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“Let’s hope he doesn’t do a Brody on you,” she says snidely.

“Anna! What is wrong with you? What have I done? Look, I have to go. Maybe call me back when you get that stick out of your ass and want to be my friend again. Because I’ve had enough of this shit from you.” I cut the call, beating my hands against the steering wheel in annoyance. As pissed off as I am, just the thought of being in Jax’s arms in a minute brings a smile to my face. Screw what Anna thinks, or anyone else for that matter.

As I kick off my heels in the hall, the sound of a persistent buzzing reaches my ears from the dining room. Intrigue gets the better of me. Knowing Jax, I could be walking into anything.

I stop in my tracks, mesmerized by the unwavering dedication on Jax's face as he skillfully tattoos what looks like the entire back of his hand.

“What’s going on here?” I ask, not hiding the amusement in my tone.

As I approach him, I’m almost blown away by the gorgeous art he’s created on himself. With a grin, he lifts the needle from his skin and meets my gaze.

“Do you like it?”

My mouth falls open as I take in the sight of a stunning tiger, its black and white ink giving it a strikingly realistic appearance. Leaning over him, I rest my palm on his shoulder to get a closer look.

“Jax, that is beautiful. You’re so talented! You never told me?” I blink a few times in shock.

“Wait, is that mine and Maeve’s names?” I ask, knowing full well what I’m staring at. Mine is running down his thumb and Maeve’s just above his knuckles, all blended into the background of the tiger.

“Damn right. On my skin forever.”

“I love it.” I press a kiss to the side of his head.

“I’ve still got a bit of work to do on it, but it’s my best work yet,” he says proudly.

“So, you’re also a tattoo artist?”

He snorts. “No. Me and Kai, we learned when we were younger. Kai’s dad had his own shop. He taught us. Kai did most of mine. I did all of his.”

He pulls up his shorts, revealing his thick thigh and points to a small skull smoking a joint. “That was his first attempt. Fucking awful,” he chuckles.

Jax doesn’t mention Kai’s name much. All I know is he died a couple of years ago, and he was like a brother to him. I know enough about grief to not push him. He will talk when he’s ready to.

“It’s different. Looks like he got better, though.” I tap his shoulder at a perfect set of boxing gloves.

He nods and swallows hard, making his Adam’s apple bob.

I fiddle with the necklace, and an idea springs to mind. “Hey, Jax?”

He places the gun down on the table and turns to face me, his thighs on either side of my legs. “Yes, baby.”

“I want one.”

“A tattoo?”

I nod. Is this going to hurt?

“Shit, are you telling me I get to be the first one to ink your pretty virgin skin?” he says with a smirk.

“Hey, if you’re not going to take it seriously, I’ll go to another shop and let a guy put his hands—” I lean in, brushing my lips on the shell of his ear. “All. Over. Me.”

A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within him. As he pulls me closer, his fingers firmly grip my waist, igniting a surge of desire.

“I think the fuck not. I’ll do it.”

I tap his cheek, looking down at him. “Good boy.”

I can't help but notice the way he bites down on his lip, a gesture that makes me squeeze my thighs together. How is he so hot?