Page 14 of Christmas with Four Tattoo Artists

Julia

Still buzzing with adrenaline and tequila, I stood outside with the four of them on the brightly lit Miami street. The cool December air was a delicious contrast to the fiery heat building within me. The streets were alive with the sounds of nightlife, and I couldn't help but grin as I felt four pairs of eyes on me, their attention heating my skin more effectively than the warmest flame.

There we were, a ragtag bunch under the dimly lit exterior of The Razor’s Edge, still glowing from the buzz of the night's revelry and the tacit promise of what was yet to come. Suddenly, the thrilling question of where we would extend our evening unfurled between us.

"We could go to my place," Andrew offered, his deep voice sending ripples of excitement down my spine. "I always have good whiskey on hand.”

"Whiskey?" I laughed, nudging him with my elbow. "I'm already hot enough without adding fire water to the mix." I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth.

Kai, the eternal flirt, flashed me a devilish grin. "Well, my place has a pool..."

"Kai, it's December," Finn interjected with an amused eye roll. "Even in Miami, a midnight swim sounds cold."

"We could always heat things up,” Kai returned, his tone playfully suggestive, and I couldn't help but blush.

I looked at them, four intoxicating men who had chosen me, and said, "How about my place? It's just a block away. It’s small, but comfy.”

The men exchanged glances, and then all eyes were on me again. They all nodded approval, ready to follow my lead. The anticipation was evident, a sweet promise hanging in the cool Miami night.

Walking down the street flanked by four incredible men felt more surreal than anything I'd ever experienced. Each step was a moment in a dream from which I hoped never to wake from. Their towering forms on either side made me feel cherished, desired, and unbelievably powerful. The hum of the city faded into a background buzz, punctuated by the distant laughter of late-night revelers and the soft roar of cars and motorcycles cruising down the street.

December in Miami had its own kind of magic. The holiday spirit was alive in the cool air, vibrant and seductive. Storefronts were aglow with twinkling lights and tinsel-strewn windows, while palm trees lining the street were dressed in festive finery, blinking fairy lights wrapped around their tall, slender trunks. Each illuminated decoration we passed added to the captivating ambiance of the night, a stirring contrast to the darkened sky.

My apartment building loomed up ahead, a four-story art deco structure with faded brickwork that had seen better days. Not a palace, but it was home. I unlocked the front door, leading the guys up the common stairs and finally into my small but cozy living area. It was modest—full of second-hand furniture and lined with bookshelves that housed my eclectic mix of novels—but it was clean and welcoming. The lights from the nightlife below filtered through the blinds, illuminating my safe haven in a neon glow.

Andrew whistled low, appreciatively. "You've got a nice place here, Jules."

As I shrugged out of my jacket, I glanced back at the guys, their presence transforming the room into a space that crackled with an energy it’d never known before. It felt like a dream come true, literally, seeing them standing in my living room.

I was on the precipice of a delicious plunge into the unknown. As I turned to face my guests, the men I'd fantasized about for the past few months, my pulse raced with a mix of fear and desire. The smile that played on my lips was part challenge, part invitation.

"So… welcome to my humble abode, gentlemen. Make yourselves at home. Can I get anyone a drink?" I offered, trying to steady my shaking hands, finding myself more nervous than I’d anticipated.

Kai, his eyes hooded with desire, stepped closer. When he spoke, his voice was a husky murmur that made my knees weak. "All I’m craving, Jules, is you."

My breath hitched, and I struggled to compose myself.

Reality took hold, and I tried to wrap my head around it, around how it would all work.

"Listen. I want to do this but, I mean, four of you at once?" I stammered, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "Isn't that a bit... I mean,how?"

The guys shared a look, grinning as they picked up on my apprehension.

“We had a feeling you might be a little overwhelmed when it came time to pull the trigger,” James said. “So, we have an idea.”

"How’s this sound," Finn began, stepping forward, his voice low and reassuring. "Why don't you pick one of us for tonight, and the rest of us will just enjoy the view?"

I stared at them blankly, my mind whirling. It was a fantasy I'd harbored for the longest time but never thought would actually come true. Standing there in the midst of those four gorgeous men, the offer was just too tempting to resist. A thrill of delight surged through me as I considered my options.

“And you’re all okay with that?”

James grinned. “Trust me, we know how to share. Not to mention, anticipation only makes things hotter.”

I took a deep breath. "Okay," I said, finally finding my voice. "I think I can do that."

Just as I was about to voice my choice, Kai decided to tip the scales in his favor. With a smug grin, he pulled off his shirt, revealing a magnificent canvas of art. His torso was a masterpiece of ink and muscle, heat spreading from my pussy at the sight of him.

I laughed, thoroughly entertained by his boldness. But for reasons I couldn’t quite explain, it was Finn I was more drawn to. The silent strength in his gaze, the promise of protective care in his touch—it was irresistible. I turned to Kai, unable to suppress a cheeky grin.

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