this off.”

As she walks out of the room, I strain to follow her, not wanting my eyes to leave her captivating form.

“You’re going to fall over, man,” Cal laughs like he’s not trying to do the exact same thing. The woman is fine as fuck, and I won’t deny the way I crave watching her every move.

Gray returns from the other room, catching us staring, and smirks when I nearly lose my balance. I shrug; I don’t care if I’m caught. I want her to know I’m interested. No point in hiding my desire for her.

“Shirt off, blondie.” Her demand to Callan is sharp.

Watching her so closely, I catch the way she swallows as his shirt comes up and off. Her eyes roam across his bare chest, and interest shines in her eyes. Seems we’re not the only ones affected here.

She breathes out slowly as her eyes trail down the patch of hair leading to his dick, which is nearly full mast at this point. My friend has got a hard-on for this woman, and for once, he’s not shying away from what he wants.

Glancing up, I watch Callan eye fuck her, too, and when their eyes finally connect, she turns red with embarrassment. Or maybe desire. The longer their gazes lock, the harder Callan’s dick grows, and it’s not until he moves to adjust it that they break contact. I open my mouth to lessen her embarrassment, but Cal shakes his head at me, so I shut up. I recognize what he’s doing—forcing her to acknowledge her own desire for us.

“Right,” she mumbles. “I’m just going to shave the area, clean it up, and I’ll get the stencil in place on your mus–uhm…pec, and you can make sure you like it.” She won’t look at either of us now.

A blush overtakes her, and my cock twitches again.

“Whatever you say, sugar,” Cal murmurs, closing his eyes as she puts a hand on his chest, grazing his flesh with the razor.

After cleaning the hair away and wiping him down with an alcohol pad, she sets the picture in place, rubbing it in and lingering a little longer than necessary with her touch before stepping back to grab a mirror.

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