Page 45 of Barefoot Chaos
Kai winced, shifting below me, probably to hide his own appendage, frightened of a tattoo needle anywhere near it.
"Ewww...that's so gross!" I grimaced. "You didn't do it, did you?"
Rainna threw back her head and laughed. "No! Turns out, he doesn't like girls. I had to hand him off to Blaze for that one."
My jaw dropped. Blaze? If I remembered quickly, he was like six foot five and almost 300 pounds. "I don't get it."
Rainna started gesturing lewdly with her hands. "Well, to tattoo a dick, it has to be fully erect. I wasn't doing the trick, so Blaze...." She shrugged, trailing off and letting our imaginations complete the story.
I shuddered and Kai suppressed his mirth, his whole body shaking with the effort.
"Anyway, I have an idea for you two." Rainna clapped her hand, changing subjects so fast I was getting whiplash. My mind was still playing out the Blaze scenario like a train wreck you couldn't look away from.
"I'm not getting my dick tattooed. Sorry, Rainna," Kai deadpanned.
"No! Not your dick. That's for my sister's eyes only." Rainna winked at me. "I came across this kickass drawing of a ukulele. The wood grain of the instrument actually spells out Ku'uipo when you look closely at it." She paused for dramatic effect. "I thought you guys could get matching tattoos!"
She sat back, eyes glowing with excitement. She looked like she was going to explode, waiting to see our reaction.
I looked to Kai, who looked back at me. "I never really thought of getting a tattoo, to be perfectly honest."
"That's because you're perfect already, baby." Kai was looking at me with those hazel bedroom eyes. The ones I couldn't resist.
"Ahhh, that's funny coming from a freaking bronzed god." I nuzzled the side of his neck.
"Hello? Tattoo?" Rainna clapped her hands, startling me. "You guys are so gross. Pull it together would ya? I'm right here."
Without lifting my head from Kai's neck, I said, "You're whining dear sister. Weren't you just leaving?"
"Ugh!" She flounced out of the room. I kissed along Kai's neck, feeling his hand slide up my thigh and under my shorts. In the distance I heard Rainna yell, "I'll make appointments for you both next week!" Then my front door slammed, pulling me out of the sexual fog I was happily drowning in.
Kai stood up and carried me to my bedroom. "Don't worry, Ono, you don't need to get a tattoo, but I think I will. I want your name branded on me." He bounced me onto the bed and crawled up my body, pulling me back into the fog.
I was supposed to be putting the finishing touches on the songs I had to sing the following weekend, but in reality, I got very little done that afternoon.
During my last class of the day on Friday, I got a text from Jack asking me to call him as soon as I was able. The pit of my stomach clenched, wondering if another student had gotten targeted by the online daredevil who we thought had gone dormant. I was distracted the whole rest of class, forgetting to assign them homework over the weekend, to their delight. Before the last student cleared the doorway after the final bell rang, I had my phone out and was dialing Jack's office line.
"Jack Ramirez," he answered with a growl.
"Jack? It's Hessa Woodland." I tried to keep the warble out of my voice, but it snuck out, giving away my nervousness.
"Hessa. Thanks for calling me back." Jack's tone turned super friendly and I was able to take a deep breath. "We caught the guy!"
"Oh, thank God." I ran a hand through my hair, completely destroying my ponytail. "Did he say why?" I didn't care who it was, I just wanted to know why he'd endangered people's lives and targeted me in particular.
"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. We've got him in an interrogation room right now and he says he'll only talk to you."
The sound of hundreds of high school students leaving school right outside my door faded away as his words echoed in my mind. Talk tome? What? Why?
"Hessa?" Jack's voice broke into my thoughts. "Listen, I know this probably sounds terrifying, but I'd be right there next to you in the room. A confession means this case would be a slam dunk. It would really help if you'd do this."
And that was exactly how I found myself sitting in a sterile interrogation room at the HB police station with Jack beside me and a disheveled young man sitting across the table, hands cuffed behind him. He was mid-twenties with dark hair that fell into his eyes every time he fidgeted. For the life of me, I couldn't place him. Couldn't figure out what any of this had to do with me.
Jack took the lead, just like he promised, pointing right in the guy's face. "So, I've got Ms. Woodland here. How about you quit wasting our time and tell us what happened?"
I'd never seen Jack with a criminal before and I never wanted to again. He was scary. Still hot, but totally scary.
The boy looked right at me and I could have sworn I saw sad, little boy eyes behind his obvious anger. "This is your fault!" he spat at me.
