“Do I get a say in this?” She arches an eyebrow.

“It’s your name, after all.”

“Okay.” She bites her lip in mock concentration. “Face?”

“I’m not getting your name tattooed on my face.”

“Yeah, it would be a bit too much. How about your cock?” She moves and rubs herself against my hard dick. “But you would have to be really hard throughout the inking process, or else it would be unreadable when you’re in action. But it would also look very squirrelly when you’re not turned on.”

I have no idea how she keeps a straight face when putting those crazy pictures in my head. My limp dick with a blob of ink on it, or full mast with illegible writing.

“No one’s coming near my dick with a needle. Or my butt,” I add before she can instill some appalling image of my ass in my head.

She giggles before placing a kiss on my bicep. “I’d love to have my name here, where you’re neither flaunting it nor hiding it.”

Her words have my mood swaying like a pendulum. One minute she makes me so high, like I’m rising to one end of stupid giddiness, and the next minute, she rips my heart out with her sweet words.

“You’re something to be treasured, Autumn.” I capture her lips in mine and silence her before she can say anything more, spurt out those words that put me under a spell, making me believe that what we have is real or permanent.

I take her in a bruising kiss and unclasp her hands from around my neck. She makes a whining sound, letting me know how much she loves touching me. But I’m on a mission, and this daredevil takes no mission lightly.

I hold her wrists and extend her hands above her head. “Keep them there.”

I place Autumn on her feet, and she stumbles a little, further expanding my ego. I press a hand on her stomach, urging her to step back until she’s flush against a tree. “Hands up all the time.”

She peeks at me with wide eyes, before giving me a nod. She’s a fucking treasure. Guys would kill for a girl like her, who knows when to be sassy and when to be demure.

I drop to my knees and open the button of her jeans before tugging the zipper down. I pull down her jeans and leave them around her legs.

When I softly rub my finger against the wet spot on her matching turquoise panties, she jerks her hips.

“Is this because of me, or are you remembering them?”

“Wh-who?” She looks down at me in a daze.

“Good answer. Hands up, Autumn, all the time,” I warn her before diving into her cotton-covered sex.

I’m determined to get her panties soaked.

“Lukas!” She thrashes from side to side, struggling with my hands grabbing her waist.