Page 25 of Tinsel and Teasing

She closes her eyes for a second, takes a deep breath, and says, “Actually, your grandma is wise. Love makes all the difference. That’s what my grandma didn’t know about. It’s why she cautioned me that men only want one thing. But she never got the chance to meet amazing men like you.”

“I’m sorry about your grandma,” Luke says.

“It’s okay. She lived a good life. Made the most out of what she had. And maybe it’s because of her that I found you three. I wasn’t ready to say this sooner, but I love you. All three of you. That’s what I needed to tell you.”

We rush around her chair and hug her as tightly as possible without spilling the cocoa she has both hands wrapped around. My heart’s about to explode with happiness.

“Have you taken a pregnancy test yet?” Knox asks. Nothing like getting right to the point.

She shakes her head.

Realizing there’s no perfect time to tell someone their name is on your cock, and wanting to remove any fear she has that I’m fully invested in her, I go for it. “Before you take one, I want to remove all shadow of a doubt that I’m fully committed to you.”

“What more can you say? You’re offering everything I could want. Even the best cocoa ever.”

“Don’t ever think that because of what I’ve done online, I have anyone but you in my heart.” Standing and tucking my thumbs into my sweats, I shove my pants down to mid-thigh. Too soon. I meant to explain the tattoo first.

Isadora spews the cocoa she’s sipping and they all gawk at my penis.

Seventeen

Isadora

Isadoracovershermouthand sets the cup down. “I’m choosing not to think about how this happened. Does anyone else have one of these?”

Luke grabs a napkin and wipes the spray while he and Knox explain that this is the first they knew of Clyde’s tattoo.

“Hands down, that has to be the most sincere and the craziest gift anyone’s ever given me.” I’m not sure how giving a blowjob to my name is going to feel, but I guess I’ll have other things on my mind while we’re intimate.

He pulls his pants up after we inspect the tattoo, and says, “I have another surprise.”

Gathered around the tree they didn’t have last time I was here, Luke scoffs, “Anything you come up with after a cock tattoo is going to be anti-climactic. You probably should have led with this other surprise.”

“No, it had to go in this order.” Clyde reaches behind the tree and pulls out three envelopes without names so they must all be the same. He doles one out to each of us. The guys flip them over and open them with as much curiosity as I have.

A gift certificate for a tattoo. My stomach knots. Crazy thoughts run through my mind as I nervously glance at Knox and Luke’s envelopes, which they’re also pulling tattoo certificates out of. I meet Clyde’s gaze. He’s beaming with pride.

I don’t want to cut him down and tell him that I am not putting anyone’s name on my lady bits, but before I can get a word out, Knox gives a very clear, “Hell no, man.”

He shifts his eyes to me. “I love you Isadora, but there ain’t no way I’m letting someone poke needles in my dick.”

“Fair enough, because I’m not keen on getting three names down there. The boob, the butt, maybe. But no, not the sensitive bits.”

Luke waves his certificate. “Yeah, Clyde, I think you’re the only one of us that’s crazy enough to get a tattoo like that. You’re on your own, man.”

Clyde busts out laughing. “I had a feeling that would be the case. I’m not asking anyone to go to the same lengths as me. What I’m proposing is that we tattoo wedding rings.”

Clyde grabs one more envelope from behind the tree. “One for me too. Is everybody in?”

He opens the envelope he’s holding and pulls out pictures of lock and key tattoos that people have gotten as rings.

“Oh my God, I love it, Clyde. That’s amazing. Yes, I’ll do it.” This may be the weirdest proposal ever, and just as I’m realizing I should make it clear that I will marry all of them, not just Clyde, he studies the paper.

“And right here…” He points at a drawing of the tattoo and holds it closer to me.

What the heck? It says LICK across the top. “Why does it say lick?”

What kind of perverted hell am I agreeing to? And why does this perverted hell feel so perfect? I’ve missed them so badly since I stormed out that day. Being away from them didn’t make life easier. It got harder day by day, as I slowly worked through the myriad of emotions and potential changes in my plans.

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