Page 65 of El Malo
I shake his hand and let out a nervous giggle when he kisses the back of my hand. “Nice to meet you, Facundo.”
He releases me and then holds his hands in the air. “What’ll it be?”
“I want a neck tattoo right here,” Javier tells him and drags his finger along his flesh that is unmarred by ink. “Want anything, Rosa?”
I want to prove my loyalty to him, but I have a few questions.
“Maybe…” I murmur, chewing on my bottom lip.
Javier smirks at me. “Think about it, mami. I’m going to take a piss. Don’t let her out of your sight and keep her safe.”
Facundo nods. “Yep.”
As soon as he’s gone, I rush out with a million different questions for Facundo. He’s very professional and answers them all honestly. My nerves take a backseat.
“Are you sure it’s safe?” I ask again.
He chuckles. “Positively. No te preocupes, cariño.” Don’t worry, sweetheart.
Javier emerges from the bathroom, drying his hands with a paper towel. He tosses the trash and then unbuttons his shirt. Before he peels it away, I stop him.
“I’m going first,” I tell him bravely. “Facundo is going to tattoo me.”
Javier’s brows lift in surprise. “Is that so, manzanita? Are you sure? Tattoos are a lifelong commitment.”
I snort. “Okay, Dad.”
His grin is wolfish. “Call me daddy and you can have whatever you want.”
“You two are kinky as fuck, aren’t you?” Facundo asks. “Muy caliente.” So hot. “Sit there, Javi, and she’s going to straddle you. It’ll make it easier for what she wants.”
Javier obliges and sits down on the bench that’s at a forty-five degree angle. I straddle his narrow waist and run my palms up his now bare chest. His shirt hangs from the side, but all his muscled tattooed goodness is available for my touch.
“Take your dress off,” Facundo commands. “It’ll just get in the way.”
Javier’s eyes are laser sharp as he watches me peel away my dress in front of another man. Facundo seems uninterested behind me as he readies his supplies. Javier pulls me against him so my bare breasts smash against his smooth flesh. I rest my ear on his chest, loving how I can hear the steady beat of his heart. Behind me, I feel Facundo pushing down my panties some with his latex gloved hands. Then, he starts cleaning the area. I close my eyes and breathe through my fraying nerves.
This is it.
I’ve become completely his.
The buzzing of the gun soothes my nerves until the bite of the tattoo gun stings me. I hiss in pain and Javier strokes my hair in a comforting way.
“Relax, mami, I have you.”
For once, the worries always plaguing me are gone. I curl against the man I love’s chest and relax to the sound of Facundo’s whistling.
I’m doing this.
I am El Malo.