"Are you almost done!" Damon whines like a little kid.
I use my hand to hold his neck steady,
"No!" I giggle continuing to trace over all his tattoos in pen.
"Please tell me you will be done soon. My neck is starting to cramp," He says aggravated, as I trace over his flower like tattoo covering his chest.
He was laying on the bed, as I was straddled onto him, using colorful kid pens to trace his tattoos that covered his body, head to toe.
I laughed as I twisted his nipple piercings. "Fuck. Why are you so vicious." He breathes heavily, and I smirk.
"You know babe."
Babe?
He runs his hands down my back, to my thighs. "It's bout' time we get some ink on ya' don't you think?"
"Mhm, I don't know, I never found the perfect tattoo." I grab the purple pen and start tracing the other side of his chest.
"What is my name on your ass too far if a stretch?" My eyes widen as I choke him playfully. "In your dreams." I reply, leaning towards his face. Damon takes no time to waste, as he leans closer and kisses me.
"I like it when you grab my neck like that." A wide smirk appears across his face.
"What like this?" Suddenly I grab his neck even harder, and I laugh as he starts coughing.
He takes a deep breath. "I'm starting think you're not as innocent as I thought."
I scuffed, "Oh you know you took any innocents that I had, the minute you met me."
He grins back. "You know me too well." Suddenly he grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me into him, pulling me into another kiss. He smirks, "You taste like strawberries." I roll my eyes, as I feel my cheeks become hot.
"Stop distracting me! I'm working."
He rest his elbows behind his head as he leaned back on the pillow and chuckles, "Okay Picasso."
Suddenly I feel Damon's hand slips down my legs. "You in my shirt," he pulls the sides of my lacy red panties, "And his thong."
I sarcastically smile as I remove his hand from my thighs. "We can't stay in bed all day."
"Why. I'd much rather lay here with-"
"Because, I interrupt him. "You have things you need to take care of."
He sighs. "I guess you are right."
I got off of him, and throw on some distressed jean shorts, as I left his black tee on.
"Those are too short." He growls.
"What? Not there not." I say looking in the mirror.
Did my ass get bigger?
"Yes. They make your ass look big. Put on sweat pants. Fuck... your ass looks big in sweat pants too."
I roll my eyes as I let my hair down, and slip on my black chucks, as he follows.
We walk out into the main room where all his men gathered. Mostly every man looked the same, tattoos, toned muscles, over 5'9, and the same look that would make any one shiver.
But I noticed a couple ladies in the room, as they stood by there men, claiming them. They gave me a short grin, and I did the same.
Damon and I stood in front of them, as they listened to whatever Damon had to say, as I continued to study the men. They they stood there sharply, until I noticed a pair of familiar green eyes, glancing at me.
Razor
"Alright, Damon huffs as he places his hand on my back, showing I was his, and his only. "I want razor testing out the new shipment of guns."
He was itching to get his fingers on the new automatic weapons, night vision goggles, and infra red scanners. Soon there would be quit literally no place to hide.
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My Brothers Best friend (REWRITTING)
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