Page 16 of Rookie Mistake

Davis’s gaze travels the length of mine to where I’m staring at a full wall mural of Alice skipping into a field of psychedelic mushrooms that glow under the black light they’ve installed in this room.

The detail is incredible, and the style is a total vibe.

“Mhmm. This is crazy good,” he agrees, shoving his hands in the pockets of his slacks. “Should probably figure out what we’re getting, yeah?”

I nod, scanning the room for Gracie’s portfolio books. They’re full of her art for when people need inspiration, and honestly, this will be the first spontaneous tattoo I’ve ever gotten. The rest of my tattoos have been planned, designs that I’ve wanted for a long time.

I spot the dark purple, leather-bound books on a table near her room, and I walk over, picking it up, then turn to face Davis.

“The grimoire for reckless, last-minute decisions.” I grin, waving the large book in front of me. His dark brow furrows in confusion, so I add, “Gracie’s portfolio book.”

My gaze slides to the curve of his pillowy lips and the smallest hint of a dimple that appears right next to it on his cheek. It’s hard to focus on anything other than how ridiculously sexy he looks leaned against the wall nonchalantly, hands shoved in his pant pockets, his dark hair tucked behind his ears as he looks at me with a heated stare that should not have as much of an effect on me as it does.

Crossing the room, I sit on the small velvet sofa and peer up at Davis. “Come on, Loverboy. Big decisions andsolittle time.”

He chuckles, lowering himself into the seat beside me.

I open the book, pausing on the very first page and pointing to a hairless sphinx. “You should absolutely get this one. Cats feel like your thing.”

“The fuck, Zara?” His laugh slides through my veins like the most addicting drug on the planet. “Pass. But this one…” His finger lands on a small bat. “This one might be the one.”

When I roll my eyes and keep flipping absentmindedly through the book, he places a large hand over the pages.

“Nah, you know what. You wantspontaneous?” He smirks from beside me, snapping the portfolio shut. “I pick yours. You pick mine. Spontaneous as it gets, baby.”

My brow arches. “That seems like an absolutely terrible idea for yourfirsttattoo.”

“Why, you scared,Trouble? It’s okay if you are. You can just say that.” His back hits the plush velvet sofa, and he crosses his arms over his chest with that stupid shit-eating grin that makes the fluttering in my stomach become a hurricane that can’t be quelled.

“I’m not scared,” I scoff. “I just don’t want you to regret it. They’re forever, you know?”

“I’m starting to thinkyou’rethe one with the commitment issues.”

I roll my eyes again as a laugh falls from my parted lips. “You’ve barely seen a fraction of the commitment on my body, Loverboy. The best ones are reserved for those who are lucky enough to get to see them.”

His eyes darken at my retort, dropping briefly to my chest where the fabric of my satin dress hangs loosely, offering him the smallest view of cleavage and the dark ink staining my chest.

The way his gaze sweeps over my skin feels like a caress, as if he’s using the rough pads of his fingers to memorize every inch without ever touching me.

Side by side on this sofa, his thick thigh pressed against mine, we’re caught in a moment that feels too intimate to be surrounded by people in a tattoo parlor.

“You down, Trouble?” He rasps the question, but it feels like he’s asking something else entirely, and I’m wound so tightly that it takes every ounce of restraint not to climb into his lap and finish what we started earlier.

God, I’m painfully horny, and one orgasmobviouslywasn’t enough. I’m not sure two would even come close.

“I’m not the kind of girl to back down from a challenge. I’m down,” I murmur, reaching up and dragging my thumb along his bottom lip, smirking when his breath catches.

He has no idea just how much Ilovea challenge.

chapter six

Davis

“Teeth”— 5 Seconds of Summer

Imight have forgotten to mention I’m not exactly the biggest fan of needles.

But then again, it’s been nearly impossible to think about anything else besides how good her sweet little pussy tasted with my tongue buried inside of it. How pretty and pink she was, swollen and puffy from the scruff on my chin as I lapped at her greedy cunt. Or those little fucking whimpers she made when she was about to come, her thighs tightening around my headlike a vise, the heel of her boots digging into my back when she finally did come, coating my face in her cum.

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