“What the fuck,” I breathe, my fingers tracing over the letters inked at the top of Colton’s right ass cheek. “God,” he moans, the sound barely audible, pressed to the sheets as it is. “When… When did you do this?” I demand. “After the Shoein’,” he says, face turned enough for me to hear him. “I wasn’t about to back out of our bet, was I?” He sounds pained when he adds, “You won fair and square. So…I got that.” That being the word “King” tattooed in beautiful script on Colton’s ass. I never thought… I didn’t think he went through with it. He’s had this for two months? Two months, and I had no
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