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“I missed you last night,” I murmur against his lips.
“Right, guys, I’m off. Have a good day. Will you be at the gym later?”
“Maybe, I’ll see what time we’re done here.”
With a wave over his shoulder, Dad leaves.
“He was totally giving you the dad talk, wasn’t he.” Noah steps even closer to me and wraps his arms around my waist. “I missed you, too, Sir.”
That one word has me kissing him again. Much harder this time. With my hands in his hair, I devour him until he whimpers into my mouth. “When’s your appointment?”
“Not for another half an hour.”
“Get in the office.”
I listen to Noah with half an ear. His confidence has grown so much from the nervous kid that didn’t know how to speak to a client, to the man talking through his ideas for a full back piece to a young guy that already has a sleeve Noah did as one of his first pieces here. It’s going to be awesome, but will take a lot of hours, giving him a pretty penny at the end of it. He’s going to be in the chair for at least four hours today.
The buzz of the needles is kept low under the sound of System of a Down blaring out through the speakers. I’ve only got a few appointments, most of them small pieces, giving me time to get through some work in the office this afternoon. Unfortunately, it also gives me the time to brood over Dad’s visit, it wasn’t so much his feelings about Noah, it’s more that he questioned my integrity. That I have somehow coerced Noah into this lifestyle. If only they knew how much Noah wants, that his need for it all, the dominance, the pain, the humiliation, is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Until they see him for themselves, my family isn’t going to believe me. That’s on them, though.
The shop has gone silent. Noah must’ve finished. I close my laptop and stand up, my back clicking as I stretch my arms above my head. It’s one of the down sides of being a tattooist—the hunched over position does not do our backs, or posture, any good. I need to make an appointment for a massage, and I’llbook one for Noah too. Although, stretching him out on the cross will relieve any tension.
“I’m all done,” Noah says as he stands in the doorway of the office. “Have you got any evening clients?”
“Nope, I’m done for the day. I’m booked up for tomorrow and Wednesday.” I remember something Noah does. “Are you still doing your yoga and self-defence class with Knox?”
He nods. “As long as both of us have a free evening. We’ve both had things to do over the last couple of weeks, but it’s on for this week. I like it, Knox is a great guy, and I’ve learnt a lot. I don’t think I’ll be able to take you down, but I’m getting better.”
A bolt of jealousy courses through me. I don’t want him to be with Knox. For my brother’s hands to be on what’s mine. Noah sees it since he doesn’t miss much when it comes to my body language. His smile is soft as he approaches me. “Don’t feel like that, Sir. You own me, my body, all of me, and Knox knows that. Plus, you teach me in other ways, so if you want to make sure Knox and anyone else at the gym know I belong to you, you need to leave your mark on my body.” His voice is low, husky and full of need and desire.
The gym is busy when I walk in and look around for Knox. I can see him over in the weights bay, along with Royal and Kip. It looks like they’re spotting for each other. Knox is just talking as they lift. As I make my way through the gym, I’m aware I’m being looked at. It’s not too much of a surprise. I’m wearing a shit-ton of ink on my body, but today I’m guessing it’s more likely to be the slim collar I’m wearing. It was the way Saint decided to make his claim on me visible. I told him it was a bit too much, but seeing as pleasing him is my favourite thing, other than sucking his cock obviously, I let him put it on me.
When I get close enough, I raise my hand. “Hey, Knox. Are you ready?”
When he turns, he smiles, his gaze on my neck. A chuckle forms, and he says something to the others and walks over. “Are you feeling a little rusty? We haven’t done this for a while.”
I relax. I hadn’t realised I was nervous about seeing him. Kip’s visit to see Saint upset both of us. I don’t want to speak to Kip and hope he stays away. When Saint filled me in, I wasn’t sure which of us was more offended. “I think a refresher is a good idea, along with a lot of warming up. I had a four-hour session this afternoon. A back piece that had me bent over for too long.”
“No problem.” We go to the small individual workout rooms, and in minutes, we’re stretching out, and my muscles groan as they extend and loosen up.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
Knox has me blocking him, moving me quickly through each of the movements I’ve practised over and over. It quickly wakes up my instincts, and I have him on his back more than a few times. With a groan from going over my shoulder and landing on the flat of his back, he calls it quits for the night. “I give up.” His hands come up, making me laugh.
“I need to practice this with Saint. I’d love to see if I can get him on his back.” I hold out my hand for him and help him back on his feet.
“I’d like to see that. Maybe he can pick you up one night and you can try. Is he coming tonight?"
I shake my head. “No, I don’t think so. He’s got a late night at the shop.” I decide to bring up the collar. “Thank you for not commenting on this. Saint is getting very protective over me.”
“Look, Noah, I know I told the fam about you two, and I probably shouldn’t have. But I’m pleased for you both. Saint is different with you than any other sub I’ve seen him with. He’s more relaxed. No doubt he’s still a Dom, but it’s more natural, fluid with you. Equally, I can see how easy it is for you. I don’t doubt that even without TPE, you both stay Dom and sub all the time.”
Pride swells in my chest, he has got our relationship perfectly. “We do. I don’t call him Sir when we’re with clients. But he is always my Dom.” I sigh, wondering if I should bring it up. “I wish Kip could see it the way you do.”
Knox doesn’t ask why. Kip has spoken to the others about us. Which is another reason to be annoyed with him. I hate it—these people have done so much for me. I don’t want to seem ungrateful. “Talk to Kip, let him know how you feel.”
I’m not sure that’s a good idea, not without Saint, so I shrug. “Maybe another time. Thanks for tonight, I needed it. Can you make it next week?”
With my shorts swapped for my sweats, I give Knox a hug and walk out of the gym. I’m not surprised to see Saint’s truck parked at the front, but he’s not in it. He’s leaning against the tailgate, talking to Royal. It’s Royal that sees me first and gives me a head nod. Saint turns to look, and the expression on his face nearly has me on my knees. He loves me, there’s no doubting it.
