Page 70 of Little Devil

“Shaving you,” I say simply, laughing lightly when she scrunches her nose in confusion. “Relax, princess, it’s just a couple baby hairs.”

She sinks back into the pillows and I busy myself getting ready, pausing to look up at her with the needle hovering over her pure, untouched flesh. She nods eagerly and I get to work, enjoying the consistent buzz of the gun in my ears while I mark her with my ink.

“Ow, you fucker!” she bites out, digging her black nails into her palm while she struggles to keep still. “That hurts more than a little bit, Xan. Jesus, fuck.”

I chuckle and wipe the blood away, gently running my thumb over the four half moon shaped indents on the inside of her hand. “You want me to stop?”

She winces but shakes her head, taking a long breath to ready herself. “No, it’s okay. Keep going.”

I smile to myself and dip my head to do as I’m told, holding her wrist steady with my free hand while I do the only thing I’m good at. She winces again when I get to the shading and covers her face with her forearm, her toes curling into the mattress beside me. Other than that, though, she doesn’t make a sound, which is pretty damn impressive considering this is one of the most painful places to get a tattoo.

“Good girl,” I praise, wiping it down again before I finish the last part. “Okay, baby, you’re done.”

She releases the breath she’s been holding and lifts her head to look at it, biting down on her bottom lip to hide that sexy little grin on her face. I’ll give her something bigger when she’s sober if that’s what she really wants, but for now I’ve kept it small and simple – a blacked out, faceless version of the purple devil emoji.

“You like it?”

She nods and sits up to take my face in her hands, moving towards me on her knees to pull my mouth up to hers. “How good are you at tattooing yourself?”

I smirk at that, squeezing her bare ass to pull her into me. She sits down on the edge of the bed beside me and I switch my needle out for a clean one, quickly prepping my skin the same way I did hers just now. I start on my outline and hold her wrist out next to mine, bouncing my eyes between the two to ensure they match in size. As soon as I get done with it, she grins like a kid in a candy shop and grabs her camera from her purse, linking our little fingers together while she snaps a picture of them side by side.

“Are you gonna hate me for this in the morning?” I ask, tipping her chin up to search her eyes.

“Maybe a little bit,” she teases, gently pulling on my lips with her teeth. “Can I have some more beer now?”

I laugh and snatch her waist to lie her down across my lap, taking my drink from the nightstand to pass it to her. “You can have whatever the fuck you want, baby girl.”

28

Jordyn

I wake up the next morning with a headache from hell and a wrap on my left wrist, my eyelids sticking together while I lift my head to look around.

“Xan?” I croak out, frowning to myself when I realize the light flooding through the windows is physically painful to look at.

I’m never drinking again.

His quiet laugh rings out from somewhere beside me and I look up, smiling like an idiot when I find him sitting down on the edge of the bed with a coffee in one hand and two white pills in the other. I take the pills without asking what they are and swallow them down, sitting up against the headboard to sip my coffee.

“Where did you go?”

“I had to feed Bear and take him out for a walk,” he explains, lying down on his front between my legs to rest his chin on my stomach.

“Already?” I ask, a little offended he didn’t ask me to go with him. “What time is it?”

“Almost ten thirty.”

“What? Why didn’t you wake me up yet?”

“I tried,” he chuckles. “You shoved my head away and said no, asshole, my fucking brain hurts.”

I roll my lips to hide a grin and he lifts my shirt up to my waist, dipping his head to kiss his way from my navel to my hip bone. My body feels like shit but I still revel in the attention, lazily running my fingers through his hair to keep him there.

“Travis and Kian are going for breakfast at Lucky’s in a minute,” he tells me. “You wanna go?”

I moan my agreement and lift my mug to my lips, turning my wrist over to show him the ink there. “Can I get this wet yet? I need to take a shower.”

“Yeah, just don’t put it directly under the water and try not to get too much soap on it.”

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