Page 47 of Dex

“Well, okay then. Let my brother tattoo you while you stare at my handsome face for a bit.” I wiggle my eyebrows and she laughs.

“I will stare at you all day, babe. Maybe you should lose the shirt as an added incentive.” She winks at me and I laugh. I grip the t-shirt at the back of my neck and pull my it over my head. The lustful gaze in Addy’s eyes does not go unnoticed. It is crazy how quick she gets turned on just by looking at me.

“Better?”

“Fuck yeah. Jeans, too?” I quirk a brow at her. “Too much? Worth a go I suppose,” she says shrugging.

“Yeah, babe. Okay, keep looking at me and my brother will ink you up. Mark you as mine, baby. Give him your left wrist.” She does it without hesitation, all the while keeping her eyes locked on mine. Her eyes bore into mine, I think the idea of marking her as mine as her all hot. I am so going to get some tonight. I bite my lip, and give her a look that lets her know that we will be getting all sweaty later.

It doesn’t take Jay long to finish her tattoo. My heart gets wild in my chest, I know she will love it because of what it symbolises. I drop my eyes just as he is cleaning the last bit of blood and ink off. I smile at how it turned out. It is fucking perfect.

“Take a look, baby.” I keep my eyes on her face as I watch her lower her eyes to her newly tattooed wrist. She gasps when she sees what has been tattooed. I felt it was the perfect tattoo for us. Her eyes lift to mine and I see the tears slowly rolling down her face. I smile, because I can see the love shining through. She loves it. Boom. Score for Dex.

I designed a thin rope that forms a loose knot on the top of her wrist. The rope looks like actual rope, Jay did fucking awesome.

“Oh Dex,” she whispers through the tears. “It’s perfect.” She covers her mouth with her free hand, trying to hold the sob in.

“When I get mine, it means we are tied together forever.” She nods her head.

“We have always been tied together, Dex. It just took us a long time to get here. But now that we are here, we are bound forever. Not only by this tattoo but by the precious gift sleeping there.” She points to a sleeping Phoebe in her pram. She has been a gem today. She is more like Addy than she realises. Addy climbs to her feet and walks around the chair, she flings herself into my arms and kisses me deeply. I latch my hand onto her arse and hold her tightly to me. She winces and pulls back a little. Fuck, her new ink.

“Shit.” I place her back on her feet but I take her head in my hands and take another taste of her. Our tongues play and dance together in her mouth. She grips my neck, forcing me closer to her, it’s like she is trying to climb up inside of me.

“Okay, fuckers. No shagging in the studio. Well, not when there are kids here,” Jay says, nodding at Phoebe in her pram.

“Bollocks,” Addy mutters under her breath and I smile. I kiss the tip of her nose and step around her. I sit my arse in the chair and lay on my side; my turn to get inked up by my brother. Addy sits next to me and watches while I have my tattoos added to my ever growing collection of skin-art. People get tattoos for all different reasons and each person is within their right to display their tattoos however they want. Each piece shows a side to them, no matter how big or small. I watch as Addy tends to Phoebe when she wakes up. She changes her nappy and then feeds her. My girls are my world. I lay here and watch my reason for breathing and I smile. Feeling Jay tap my back, I twist my head around to face him and see a look of pure happiness on his face. He is just as happy as I am. He loves Addy and Phoebe.

“Do it,” is all he says, and I know what he means. I snap my gaze to Ads but her full attention is on our daughter. I look back to my baby brother and nod my head. He nods and gets back to finishing up the rib tattoo. Once he has done that he gets started on my wrist tattoo, the one matching Addy’s; this gets my girl’s attention. She’s watching with locked eyes on my wrist. Watching as the needle etches the matching design into my skin, marking me as hers also. Jay finishes up and taps my shoulder. He knows what’s coming next.

“Ads, any chance you can go and get your favourite bloke a drink and maybe a bite to eat. I am wasting away,” he says in a weird accent. I shake my head chuckling at him.

“Fine, but only because I’m hungry as well. Do you want anything, babe?” she asks me.

“Where are you gonna get food from?”

“I’ll pop to the cafe on the corner. They do take-away,” she explains as she lays a newly fed and changed Phoebe in her pram.

“Leave her, I’ll watch her. I will have a steak pie, chips and gravy, babe. Oh and grab a drink as well, please,” I ask her.

All this time she has sat there in just her bra and jeans. She turns and pulls her t-shirt over her head, adjusting her hair. She then pulls her cardigan on. I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and hand her a twenty. She leans in and kisses my lips, leaving me with a quick taste of her.

“Hummm.” Jay taps his cheek, asking for a kiss. Little fucker, those lips belong to me. But Addy being Addy, gives him what he wants.

“Be back soon.” With that, she leaves us in the room. I take a deep breath and look at my brother again. I nod my head at his questioning look.

“Let’s get it done, before she comes back and throat punches me.”

“Well dude, you do go for the feisty woman.” Jay chuckles.

“Fuck yeah, I do. Feisty and wild as fuck in bed. Just my type. And Addison Cole is just my type.”

She is and will always be perfect for me.

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