CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Layla
“What did you do?” I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth, because Sean has only been out of my sight for thirty minutes when he comes back into the main room at the clubhouse while Maria and I are chopping veggies. Shelly just left to go get napkins from the storage shed out back.
“Gave you your own place.” Sean pulls me in close and kisses me way too inappropriately for all the people around us.
I push him back and he grimaces with the way I stopped him from kissing me, but I’m in shock—because under his left eye, in my own slanted, cursive handwriting, is my name in fresh, new ink. As clear as day.
Layla
“Is that? … Did you? … How did you?” I stutter, not understanding what I’m seeing.
“You like it, little dove?” he asks, leaning in, his voice doing the lower-octave thing that makes my core come alive. “My initial is in you forever now, so I thought it was only fitting if your name was on me.”
“How did you get my signature?” I’m pretty sure my mouth is hanging open, but Sean appears to be loving every second of my reaction.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a slip of paper. I take it from him. It’s the receipt I gave him at the bar the night I met him. He kept it? And got it tattooed? On his face?
“He’s probably had that planned out since the moment you gave him that,” Maria says, then turns to me. “And there’s no changing his mind when he has it set on something,” she adds.
I turn and look back at him. “Apparently not,” I say, but in truth, as crazy as it may seem, with his rugged features, and the look of my girly handwriting under his eye, the way he shamelessly inks my claim on him is …
fuck, it’s hot as hell. I reach up, not wanting to touch it but wanting a closer look.
I grasp his jaw and turn his head slightly, examining.
I blow out a breath and shake my head. “You have a big problem.”
“What?” His brows knot. “It’s an exact replica. I made sure.”
“It may be exact, but what are you gonna tell the next woman you haul into a cooler?” I joke.
Sean growls and picks me up with his hands under my ass, squeezing tight. He kisses me on the lips then whispers gruffly in my ear, “I promise you this, Layla, there is no next woman after you. In fact, you better fucking understand that.”
“Is that so?” I ask, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering about as I let his lips trail down my throat.
“Fuck yes. Now let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“Ax, got some info for you …!” Kai calls out from behind us.
Sean shakes his head.
“Ax!” Kai says again.
Sean just kisses me and ignores Kai. “Fuck it, I’ll just talk to you later!” he calls with a chuckle in between kissing me.
“Where are we going?” I ask him, smiling into his lips.
“My house.”