Scar shook her head, a smile teasing her lips.
“You’re crazy, Juno.”
Crazy for Rome. For Rome’s orgasm-inducing cock. Hell yeah, he was crazy.
“Aand you’re thinking about him,” Scar said with a sigh.
“Huh?”
She rolled her eyes at him, so he gave her a wink and a toothy smile. Oh, he was definitely going to be thinking about Rome. A lot.
Chapter Four
Rome
HE KNEW he should stay away from Juno. He just couldn’t make himself do it. He’d fucked him the day before, but Juno was pretty fucking far from being out of his system. With the way he kept wanting the man, he wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough of him.
He parked his car a short walking distance from the tattoo shop. He figured if he was going to change his mind, he’d do it in the time it would take to walk to the shop. He wasn’t surprised when it didn’t happen. He was a bit surprised by how fast his legs carried him there, though.
He stopped when he was just across the street and leaned a shoulder against the corner of the building there. Even though he’d rarely been at the shop during business hours, he knew when they closed and that was right about now. The first one out the door was Bones, his usual guy—at least before Juno—and a woman with dark hair followed. He wasn’t sure he’d seen her before and when Bones wrapped an arm around her, he felt certain he hadn’t.
The tattoo lady who liked to yell at him was next and then… nothing. She hadn’t locked the door, so someone had to still be in there. Maybe Juno had an appointment that ran late?
He followed the others with his eyes until he was sure they were gone, then he walked across the street and pushed through the door. He didn’t hear any talking or buzzing from the tattoo machines. He did hear footsteps, though. Juno came walking out from the back, his head jerking up when he noticed someone there. Green eyes widened, then narrowed.
“You here to fuck or get the rest of your tattoo done?”
Rome’s lips quirked. He walked toward Juno while saying, “Both.”
Juno watched him, his eyes dark and his teeth biting into his bottom lip. Rome swallowed back a groan. Fuck. His dick was already hardening just from seeing Juno. The man was gonna drive him crazy. He just knew it.
When he got in front of Juno and reached for him, Juno put a hand on Rome’s chest to keep him back.
Juno shook his head. “Tattoo first or it’ll never get done.”
Rome put a hand over Juno’s and took a step closer. He leaned in, lips almost touching.
“Suit yourself,” he said and moved back.
Juno cursed under his breath but stayed where he was. Rome wore a smug smile as he led the way into Juno’s room. He sat down in the chair, his gaze going to the wall next to the door, the memory of fucking Juno there fresh in his mind.
He pulled his shirt off, smirking when he caught Juno looking. He leaned back and watched Juno as he got everything ready. Juno put a hand on Rome’s chest and leaned in, then glanced up at Rome for a second before starting the tattoo machine. Rome resisted the urge to slide his fingers through Juno’s hair, but only just.
Juno put the needles to Rome’s skin, making him clench his teeth. The first pass of the needles was always the worst, but he usually got used to it fast. Neither of them spoke while Juno finished up the tattoo, Juno too concentrated and Rome too busy watching Juno. He doubted he’d ever get tired of looking at the man.
Juno
“Done,” he said on a sigh.
Having Rome right there, under his hands, and not being able to touch him the way he wanted was hell. From the way Rome had been looking at him, he was sure Rome felt the same way.
He cleaned up around the new ink, then put a bandage over it and rolled his stool back to stand.
“All right. Keep it out of the sun. No scratching, yada yada. You know the drill,” Juno said while pulling off his gloves and throwing them into the trashcan.
When he turned around, Rome was right there in front of him, grabbing him by the shirt to pull him against Rome’s drool-worthy chest. Rome’s mouth found Juno’s in a hard kiss. He held onto Rome, digging his fingers into the back of his shoulders. Rome backed toward the chair, pulling Juno with him. When they reached it, Rome sat down and tugged Juno into his lap. The chair was sturdy, so Juno didn’t hesitate to crawl onto it along with Rome.
Their mouths crashed together in a kiss that had heat spreading through Juno’s body. He grabbed at Rome, needing his skin under his hands.
A phone ringing had them both freezing.
“No,” Juno mumbled against Rome’s lips. “Nuh-uh.”
Rome pulled back with a groan.
Juno found himself pouting as Rome moved him back until he was forced to put his feet on the floor. Rome pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned away from Juno as he picked up.
“Yeah?” Rome growled.
Rome listened for a few seconds, then grabbed his shirt and tugged it on while keeping the phone against his ear. He glanced over his shoulder at Juno who didn’t waste any time pulling off his shirt. He so wasn’t beneath playing dirty and the look Rome gave him was scolding hot. Juno shivered which had Rome taking a step toward him before stopping himself and turning away.
Rome hung up and pocketed his phone.
“I have to go,” Rome said, sounding like he wanted to leave as much as
