The Stronger, Safer Kind (The Boys of DownCrash #1) (new adult contemporary rockstar romance) by Casey London

Author:Casey, London [Casey, London]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance
Published: 2013-04-08T22:00:00+00:00

~16~

We were in his loft, Tripp standing against the wall, sipping from a black flask. He kept putting the top on, twisting it tight, putting the flask on a night stand, acting as though he was going to convince himself that enough was enough with drinking.

I sat on his bed, just watching him.

He was beautiful. A beautiful guy. Deeper than anyone I had ever met and I barely knew anything about him.

“Start talking,” I said.

“About?”

“The ink,” I said. “I kept my part of the deal...”

I pointed to the lamp next to his bed where he had so lovingly put my panties. My cheeks burned every time I looked at them because it was something that a week ago would have never happened. I would have never let someone tell me what panties to wear, let alone let them tear them from me and keep them.

But something about Tripp... it just felt right and good.

Tripp pushed from the wall and stumbled towards me. He looked down at me with a stare that made me weak in the knees. My eyes threw back the same bad intentions but I wanted to know about his tattoos. I stood up, my eyes never leaving his. I grabbed the bottom of his sleeveless shirt and took it off him. My hands touched his shoulders and down his chest to his pants.

I kissed his heart where the tattoo of the heart and thorn filled vine was.

“Tell me about this one first,” I whispered.

“No,” he said. “Pick another first.”

I looked at the tattoo closer, seeing initials bleeding from the heart.

TS

They were Tripp’s initials - Tripp Sage.

I looked to his shoulder.

“Just explain them,” I said. “Your shoulder is full of stuff.”

“Not stuff,” Tripp said. “They’re all parts of me. I have black angel wings because of what they mean. The darkness of pain but the hope of love.”

I touched the wings and sighed.

They were beautiful.

“And this one was my first. It’s a pocket watch with no hands on the clock. The chain wraps around and becomes part of my arm here...”

Tripp turned his arm and the chain was tattooed like it cut into his arm. It was amazing work.

“Why no hands?” I asked.

Tripp looked at me. “Because I refuse to believe in time. I believe in moments.”

I swallowed.

I had nothing to say to that.

“And then the rest of my arm I just got filled in with stuff I like. Things that have meaning. My music. Writing songs. The band. Here, this was our first logo...”

On the back of his arm, there was a DC tattoo with the C hanging from the D. It was kind of silly, but Tripp didn’t mind it.

“You got your band tattooed on you?” I asked.

“Of course. Why not?”

“What if you guys break up?”

“What if we don’t?”

I looked to Tripp’s other arm. It was a wicked black tribal tattoo that went from halfway down his arm up to his shoulder and to his chest. The black lines were accented with a blood red drop shadow.

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