Page 64 of Won't Let Go
“Like Gunz did?” I whisper back.
“Yeah.”
“Do you have to do that?”
“Yes. I’ve been thinkin’ about it for a long fuckin’ time.”
“Do you want me to do it?” I offer my support, wanting to be there in any way I can.
“No. Blimp said he would. But I want you to watch.”
With a nod, I hum in understanding and run the tip of my finger over his bare ring finger. “Do you want a ring?”
“If you want me to wear one.”
“Could I tattoo it on you?” I offer instead.
“Mmmm. My old lady wants to brand me.” Josh snickers and flashes me the sweetest wink that has me grinning like a lovesick loon.
I trace the spot I plan to ink. “It’ll look nice, but finger tattoos need regular touch-ups.”
“Whatever you wanna put on me, I trust you.” Drawing my hands to his lips, Josh kisses them.
“You probably shouldn’t,” I warn.
Rubbing his bottom lip against my knuckles, he grins as humor dances in those pretty, pretty eyes. “Why?”
“’Cause maybe I’ll ink a boy band tattoo on your ass,” I state, with a straight face.
Josh shrugs like he doesn’t give a damn. “MMMBop my ass, baby. If it’s from you, I’ll wear it with pride.”
Of course, he would—the menace.
I scrunch my nose at him. “Eww. No.”
“The brothers would love it.” His devilish grin is adorable.
“They’d torment you for the rest of your life.”
“True. But I’d get to moon them, and that’d torment them for the rest of their lives.”
Nobody needs to see his ass that much, besides me. Plus, I’d never actually do that to him.
“No boy band tattoos,” I relent on a dramatic sigh.
“Whatever you say, babe. I trust you. Remember?” Josh kisses my hand again and nips a knuckle, which sends a delicious shock straight to where it shouldn’t.
I clear my throat. “Doesn’t this all feel strange to you?”
“That we’re married?” he asks.
“Yes... and lying in your room, inside the clubhouse, holding hands, naked. The shop was attacked, and I killed multiple men yesterday. You lost your virginity this morning. I just had a panic attack and then had sex on the floor of Gunz’s house. It’s… a lot.” Just saying it all is… wild.
“But is it too much?”
“I honestly don’t know. I’m still…”
“Processing?” he guesses.
