“Is none of my damn business,” she said quietly. “But it is yours.” She looked at me plainly, smiling. “Look, this isn’t the rest of the world. This is Blackthorn. No one cares about what I totally ‘didn’t’ just see.” She snorted. “I mean shit, look at me! You seriously think I’m going to judge you for… well,” she grinned. “What I didn’t just see?”

  “No, I know, I just…” I sighed, slumping against the bar and shoving my fingers through my hair before I turned to her. “How do you do it?”

  “All the time, and usually with screaming orgasms at the end?”

  I blushed furiously, and Stella hooted, grinning at me.

  “I’m kidding.” She frowned. “Well, no, I’m not. But you know what I mean. You mean how do I do it, being with both of them?”

  I nodded.

  “Easy. Because I love them both. Plain and simple. And because of that, I honestly don’t care what people think of it. That said, the only flack I ever hear is from older, stuck-in-their-ways types…” she nodded at the half-drunk old guy across the bar. “And people like that just don’t know what to make of it. So who cares what they think?”

  “Yeah,” I muttered. “There’s just this… like a block. You know? Like if I was going to be with…” I bit my lip, leaning closer. “You know, both of them, then people would talk or something.”

  “You mean that people would think of you as some kind of slut because you like having sex with two amazing guys who worship you in and out of bed and who you’re crazy about?”

  She shrugged, her nose wrinkling.

  “Kennedy, fuck those people. For one, I fail to see how sex in a committed relationship, even if that relationship is three not two people, is anyone’s definition of slutty. And for two, who cares if it is?” She shrugged. “That’s how I look at it anyways. It’s your life, Kennedy. Live it.”

  The bartender came over and got our order, chuckled as I mentioned the extra cherries in the Shirley Temple.

  “Look, you want my advice, from someone who’s living what you’re worried about every day?”

  I nodded.

  “Just live it, girl. And of all places, Blackthorn? With the amazing people who live here?” She smiled. “Just live it with confidence, and no one’s going to bat an eye. Trust me on that.”

  I smiled, shaking my head. “You make it sound like an easy choice.”

  She snorted. “Kennedy, we’re talking about ‘accepting’ the fact that two hot guys are head over heels for you and want to share you between them without any reservations, hang-ups, or jealousy. Hell yeah it’s an easy choice,” she giggled. Her laugh was contagious, and pretty soon, I was giggling right along as we headed back with drinks to the four guys at the pool table—Stella’s twins, and my tattooist outlaws.

  And this time, I wasn’t scared anymore. I wasn’t worried what it all meant, or about the unknowns. No one knew the unknowns, after all. What I did know was that I was really into both of them. I knew that they clearly weren’t about to start punching each other over me.

  I knew that being with them made me feel safer and more complete than I’d ever felt before. And I knew coming with them both had been the most amazing feeling I’d ever felt in my life.

  Stella really was right. Who did care what people thought?

  I marched right up to them, pressed a drink into both of their hands, and before they could say a thing, I’d leaned up, flung an arm around Caleb, and tugged him in for a long, slow kiss.

  I pulled back, and without even missing a beat, I turned and did the same to Landon, kissing him until my toes curled and his hands came dangerously close to actually slipping under my clothes right there in the bar.

  I pulled back, my face flushed with excitement, and the thrill of being open about this.

  “You know what?” Landon purred, his finger teasing across my hip as Caleb did the same on my other side.

  “What?”

  “I think pool can wait.”

  I swallowed, my body tingling.

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah,” Caleb grinned. “Actually, I’ve got a better idea than pool.”

  “And I’m dying to know,” I panted, trembling as they both moved in close to me.

  “Guys,” Landon growled, barely glancing at Austin and Dallas. “Gonna have to postpone this game.”

  Austin chuckled, setting his pool cue down. “I think that’s a good idea. Another time.”

  “Have fun,” Stella grinned, winking at me as I blushed.

  My heart pounded as I held both Landon and Caleb’s hands as we left the bar, stepping back out into the night.

  “So…”

  “C’mon,” Landon growled quietly, tugging at my hand. “We want to show you something.”

  I raised a brow. “Some thing, or two somethings.”

  My face went crimson the second I said.

  “Dirty girl,” Caleb purred, making a tsking sound. “Wrong, but trust me, you’re going to like this.”

  I fake-pouted. “Wrong?”

  “Angel,” Landon growled into my ear, making me shiver. “Don’t think for a second that we aren’t going to tear those panties of yours off all over again later and make you fucking scream for us.”

  I gasped as Caleb scooped me up into his arms, the three of us stepping into the night.

  12

  Kennedy

  The shop went pitch black for a second when the door closed, and I felt my pulse skip. But then Landon clicked on some overhead lights turned low, and the tattoo parlor became illuminated.

  I’d walked past it before, though I’d never been inside. But looking around then, I wish I had. I’d imagined tattoo shops being cold and sterile places with tacky flash-art or pictures of nude girls up on the wall. But Outlaw Ink was something else entirely. Exposed brick walls, gorgeous, lush middle-eastern rugs across the hardwood floor, and lots of house plants potted and hanging all over the place. The big old factory windows were sealed shut with the roll-down shutters for the night, and with just a few low lamps on, the place was just cozy.

  My eyes danced over the walls, seeing framed sketches and paintings and intricate designs instead of the usual flash tattoos of Tweety Bird or topless chicks. Over to one side, they had a small kitchen, with this incredibly comfy looking sitting area full of low, cushioned chairs, a leather chesterfield sofa, stuffed ottomans, and even pillows on the carpeted floor.

  “This place is gorgeous,” I breathed, shaking my head as I took in their shop.

  “Thanks,” Caleb grinned, his hand trailing across the small of my back as he moved past me towards one of the two workstations.

  “The plants are all this guy,” he nodded his chin at Landon, who just shrugged.

  “But the plants aren’t what I wanted to show you.”

  He gestured me over to his work station, pulling out sketchpad from a drawer.

  “Here.”

  I leaned against the work table and took the book from his hands, my eyes flitting over the open page.

  “Wow,” I blinked, staring at the gorgeous, intricate lines across the page. It looked like delicate little vines, with tiny blossoms full of insane detail that teased across the canvas.

  “Caleb, this is amazing.”

  He grinned, nodding past me as Landon walked over with another sketchbook. “That one too.”

  Landon’s drawing took my breath away just as fast. The page was filled with this insanely hyper-realistic cat curled around itself batting at a floating rose petal.

  “You guys are seriously good!” My jaw dropped as I looked back and forth between the two sketch pads.

  “So, not just two pretty faces, huh?”

  I giggled, biting my lip as the two of them pulled close. Both leaned in, nuzzling my neck as I murmured and gasped quietly, my eyes fluttering shut.

  “They’re ideas for your cover up,” Landon murmured. My eyes flew open.

  “Seriously?”

  He shrugged. “Yeah, just ideas. I mean someday, if you ever wanted to—”

  “How about now?”

  The room went quiet, and the two of them blinked in surprise.

  No, I wasn’t drunk. Just alive. Okay, I was slightly drunk, but not in a bad decisions way. More like a “just enough for me to have the courage for this” kind of way.

  Caleb and Landon glanced at each other.

  “Kennedy—”

  “I’m serious,” I said quietly. “Something that mixes both of these would be perfect, and I can’t think of two better artists.”

  Landon cleared his throat. “Angel, what if we come up with a joint sketch, and then later this week or something you can come down and—”

  “Later this week, I’ll chicken out, and then I’ll regret not getting this when I was here and feeling brave.”

  “You mean drunk,” Caleb arched a brow at me.

  “Not drunk,” I shook my head, stepping closer to him. “Just ready. Just… I don’t know, feeling alive. And I really do want this.”

  He nodded slowly, glancing at Landon, who took a deep breath and then nodded back.

  I grinned slowly as the both of them cleared their throats.

  “Give us a few minutes to come up with something, alright?”

  I beamed, flinging my arms around each of them and kissing them both. Landon and Caleb went off to a back table and started sketching and talking to each other animatedly while I sank into one of the huge easy chairs in the hang-out area drinking a bottle of water. I could hear the two of them going back and forth, making changes, tracing parts of the original sketches, and swearing under their breaths, until finally, about forty minutes later. I looked up from the magazine I’d been reading to see them walking back over.

  “Okay, this is just a first round. You can make any changes you—”

  “I love it.”

  My voice was quiet, my jaw dropped as I stared at the line drawing in front of me. It was perfect—a mix of both of them, and of both their drawings, while at the same time screaming “me.”

  The design would wrap around my right hip and thigh, with elements of the vines and flowers delicately teasing down my bikini line with a little blossom covering my badly-outlined cat. Landon’s cat, however, was part of the thigh element of the design—this adorable kitten chasing a falling petal tangled inside flower vines. The whole thing was crazy detailed, with thin, feminine lines, delicate details, and this almost lace-looking effect left me speechless.

  “Yes,” I breathed, nodding quickly before my eyes danced back to theirs. “Very, very yes.”

  “It’s a big piece, angel,” Caleb growled. “Are you sure you—”

  “Entirely, yes.”

  Slowly, he grinned. “Well shit, should we do this?”

  My brow went up. “We?”

  Landon smiled. “We’re both going to work on you. It’s faster and less taxing on the hands, and we’ve got the same style anyways. So, we’ll do it together,” he grinned wickedly at me. “If you think you can take it.”

  I bit my lip, the innuendo plain in his words.

  “Didn’t I already prove that?”

  Caleb chuckled, and Landon growled, his eyes flashing as he leaned in to kiss me slowly.

  “You ready?”

  “Let’s do this.”

  * * *

  I shivered as Caleb pulled the stencil away, leaving the design printed across my skin in the purple ink that’d show them where to tattoo. Landon’s hands slid up my bare thigh, sending heat through me as the both of them leaned in close.

  “Yeah, that’s perfect, man,” he grunted at Caleb’s positioning work before turning to me. “You ready, angel?”

  I nodded. Okay, I was nervous as hell. But seeing the design inked on my skin, curling delicately around my hip and teasing down the outside of my thigh had me excited too.

  “Ready.”

  Their hands moved over me and I fought the urge to moan. I hadn’t expected it, but there was something almost erotic about what was about to happen. I was sitting in Landon’s tattoo chair in just a shirt, naked from the waist down. At first, I was going to keep my panties on, but the elastic cut across where the tattoo would curl up my hip, so I’d taken them off. Now, I was bare and nude for their eyes as they both hovered right above me.

  Caleb rolled me slightly, putting a pillow under my butt to get me in the right position before he nodded again.

  “This might sting.”

  “I can take it.”

  “Good girl,” he growled. His tattoo gun buzzed to life, followed by Landon’s, who was leaning across me from the left. And slowly, the both of them moved in to the stenciled design.

  I cried out at the first contact from both needles, but I shook my head when they started to pull away.

  “No, keep going.”

  They nodded, jaws tight and eyes focused as they leaned in and kept going. There was pain, and heat, but as they started to trace over my skin, this naughty, teasingly erotic feeling slid over me. Two rough, gorgeous men, hovering over me inches away from my bare pussy. It was pain and pleasure, swirling together in this teasing, aching way that had my whole body tingling with something primal and fierce.

  Hands slid over my skin, breath teased against me. The pain started to fade, and when it was just this buzzing heat tingling through my skin, I could feel my body reacting.

  …And not in the way I’d ever expected.

  My skin tingled, and I could feel the heat pulsing deep in my core. Landon’s hand held me fast, his fingers right on the edge on my hip. Caleb’s fingers brushed across my inner thigh, his tattoo gun buzzing over my skin as I bit my bottom lip.

  The moan caught in my throat.

  God, I was getting turned on. Very, very turned on. I could feel it all buzzing through my body, and when my nipples started to pucker into hard little nubs, it took everything I had not to bring a hand up to tease them. The throbbing buzz inside of me pooled heat between my thighs, and I fought back against the urge to squeeze my legs together.

  And I was wet. I could feel it, this slick heat teasing through my pussy as the needles etched across my skin. Both men pulled back for one second, and I took the opportunity to shift, something fluttering inside of me as my core tightened and my pussy clenched. They leaned back over, and I blushed, sure that they could see my wetness glistening on my lips.

  But they just kept going, and the heat just kept building inside of me.

  Pain mixed with pleasure, my skin burned and yet also yearned for more of their touch. Landon exhaled, his breath teasing across my pubic mound and making me gasp quietly. I knew he saw it, too, but he just kept going, even if I could see the restraint rippling in his jaw, his eyes fighting to stay focused on the tattoo and not the heat from between my legs.

  When Caleb moved to do the cover-up right next to my pussy, I know he saw how wet I was. His fingers teased across my skin, stroking me there and making me whimper softly, the pain of the tattoo gun on the sensitive skin forgotten as I melted under his touch.

  I lost all sense of time, but at some point, they pulled away, and the buzzing tattoo guns went silent. I didn’t realize I was panting and clutching at the armrest of the chair until they stopped.

  “Hang on one sec, angel,” Caleb murmured. A cool cloth slid over my skin, soothing the burn there.

  “We’ll do the shading another time, but, damn,” he whirled, grinning at their work. “This came out amazing, I gotta say. Let me wrap it up and—”

  “Before I see it? Yeah right!”

  They both chuckled, and Landon helped me up as my eyes slid down my side.

  My breath caught.

  It was gorgeous. The soft, delicate lines of their work trailed over my skin almost like they’d been painted on with a feather. Flower petals and vines swirled over my hip, the small kitten playing with the blossom tangled in them on my thigh, and this gorgeous rose blossom poised right next to my bare, slick, glistening wet lips, covering the old tattoo.

  I shook my head, not even able to find words.

  “It’s… it’s…” I blinked. “It’s perfect.”

  Landon grinned, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “In all seriousness, this might be our best work ever.”

  “That or it’s just that the canvas is fucking perfect,” Caleb murmured, leaning in to kiss my neck. He rubbed the tattoo with the cloth again before he reached for the dressing.

  “We do need to get it covered so it stays sterile though.”

  I nodded, just staring in awe at the new ink on my skin as they both cleaned it, covered it in gauze, and then wrapped the whole area in a plastic wrap. And between the experience I’d just gone through, and the buzzing the tattoo guns had teased through me, and their hands on me, and now the way they were stroking my skin as they dressed the tattoo, I was so, so wet.

  Landon gently moved my leg to help get the final pieces of tape on right, spreading my legs. But this time, when he was done, his eyes slid right to my pussy, and a low groan caught in his throat. I blushed, moving to close my legs. But when both his hand and Caleb’s stopped me, I whimpered, my eyes darting between them.

  “I—the buzzing, I guess,” I said quietly, heat pulsing through me as I felt both their eyes slide over my nakedness.

  “Pain can be pleasure,” Caleb growled.

  “Maybe you just need some more soothing after all of that,” Landon groaned, his hand tightening on my thigh. He pulled spreading my legs wider as the heat began to build inside of me. I could feel myself opening up for their hungry eyes, my lips spreading. God I was so wet I could feel my arousal trickling down over my ass, glistening in the low light.

  Landon moved in, lowering his head. His eyes slid to mine and he groaned, moving closer.

  “That what you need, angel? Something to soothe the ache?”

  I whimpered, nodding.

  “Yes please,” I gasped quietly.

  He moved in, and when his tongue dragged across my slick, wet, eager pussy, I cried out. Caleb turned me, crushing his lips to mine, and I kissed him hungrily as Landon’s wicked tongue dragged up and down my slit. He pushed his tongue deep, easing it in and out and making me whimper into Caleb’s kiss. He teased higher, batting my clit with the tip of his tongue and swirling it around the aching nub as my whole body trembled with pleasure.

 

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