and put his hand on her
shoulders. “Sassy, love, if she’s family, maybe you shouldn’t be talking about
sex. And Shea, baby, I’m all the man you need.”
Shea blushed hard and leaned
into him. “You’re more than I can handle most days, Shep, but I like trying to
handle you just fine.”
Sassy grinned as Shep pulled
Shea into a steamy kiss then left her mussed, blushing, and looking sexy as
hell. There was just something hot and sweet about looking at a couple—or
triad—in love and knowing that there might be something for her as well.
Oh, she wasn’t ready to come
out and say that she’d found her bliss, but she was definitely on the right
track.
She purposely kept her
feelings from Ian and Rafe, after all they’d only been reunited for a couple
months. They still had time to find their rhythm and figure out how each piece
of their particular puzzle would fit together. However, that didn’t mean she
hadn’t been thinking about it.
God, some days it felt like it
was the only thing she thought about.
Things were going well though.
Great even. She had moments with each of her men and moments with both of them
at the same time. It wasn’t lost on her that she constantly thought of Ian and
Rafe as her men.
That’s what they were.
They were hers as much as she
was theirs.
Shep went back to his notepad,
working on artwork for a design for Shea, leaving her and Sassy to talk about
what they loved best.
Their men.
Of course, Sassy had to answer
the phones and do all of the other thirty-thousand things that went with being
the Midnight Ink receptionist, but today was a rather slow day thankfully. It
was mostly just the artists working on upcoming projects with only two clients
in chairs getting inked. The buzz of the needle was a gentle hum, sliding up
and down Sassy’s spine.
Oh yeah, it was totally time
to get new ink.
Maybe she’d get that ink Rafe
and Ian had wanted when they’d first come in to the shop a couple months ago.
It was hard to believe it had only been two months since they’d walked in and
scared the shit out of her. God, she loved them, but she was waiting to tell
them.
Something was holding her
back, she didn’t know what, but she wasn’t ready to let them know.
“What are you thinking about
that’s giving you that serious face?” Shea asked, pulling Sassy out of her
thoughts of love and her men.
Sassy shook her head and
smiled. There was no use talking about things she couldn’t even fully form in
her mind. She’d rather talk about the good things—like sex and the fact that
Shep and Shea would be getting married soon.
Well, by soon, she meant
within the next year, but that was still pretty freaking cool.
“So, are you excited about
your new ink?” Sassy asked, changing the subject. Shea raised a brow but didn’t
point it out.
“I just finished my first
piece with Shep, but he’s planning number two. I think it’ll be a while before
I get to it though. I want to make sure I don’t go crazy and get twelve tats in
twelve months.”
Sassy tilted her head. “You
know, if they were small ones, that could be a good promotion.”
Shea rolled her eyes. “Oh God,
look what I started.”
Sassy grinned and turned to
the front desk so she could write down that idea. Someone had left the morning
paper on top of her legal pad and as she moved it out of the way, something
caught her eye.
“The Bordeaux Whore Is Back
In Town. What Does Daddy Have To Say About That?”
Sassy blinked as the buzzing
in her ears grew louder and louder. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing
came out. She put her finger on the column on the society pages and licked her
lips.
“Sassy? What is it? Oh God,
you’re pale. Are you sick? Shep!”
She heard Shea calling out but
it was from somewhere far away and moving even farther away.
They’d found out.
Someone had figured out who
she was and how she was connected to Ian. She glanced at the words, whore , sodimist , and threesome ,
shoulders. “Sassy, love, if she’s family, maybe you shouldn’t be talking about
sex. And Shea, baby, I’m all the man you need.”
Shea blushed hard and leaned
into him. “You’re more than I can handle most days, Shep, but I like trying to
handle you just fine.”
Sassy grinned as Shep pulled
Shea into a steamy kiss then left her mussed, blushing, and looking sexy as
hell. There was just something hot and sweet about looking at a couple—or
triad—in love and knowing that there might be something for her as well.
Oh, she wasn’t ready to come
out and say that she’d found her bliss, but she was definitely on the right
track.
She purposely kept her
feelings from Ian and Rafe, after all they’d only been reunited for a couple
months. They still had time to find their rhythm and figure out how each piece
of their particular puzzle would fit together. However, that didn’t mean she
hadn’t been thinking about it.
God, some days it felt like it
was the only thing she thought about.
Things were going well though.
Great even. She had moments with each of her men and moments with both of them
at the same time. It wasn’t lost on her that she constantly thought of Ian and
Rafe as her men.
That’s what they were.
They were hers as much as she
was theirs.
Shep went back to his notepad,
working on artwork for a design for Shea, leaving her and Sassy to talk about
what they loved best.
Their men.
Of course, Sassy had to answer
the phones and do all of the other thirty-thousand things that went with being
the Midnight Ink receptionist, but today was a rather slow day thankfully. It
was mostly just the artists working on upcoming projects with only two clients
in chairs getting inked. The buzz of the needle was a gentle hum, sliding up
and down Sassy’s spine.
Oh yeah, it was totally time
to get new ink.
Maybe she’d get that ink Rafe
and Ian had wanted when they’d first come in to the shop a couple months ago.
It was hard to believe it had only been two months since they’d walked in and
scared the shit out of her. God, she loved them, but she was waiting to tell
them.
Something was holding her
back, she didn’t know what, but she wasn’t ready to let them know.
“What are you thinking about
that’s giving you that serious face?” Shea asked, pulling Sassy out of her
thoughts of love and her men.
Sassy shook her head and
smiled. There was no use talking about things she couldn’t even fully form in
her mind. She’d rather talk about the good things—like sex and the fact that
Shep and Shea would be getting married soon.
Well, by soon, she meant
within the next year, but that was still pretty freaking cool.
“So, are you excited about
your new ink?” Sassy asked, changing the subject. Shea raised a brow but didn’t
point it out.
“I just finished my first
piece with Shep, but he’s planning number two. I think it’ll be a while before
I get to it though. I want to make sure I don’t go crazy and get twelve tats in
twelve months.”
Sassy tilted her head. “You
know, if they were small ones, that could be a good promotion.”
Shea rolled her eyes. “Oh God,
look what I started.”
Sassy grinned and turned to
the front desk so she could write down that idea. Someone had left the morning
paper on top of her legal pad and as she moved it out of the way, something
caught her eye.
“The Bordeaux Whore Is Back
In Town. What Does Daddy Have To Say About That?”
Sassy blinked as the buzzing
in her ears grew louder and louder. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing
came out. She put her finger on the column on the society pages and licked her
lips.
“Sassy? What is it? Oh God,
you’re pale. Are you sick? Shep!”
She heard Shea calling out but
it was from somewhere far away and moving even farther away.
They’d found out.
Someone had figured out who
she was and how she was connected to Ian. She glanced at the words, whore , sodimist , and threesome ,
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