Page 51 of What About Now

“Trust me, Forrest will be the same way.”

“So, they won’t match, if they’re done by two different people,” I tell him. I know that’s not true. They’d use the same template, and like I said, they’re all hella talented from the pictures I’ve seen, but I know it will rile him up. I’ve never had a man be jealous over me, and I’m pretty sure that’s where this conversation veered off to.

“Brogan,” he growls, and I giggle.

“I’m just teasing.”

He leans in and kisses me. Sliding his hand behind my neck, he presses his forehead to mine. “It drives me crazy to think of another man marking you.”

“It’s just a tattoo.”

“It’s forever, baby. I’m the only man who gets to be a part of your forever.”

“And what if you weren’t a tattoo artist?” I counter. I’m enjoying this way too much after the heavy of the day.

“I’m sure I’d feel differently, but I’d still need to be there, and it would have to be in a location on your body where you don’t have to strip down.”

“Oh, so not on my breasts.”

“Brogan.” Another warning growl follows, which makes me laugh.

“I’m teasing.”

“You’re giving me an ulcer,” he says, dead serious.

“I’m sorry.” I lean in and kiss him. I don’t initiate our kisses often, and I love how his eyes sparkle when I do. “Forgive me?”

“Like I could ever stay mad at you. All you have to do is bat those big green eyes at me, and I’m toast.”

“So, if I do this?” I bat my eyes at him. “And ask for more kisses.”

He stands and lifts me from my chair, tossing me over his shoulder. “My wife gets what my wife wants,” he says, marching off toward the bedroom.

“We need to clean up.”

“I’ll take care of it. First, I’m running you a bath, and I’m going to kiss the hell out of you while I do. Then you’re going to soak in the tub while I clean up, and later, you can have all the kisses.”

“All of them?” I tease.

“Forever,” he promises, and there’s something in his gaze, something in the intensity of his words that makes me almost believe him.

CHAPTER

TWELVE

Maddox

“You want one?” Legend offers me a beer.

“Nah, I told the wife she could drink.” I hold up my bottle of water.

Legend grins. “How is the wife?”

“Fucking perfect.” I glance around, making sure no little ears are close by to hear my declaration. I need to work a little harder at cleaning up my potty mouth, especially when the kids are around.

“Yeah,” Legend agrees. “Just wait until you add a kid to the mix. It’s unlike anything else, man.”

I follow his eyes, and he’s watching his wife, Monroe, and their son, Kane, who was born four months ago. “That’s what I hear.” I nod toward Roman and Forrest, sitting on the living room floor with Lilly and the twins, River and Rayne, playing with blocks.

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