Page 99 of Pucking Obsessed

We should set up a sex club like I suggested.

Except, then D’Angelo and Shay would definitely want to join and it wouldn’t be private anymore.

In fact, D’Angelo would campaign to become the president.

I’m beginning to have the sneaking suspicion that he’s already the president of some kind of kinky club.

I pull the messy, scarlet covers up to my waist.

I’m only dressed in Eden’s comfortable, largeKIT-TEAt-shirt that he gave to me.

This is actually Shay’s bed. The top bunk is Eden’s, but I’m not clambering into that.

In contrast to Shay’s bed, Eden’s is military neat.

Eden looks smug every time that we invade his brother’s bed.

“It makes up for all the times that he fucked women in my bed at college because mine had clean sheets,” Eden explains.

Fair.

I turn on my side, resting my head on Eden’s shoulder. He’s lying on his back, holding the book above him.

I study him.

He’s only dressed in gray joggers. Moonlight streams across the pale skin of his bare chest.

He looks ethereal like a beautiful Greek statue but one with glinting, pierced nipples and beautiful tattoos.

The way that Eden is holding the book emphasizes the bulge of his strong arm muscles.

Also, the bandage around his newest tattoo. The one he had done for me. Or at least, for both of us.

His Robyn taking flight from the thorns of his past.

For Eden, this gesture meant more than a marriage proposal.

He had my name tattooed on his skin.

Considering how he feels about being owned, this is huge. Except, it’s not about ownership.

It’s a statement.

I free him.

When I trace over the skin around the bandage, Eden’s skin goosebumps, and so does mine.

I bite my lip, overwhelmed.

It still doesn’t feel real.

I sat with Eden this afternoon, however, in the tiny tattoo parlor that was painted in bright colors and smelled of antiseptic and cleaning solutions and held his hand, watching closely as the design came to life.

It was the most intimate moment of my life.

It shocked the breath from me because I didn’t expect to feel such a flood of emotion, as I watched Eden’s skin being pierced.

First, the design was traced out, before it was shaded and colored.

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