Page 9 of Three Little Words

Chapter Four

Benny

Five Years Ago

This was one of my best pieces.

It had started off with a strong sketch, for sure; Bryn’s artwork was beautiful, and had translated perfectly to ink.

And she was a champ, too. She was still and quiet as I worked, eyes closed as I laid down color and did just a little shading.

When I was done, she stood up, looking at herself in the mirror. Her hands covered her tits; the rest of her was exposed from the waist up.

Her body was gorgeous.

She had to work out—her abs were just barely defined, her waist small, her thighs the kind of thick that comes from hard work.

And the lotus flower that now bloomed across her ribs, done in soft pinks and greens, only made her look even more beautiful.

It was hard to concentrate on anything but her.

Well, her and the fact that my dick wouldn’t calm down.

I couldn’t control myself, and it was a little embarrassing. I wasn’t the womanizer of the group—I left that to Bradley and Ryker.

But I was single.

And a good time with a gorgeous woman sounded nice.

I lowered my eyes as Bryn pulled her shirt on over her bandaged tattoo. When I looked up, she was dressed, tucking her bra down into her purse.

Her nipples were hard under the thin t-shirt she was wearing.

It made my cock twitch again.

“Hey.”

Bryn looked up at the sound of my voice. “Yeah?”

“Could I, uh… Could I get a copy of that sketch?”

“Oh! Of course!” She pulled the piece of paper from her bag and handed it to me.

I took it to the copier, photocopying it in color on to cardstock.

I’d buy a frame for it later and hang it in one of the blank spaces on my wall.

I brought it back and laid it down on one of the tables. “Hey. Do you want to get a drink or something?”

Bryn looked at me, tilting her head. “I’d love to.”

I smiled and looked up. “Ryker!”

“Yeah, boss!” He turned toward me.

“Clean up my station for me.”

“What?”

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