Page 24 of Through the Flames

Lifting my brows, I smirked. “Don’t judge me. Okay, top five? Thigh tats.”

She gave a slow blink. “Thigh?”

“Yeah. Right where your hand would go when you ride him,” I said without missing a beat.

Hailey sputtered. “COLT IS RIGHT HERE.”

Colt’s voice rang out from the off again. “She’s not wrong.”

“Thank you, Big Daddy,” I quipped.

Savannah didn’t miss a beat. “They do look good. Real estate for filth.”

“Jesus Christ,” Hailey groaned.

“Next up: ink on the V-line,” I continued, ticking it off on my fingers.

“You mean the—” My friend gestured vaguely toward her own pelvis.

Looking up at the ceiling, I sighed dreamily. “Mhm. Like it’s leading to trouble.”

“Bonus if it actually says ‘trouble,’” Savannah added. Hell yeah. She was invested now.

I chuckled. “Ooh, yeah. Trashy and perfect.”

Hailey just covered her eyes. “I can’t with you.”

“I’m not dooone,” I sang. “Spine tats. Gorgeous. Especially when they arch.”

Savannah hummed in agreement. “That’s some poetry right there.”

“Tattooed forearms,” I said, my voice dipping low. “Strong grip, flexing just a little when he rolls up his sleeves? Ugh. Criminal behavior.”

Even Savannah raised a brow at how greedy my voice sounded.

“Okay,” Hailey said, her voice climbing in pitch. “Are you in heat? Do I need to call animal control?”

My grin widened even more. “Not yet. But we haven’t even gotten to piercings.”

“Oh no,” Hailey whispered, burying her face in her hands.

I blinked innocently. “I think they’re hot. If done right.”

“Shit, I’m almost afraid to ask … piercings where?” she asked, peering through the gaps between her fingers.

“Where do you think, babe.”

Colt made a strangled sound in the background. “Nope. I’m out.”

Hailey’s face was bright red. “Don’t you dare say—”

“Jacob’s ladder,” I interjected triumphantly. “You know the one? Barbell rungs up the underside. Strategic placement. Maximum fucking impact.”

“Stop talking,” Hailey begged.

“Or a PA,” I added, purely to be evil. “Prince Albert. Straight through the tip. It’s giving ‘I’m here for you, baby girl.’”

Savannah snorted. “It’s giving antibiotics if you’re not careful.”