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Otto pulled out some paperwork for us to fill out, and I paid for our ink before following him back to his chair. “Who's first?” he asked, slipping on some black gloves.

“Me. She wants to watch first.”

Otto readied all his supplies as I laid on my side on the tattoo chair. Dixyn took a seat in front of me and smiled. “Guess you're a pro at this, huh?”

I chuckled. “Yeah. Been getting ink since before you were born.”

Her smile fell as her eyes searched mine. “Does my age bother you?”

“Are you serious?” I shook my head with a chuckle. “The fact that a pretty, young thing like you wants me is hot as hell. Any man my age would kill to hook up with you.”

She laughed, brightening back up. “Guess you're pretty lucky, old man.”

Grabbing her chair, I scooted it closer to me. “I'll show you old man.” Then I kissed her, hard and rough. She moaned as I parted her lips with my tongue, kissing her until we were both out of breath. I pulled back to look at her, running my tattooed knuckles down her flushed cheek. Her lips were swollen, and her eyes were heavy with lust.

I smirked. “How's that for an old man?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to suppress a smile. “Okay, I guess.”

I loved her sass. She gave as good as she got, and I was going to give it to her good that night. It'd been weeks since I had that pretty pussy, and I planned to make up for lost time.

My tattoo took about three hours. As Otto cleaned and wrapped me up, I asked Dixyn, “Feeling less nervous now?”

Smiling, she nodded. “Yeah, thanks.”

Otto took a quick smoke break before setting up for Dixyn's tattoo. “Where you want it, kid?”

“My arm,” Dixyn replied, patting her right bicep.

“Good choice.” Otto grinned. “Best spot with the least amount of pain.”

I took her hand as Otto turned on the tattoo gun. “Squeeze as hard as you need to.”

She blew out a shaky breath, then forced a smile. “Okay.”

“Ready?” Otto asked as he applied some ointment to Dixyn's arm.

She nodded. “Ready.”

As soon as the needle touched her skin, Dixyn flinched, squeezing my hand. She hissed in pain. “Damn, that burns.”

Otto and I both chuckled. After a few minutes, Dixyn relaxed. “Okay, that's not so bad.”

“The arm is a piece of cake,” I said.

She smiled at me. “Thank you for this.”

I caressed her hand with my thumb. “Tattoo therapy is the best therapy.”

She arched a brow. “You say that like you know from experience.”

I tensed. I wasn't going to discuss my demons with her. She couldn't take it. I shrugged, trying to play it off. “Not personally. But some of the guys have mentioned it.”

Dixyn's tattoo didn't take as long as mine did, but it still came out badass. Otto had done a traditional Native American-style firebird with black, red, and orange. The colors popped on her skin, and the lines were crisp and clean.

She grinned at her new ink, then up at Otto. “Thank you so much. He would've loved it.”

I tipped Otto, then led Dixyn outside. “Ready for a drink?”

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