Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
My cock jumped as Nico’s thrusting hit my spot, and I grabbed for the wall again.
“Fuck, baby. Right there. Gonna come.” I gasped.
His inked hand came around to clamp over my mouth just as I opened it to shout his name. I felt his teeth grab into the skin at the base of my neck, and I sucked in a breath at the slight jab of pain. For some reason the sensation caused my dick to jump again and more come spilled out.
Nico’s cock twitched inside me as he finished releasing, and his warm arms came around me strong and tight.
“I love you so much,” he said quietly as he caught his breath.
“Does that mean you might agree to marry me some day?” I asked, knowing what his answer would be. I’d already brought it up before and noticed him blush deep red every time I did it.
“No,” he said.
“Liar.” I snorted, knowing with one hundred percent certainty we would be together forever.
I turned around to face him while he removed the condom, tied it off, and stuck it in a pocket. Instead of putting my arms around him, I reached under the hem of his shirt to warm my cold hands on his warm belly.
Nico sucked in a breath. “God, we should go inside. Your fingers are fucking freezing.”
I ignored him and ran my hands up his chest to take advantage of his warmth. “That’s what I have you for. To warm up my cold skin.”
Nico’s lips widened into a grin as his sparkling blue-green eyes met mine. “Speaking of your skin… I was wondering if you’d let me give you some ink.”
My heart kicked up with excitement. I’d never gotten a tattoo before, but I’d known being with Nico meant it was only a matter of time.
“What exactly did you have in mind, Nicopotamus?” I teased.
“That’s not a thing. Just because Felix got drunk and stupid, doesn’t make that a thing now,” he said with an adorable pout.
“Hmm, I’ll take that into consideration. Back to the ink. Continue.”
His grin returned. “The design I have in mind is circular in nature. It goes around some very delicate skin and might hurt like a bitch. But I know a doctor who can get his hands on some decent painkillers if you really need them.”
Fuck. He wanted to tattoo my dick. No way.
“Nico, if you think I’m going to let you put needle near my—”
He was laughing before I could get the word out. “No, West. God. Not that. Not your precious tongue depressor. I was thinking more about one of those talented doctor fingers I like so much.”
“You want to tattoo my fingers?” I pictured knuckle sets and wondered what mine would be.
L-I-V-E L-O-N-G
S-T-A-Y W-E-L-L
B-I-T-E D-O-W-N
P-L-S C-O-U-G-H
F-L-U-E S-H-O-T
L-O-L-L-I-P-O-P
“What are you doing?” Nico asked.
“Wondering what knuckle tatts I should get. Any ideas?” I asked.
“Um, West, babe… I was not picturing you with a knuckle set. I was thinking more along the lines of a simple band of ink around the third finger of your left hand.”
I blinked at him.
“I mean, not… It doesn’t have to be anytime soon or whatever. Just maybe someday. If you want…” He blew out a loud breath, his exhale clouding in the cold air. “Never mind.”
“Oh thank god,” I said with a giant sigh of relief. “For a minute there I thought you wanted me to get something epic that would require, like, a serious commitment. But a slim band on one little old finger? Pfft. No problem.”
I smirked at the cutie, waiting for him to realize what I was saying.
“Really?”
“Is there room for you to get one too so we can be twinsies?” I teased.
“Shut up, jackass. I’m being serious.”
I leaned down until our foreheads were pressed together. “Nico Salerno, that permanent ink has been in my skin already for weeks. If you’d like to make it visible to everyone else, I’d be more than happy to do that as soon as we wake up tomorrow. Just say the word, and I’m there. I love you. And you’re the sweetest fucking thing in the entire world. The minute I can show you off as mine forever, I’ll be the happiest man alive.”
Nico’s face widened into a grin. “Sweet talker. Have you been sipping from Felix’s cup?”
“No, but I do like how your hair is rainbowy more,” I said, running my fingers through it.
“Thank you for loving me the way I am, West.”