Sixty-Four

Isobelle

Lakewell was bustling with life. All the convenient parking spots had been taken, so we had to use the vacant spaces that were further down the harbor. We crossed the busy main road and headed toward the shopping precinct. The contemptuous glares from the locals didn't trouble me as they did before. I had become immune to it all. Radiating happiness as I strolled through the town with four desirable men flanked at my sides.

“I'll catch you later, babe. I've got an appointment at Tatouché in fifteen minutes,” Mason said as he leaned down for a kiss.

“Oh? Are you getting another tattoo?” I inquired, draping my arms around his neck.

“What are you getting this time?” I queried.

“Hm, it's a surprise,” he replied, giving nothing away.

The delighted gleam in his eyes told me I would love whatever it was. Mason's kiss was short and sweet so as not to draw too much attention. Lucas demanded his turn next, tongue-fucking my mouth as a huge 'fuck you' to any on-lookers.

“I'll come with