Sophie didn’t know everything about motorcycle clubs, not yet anyway, but she figured most MC’s weren’t diverse, meaning like stuck to like. To see Crow’s coloring surprised her.

But he was one hell of a beautiful man. His sharp facial features combined with his light caramel-colored skin was spectacular.

“Babe.”

Sophie swiped at the saliva gathering at the corner of her mouth as she stood inside the door of In the Shadows Ink.

“Babe.”

She tore her eyes away from the tall, reserved man and met Zak’s amused eyes.

“Should I be jealous?”

“Hell yes,” she answered slowly.

He turned his lips in, biting them, fighting back a laugh. At least he wasn’t angry about it.

Finally, he said, “Point taken. Mental note: don’t leave my woman alone with Crow. Ever.”

“That would probably be for the best.”

“Babe,” he said, shaking his head and looking at the ground.

“He got an ol’ lady?”

Zak’s lips twitched. “Nope.”

“How is he not taken yet?” she whispered, turning her face away from Crow so he couldn’t hear her.

“Some men don’t want to be caught.”

“But you did.”

He lazily lifted a shoulder. “Wasn’t planning on it. Just happened.”

“You want this done?” Crow called out impatiently, squeezing out ink from bottles into small cap-like cups.

“He good at this?” Sophie asked softly.

“I’m good,” Crow grunted.

Whoops.

Zak wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “The best, babe.”

“Brother, where do ya want this?” Crow asked as they moved closer to the tattoo chair.

“Want her over my heart, but Bear’s there, so…”

* * *

Sophie winced as she studied the fresh ink that Zak now sported down his forearm in the limited space he had there. The large black script lettering that read Sophie was wrapped in plastic.

She gritted her teeth. No one told her this would be worse than getting a cavity filled. The whine of the tattoo gun was almost as bad as the drill of a dentist.

She sighed in relief when Crow finally grunted, “Done,” and put down that instrument of torture. Her skin felt like it was on fire.

“Fuck, babe,” Zak murmured, checking it out and blocking her view.

“Is that a good ‘fuck?’”

He turned his head to look at her, his eyes warm as he practically glowed with pride. “You know it is.”

Crow wiped near her right hip with a damp paper towel that felt cool on her irritated skin.

“Let me see,” she said impatiently to Crow, who lifted his beautiful head and gave her an equally impatient look with his intense black, but oh-so-beautiful eyes.

Damn. She might have to rethink this tattoo. Maybe get a few letters changed out…

“Babe.” Zak’s amused voice snapped her back to reality.

She bent forward and peered down at her hip, sucking in a breath.

The words “Property of Z” were now permanently marked in her skin.

It had been Bella’s idea since Sophie didn’t want to wear a vest, especially when trying to run a respectable business in town. When Zak had said he was going to get her name put on his body, she confessed her plan.

Her man had been speechless for a good five minutes. Then he fucked her good for a solid hour.

And as soon as he rolled off her, he had snagged his cell phone and dialed Crow to set up an appointment.

He wanted to make sure she didn’t change her mind.

She didn’t.

“Now we won’t need wedding bands, right?” she teased.

He cocked an eyebrow. “We’ll see.”

She smiled. “Love you, baby.”

“Love ya, babe.”

“Fuckin’ get outta here with that mushy shit,” Crow barked, rolling his stool away, his face twisted up.

“Aw, Crow, one day you might be tattooing a woman’s name on your own body,” Sophie ribbed him.

“Never gonna happen,” Crow answered, shaking his head, frowning.

“Never say never, brother,” Zak said, laughing and whacking him on the back. “Get my woman wrapped up so I can take her home an’ show her how much I like my mark on her.”