Page 124 of Property of Necro
Calling out the elephant in the room, I point to the red tattoo on his pec. “Like you wear my teeth marks in your chest?”
“Yep.” Coffin puffs up like a peacock and pats the spot with pride. “The one and only tattoo I got. Only tattoo I’ll ever get. Unless it’s your name on my dick.”
Ew.
My face twists in disgust. “You’re not tattooing my name on your dick.” That’s beyond insane.
“Ya never know. I might.” He winks, and it’s odd. Coffin doesn’t do that.
“You’re a masochist,” I accuse lightheartedly.
This flirty man takes a page out of my book and bats his lashes. “Oh yeah. For you, Sweet Cheeks. All day. Every day. For everyone else? Not a fuckin’ chance.”
“You two are too goddamn adorable,” Rot swoons, sitting on the edge of his desk, watching us with the sappiest smile on his face.
Coffin blushes ten shades of red and rubs the top of his head. “Fuck off.”
“I’ll tattoo your name on my dick, too, Red.” Rot swings his legs like an excited school kid.
They need to stop with this. It’s too much and gross. Nobody should be tattooing names on their junk.
“No, you won’t.” I shake my finger at him.
Frowning at me, Rot puffs his chest in defiance. “If Coffin does. I will.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose and shake my head. There is no winning with these guys.
Fed up with this back-and-forth, Coffin growls, “Shut up,” under his breath.
“What?” Rot shrugs all innocent and cute, with soft, puppy-dog eyes. A piece of dark hair flops over his forehead, feeding the hot, Hollywood heartthrob illusion. “We’re family.”
Heaving a sigh, I gesture to the screens filled with gore. “I suppose we are. So, what’s this family going to do about our squeaky, suicidal wheel?”
“Tie him down and let you fuck him,” Rot offers. “Your pussy cured Coffin. It can cure anything.”
First, we are tattooing their dicks and now this.
“We’renotraping Necro,” I snap.
“It’s not rape. It’s only rape if he really doesn’t want it. He does. He wants it. He just doesn’t want to admit he does.”
“Okaay,” I drawl, irritation prickling the back of myneck. “How about this? I’m not raping Necro. Taking someone against their will is not my thing.” It never has been. Never will be.
“But he’ll have a boner. If he’s hard, he wants to fuck,” Rot replies far too seriously, legs swinging, hands clasped in his lap.
Sometimes I swear it’s like I’m talking to a teen boy who only thinks with his dick. Not reality. Not consequences. Just pussy. Pussy. Pussy.
“That’s not true and you know it.” Sighing at his stupidity, I pause to gather my thoughts. “I’m pretty sure those two orgasms, no three, sucked all the common sense out of your brain. Get it together, Rot.” I clap my hands and shake them at him as I punctuate the following words. “We. Can’t. Rape. Necro.”
I turn to Coffin and find him gritting his teeth.
Aw. Shit.
He was taken against his will by women, and Rot is over here flippantly talking about rape.
“I would never do that,” I promise, hating that he had to hear it.
Dipping his chin in confirmation, Coffin rumbles a low, “I know.”
