Chapter Twelve

Summerville Max

M ax holds the tattoo gun in Daphne's apartment. She'd given him the rundown of how to use it, and she asked him to mark her skin. Something about knowing she trusts him enough to permanently mark her makes him happier than he can explain, but he stares at the sea of skin beneath her belly button that currently bares no ink. Sighing, he can't do it.

“Here,” Max says, holding the gun out to her.

“What's wrong?” Daphne asks.

She lies in just her lacy panties and matching bra, looking like a wet dream. “I want you to give me a quick tat first.”

Lifting an eyebrow, she smirks. “What and where are we putting said tattoo?”

His hands slowly strip himself completely naked, giving her a strip tease of sorts, and he lies on the bed. His cock lies limp against his thigh, but he knows as soon as she starts inking him, it'll change. There's something about the pain from getting a tattoo or a piercing that turns him on, especially when his hot-ass girlfriend is the one inflicting the delicious ache.

Pointing to the spot just above his pubic piercing, he smiles. “Right here.”

“What do you want me to put here?” she asks and licks her lips.

The sight of her tongue, as her eyes look hungrily at him, has his cock twitching. Daphne has been the object of his affection for so long now, he still can't fully believe she's here with him. There is nothing he's found so far that he doesn't love about her, and he's dying inside as he waits for her feelings to catch up to his. He's been in love with her longer than they've officially been together, so he's waiting for her to come to him with the L-word.

“I want your name right there.”

Her eyes snap up to look into his. “Are you sure?”

“I'm yours, Daph. And everything I have belongs to you. Especially what's going on here under the belt.”

“You realize this is one step below a proposal, right? You're having me mark you with my name. That means any woman who ever gets on her knees for you will see my name staring at her. You're okay with that?”

Sitting up, his hand reaches out and cups her chin. “Baby, there won't be any other women. Not if I have any say in it. I'm yours. Always have been, and I always will be.”

Biting her lip, Daphne tries to stop her smile, and she lowers her head to quickly tattoo her name on his skin. He leans back, not bothering to talk himself out of hardening as the prickles to his skin start. The only difference from the other pieces of art she's put on his skin is the fact his member will directly be in her way. If she minds, she doesn't say a word.

He lifts his head slightly to watch her make quick work of inking her name on him, and he smiles at how efficient she is, even with the obstacle in her face. It's a sight he never dreamed of, but now he thinks he might have a new fantasy brewing. Daphne tattooing him while also blowing him. “Perfect.”

“Almost perfect,” she says as she reaches over to set the gun down next to the bed.

“Almost?”

Returning to his body, her lips wrap around him and slide down as far to his base as her mouth will allow. She slides her head back up, and her tongue ring rubs around his head, clinking in the most enjoyable way with the two bars of his own he has. His hips thrust instinctively as he moans.

“Fuck, baby, yes... just like that. Swirl your tongue. Fuck.”

Her moans vibrate against his cock, and he reaches down to grab onto her black braids, tugging them gently, and she rewards him with more moaning. He tosses his head back in ecstasy until his need to watch her face coming close to her newly-inked name on his skin takes over.

“I'm gonna come,” he pants, his muscles tightening. “Fuck, Daph, fuck!”

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks him, his release shooting hard into the back of her throat, and she swallows every last drop. The moment her mouth releases him, she smiles. At least she does until the apartment door swings open.

Max, immediately defensive, jumps up to grab his jeans when he sees Nelson.

“What the fuck?” Nelson shouts.

Daphne hops off the bed and slips Max's T-shirt over her head. “What are you doing here?”

“You rarely ever gave me head, but it looks like you have no problems fucking him with your mouth,” Nelson growls. His finger points to Max as he slips his boxers up his legs. “What the fuck is that?”

“A tattoo, moron,” Max says, not caring that his brother just saw him completely naked.

Besides being brothers, Nelson wanted to see every piercing Max got. It was a little creepy, and Max knows Nelson was jealous even though he took every opportunity to call him an idiot for each piece of metal he put in and around his dick.

He can't ignore the guilt of Nelson walking in on this. It's one thing for his brother to know he's with Daphne, and even seeing her screwing him wasn’t that bad considering they were ninety percent clothed, but this was very intimate. Only a cruel person would want that to happen. To cause pain like that.

“She fucking branded you, dude.”

“I wanted her to.”

Nelson shakes his head. “To show all the other women what kind of fucking witch she is to fuck you into doing something like that after she shatters your heart like she did mine?”

“Um, I didn't shatter your heart, Nelson,” Daphne says, lifting a hand into the air. “We weren't end game. There was no happily ever after for us, and you know it as well as I do. I'm just the one who had the balls to say it.”

“I can't believe I thought I could've loved a whore like you.”

Instinctively, Max's fist hits Nelson, knocking him backwards. “How many times do I have to tell you not to fucking say that?”

“What else would you call a chick who got between two brothers?” he asks as he wipes blood from his mouth. “Seriously, stop fucking hitting me in the face!”

“Shut up, Nelson.”

“She ruined my life, and then, as if it wasn't bad enough to find out she's with my goddamned brother, I get to see her riding you in the fucking shop. Now, I walk in to see her going down you, swallowing, after branding you with her name. Yeah, I'm the one who deserves to be punched in the fucking jaw.”

Daphne sighs. “How exactly did I ruin your life, Nelson? You're with Sutton.”

“She says she’s done with me.”

“Did you say something out of anger to hurt her? Because that's not my fault. That's a you-problem, buddy. Your biggest issue is that you can't take accountability for your actions, and you have to try and blame everyone else when things don't go your way. I can't be the reason everything bad happens in your life, dude.”

“I wouldn't be in the position I'm in if you hadn't...”

“Been the one to admit we didn’t work? That we barely liked each other? Yeah, I'll own that all day, but I'm not responsible for every bad decision you make. That's not my fault.”

Max crosses his arms over his chest as Nelson stands. “If you want to be pissed about the relationship Daphne and I are in, be pissed at me. I'm the one who betrayed you when I kissed your ex, but the truth is, I've been into her since you started dating her. She's my type. More my type than yours, and I'm sorry that it hurts you, but she's special to me.”

“She's special to you. Until she's not. You had the club buy the fucking shop for her, man! You don't give a shit about me or my feelings. You never gave a shit, and it's pretty fucking clear you don't care about anyone but yourself,” Nelson says. “But don't come running to me when she fucks you over like she did me. I'll tell you where to shove that pity party, and I'll be thankful I was smart enough to never let her ink her name above my dick.”

Nelson turns and leaves in a huff, slamming her apartment door. Max looks at Daphne, who turns away from him quickly, and he worries she's upset. That she doesn't understand she's the one for Max. Instead, she surprises him by getting another setup ready for a tattoo.

“What are you doing?” Max asks.

Stripping out of the shirt, followed by her panties, she lies on the bed and points to the spot on her pelvis damn near directly above her clit. “I want my tattoo now. Right here.”

He doesn't hesitate and moves to lie between her thighs. His tongue darts out and flicks his ring against her nub through her swollen lips, loving how she moans and tilts her body. “And what am I putting here?”

“Your name,” she whispers.

His eyes widen. “What?”

“If you're mine, I'm yours. And you are the only one I want, Max. Now, here's the gun, and you know how to use it. I'll let you know if you're going too deep, but we're talking three letters. Should be quick, and then you can ease the sting with more flicks of that amazing tongue.”

“I didn't think it was possible to be more attracted to you, but fuck if you didn't just figure out how to top yourself.”

“Imagine how sexy I'll be if I decide to get those fake boobs.”

Head snapping up, he stares into her eyes. It's true she's barely an A-cup, but he adores her figure. “Only if you want them for you. I don't want any changes to your body, personally. Except for my name right above your favorite spot.”

“Still? I thought you just said what you did about loving my fat ass to get me naked. Which, by the way, totally worked,” she says, her hands cupping her tits over her bra. “They're not even a handful. Palm, maybe, at best.”

Max sets everything down and slides up her body, lifting her bra to suck on a pierced nipple while tugging on the other. “I'll never lie or exaggerate my appreciation of you or your body, Daphne. I love your tits. I love that you're not all top-heavy, and I didn't lie to you. I'm an ass man. You have one hell of an ass, baby.”

“It doesn't bother you that you're with someone who can't pull off a bikini? That there's barely a need other than to cover the nips?”

“Now I want to see you in a bikini. Preferably a thong bikini to stand behind and watch your ass jiggling in the best fucking way as you run into the water.”

Laughing, she cups his face. “You really aren't lying, are you?”

“A palmful is enough. You. Are. Enough. Now, if you want to do it for you, I won't stop you. I get that it's second nature to want to change things about your body, especially when asshat men have told you that you need to in the past. But if you want my opinion, you don't need anything adjusted. Except for this tattoo of my name above your pussy. If I keep playing my cards right, this will be mine forever.”

“Your cards right, huh?” she asks and presses her lips to his.

“I've always been really good at cards,” he murmurs against her lips and kisses down her body. “Now, stop distracting me. This is the most important art project I've ever had to do.”

She bites her lip as she watches him prep and get everything ready like she taught him. His concentration focuses hard to mark her with his name, glancing up to make sure he's not hurting her. She smiles at him in encouragement, and it takes far longer than it should to write his three-letter name, but he wanted to do a good job. It's his girl's body, after all.

Staring at it, he can't help but think this is the step before giving her his PROPERTY OF kutte. And that'll be one step before giving her a diamond ring and his last name.

“It's perfect,” she says.

“Almost perfect,” he says, lowering himself to taste her again.

She falls back on the bed, clutching the bedspread on either side of her. “The things you do to me, Maxwell Parks,” she moans. “You have me. You have all of me.”

The words mean more to him than she knows, and he can't wait any longer. He needs to be inside her, sliding up her body, careful of their newly inked skin. “You own me, Daphne.”

“Oh, Max,” she moans as he lifts her hips off the bed to hit a spot deep inside he knows she loves. “Me, too. Me, too.”