INKED 8: A Tattoo Shop Reverse Harem

"Oh yeah, so what the hell are you going to put on the paper?"

"Voyeurism," my twin says, with a swift shrug of his shoulder.

"You want to watch her fuck someone else?"

"Maybe," he says. "Or maybe I'll just watch her pleasure herself."

"Shit." Shaking my head, I reach for the glass of water I intend to drink before I hit the sack. There's no way I want to have a hangover tomorrow when I've got so many appointments to work through. "What about me? What do you think I'm going to put on the paper?"

"You can put whatever you like, but I know it's going to involve eating stuff off her naked body."

He's got me there. I just love spreading delicious things over a woman's skin and using my tongue to clean her up.

"What about the rest?"

"That'll be up to them. I reckon Nash will go for the gang bang. He's always the one who finds the girls who want to fuck triplets."

"You're probably right."

"And Kase loves almost getting caught, so he'll probably go with something risky."

I shake my head, remembering when Kase was arrested for picking up a cheerleader in college and giving it to her in the car.

"What about Kole?"

Dex runs his fingers through his hair, glancing up at the smooth white ceiling. "I don’t know…he’s less predictable."

"And Carl?"

"That fucker's going to boss poor Kyla around."

"I'm scared to ask about Niall and Noah," I admit, screwing up my face as I recall some of the conversations that we've had with too much alcohol coursing through our veins.

"Outdoor sex and bondage," Dex says without hesitation.

"The poor girl." I frown, trying to imagine how Dex managed to get Kyla to agree to this crazy scheme. "Did you tell her all this?"

"Of course not," Dex says. "It's a game, and the whole point is the element of surprise and anticipation. She won't know until she picks, and then she'll have a little while for the details to settle in that pretty head of hers. We'll have some time for the anticipation to build. We need to take this seriously because it's not about us getting to fuck Kyla. It's about us showing her that she's a goddess who gets to seize life by the balls."

I wince at the imagery, but I get what Dex is saying. Kyla isn't exactly a seize-life-by-the-balls kind of girl. She's an organize-a-mess-of-papers-into-pretty-pastel-files kind of girl. She needs to know that a life that isn't organized can be amazing. She needs to feel exactly how awesome life can be when you shake out your hair.

"You know Carl is going to rip your balls off for this," I tell my brother. Dex is a clever guy, but he has a blind spot for other people. What seems to make perfect sense to him often gets lost in translation when he tries to convey it to others.

"Carl has been looking at little miss Kyla like she's food, and he's a starving man. I'm pretty sure he's already spanked and fucked her in his mind a thousand times. He might pretend to be the pillar of restraint on the outside, but inside, he's as deviant as the rest of us."

"Speak for yourself," I say. "Kyla's a really nice girl to talk to. It's not all about fucking."

"I know that, bro." Dex pushes his chair back, metal feet making an aggravating sound against the tiled floor. "But for her, it is. Don't you see? She's had a shitty time with previous relationships. She needs to have a good time so she can leave all that shit behind."

"And you know all this how?"

"You can find out a lot from a friend," he says, grinning. "Dawn's a good friend. She's looking out for Kyla's wellbeing."

"By suggesting she gets back on the horse but with eight horses?"

"Dawn's a YOLO kind of girl. She wants Kyla to be willing to live a little. To Dawn, this is like giving Kyla the best birthday gift in the world."

"I don't understand girls. I never will."

"Why do dudes always think that women are so different from men?" he huffs, loosening his hair so it spills around his shoulders. "We all want to feel good. We all want to feel close to other people. We all want to have fun. I'm sick of women buying into the misogynistic idea that their body count diminishes their value. As far as I'm concerned, if a woman has experiences that make her feel good, whether it's in or out of the bedroom, I'm a happy man."

"My brother the feminist," I say, making a joke when I actually feel quite proud of him.

"I'll deal with Carl, and there's not going to be any pushback from the others. As long as Kyla's happy, they're all going to be ecstatic."

"You're probably right. I've gotta say that it sounds like fun. Take a girl out for a good date and show her the time of her life, all while competing with your best friends."