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Jig sighed and rubbed a hand across his jaw Tiotten lazy the past feeeks and had let the growth get a little out of control He always kept some amount of facial hair because it covered the bottom third of his scar, but he tried to keep it neat Most of the tiht, man Let’s do it”

Seeuy Probably wanted to build up his clientele If the work in his portfolio was an accurate reflection of the guy’s skill, he’d be a fool to turn down this artist He could help a friend out and get some quality ink in the process

“Great” Rip’s yellow-toothed smile beamed “Oh, here she comes now”

“Wait, what?”

She?

Maverick coughed in a weak atteasp

Oh, yeah,” he said under his breath “That one’ll do you right, Jig”

“Holy fuck,” Rocket whispered

Rip wore a shit-eating grin, the fuckstick He’d purposefullydidn’t want so anywhere near him with a needle He flipped his brothers off and spun to check out this lady tattoo artist for himself

Ho-ly shiit

About five-feet-eight inches—and that ithout the four-inch stilettos—of pure sex and sin strutted her way straight toward hihtest black leather pants he’d ever seen They s and, damn, if he didn’t wish for her to turn around He just bet she had a stellar ass that would only be enhanced by the grip of soft leather

With each step, the side to side sway of her hips drew his eye like he atching the penduluaze froht black tank top that cupped her breasts as snugly as the leather cupped her thighs

“Hey, boys,” she said, her voice on the lower side Husky, he’d call it

Mav whistled “Damn, wo way because I have a woman that would shoot off my junk if I so orgeous”

Jig ground his teeth together as the new lady tattoo artist threw her head back and let out a throaty laugh Fucking Maverick Flirting and char women was just part of his DNA He trulyon her The man just couldn’t let a beautiful woeous

“Aren’t you the char her hands on those fantastic hips

Damn, her body was out of this world Not skinny, not even too curvy, it was more…athletic Sleek lines with swells of irl ym