Free Lost Until You (The Sorrentino Brothers Series Book 1) by J.R. Grant Page A

was in a loose braid to the side with small curls dangling around her face. My girl was breathtaking. When we got home, I planned to take her every which way I could.
    As I ushered Jazz inside the parlor, the guy behind the counter looked up from his cell phone, closely eyeing my wife.
    “Can I help you?”
    His hair was spiked in three different colors—red, blue, and green—and his nose, lip, and eyebrows were pierced. He had tattoos covering both arms and running around the side of his neck.
    Jazz squeezed my hand, letting me know she was scared of him, and I couldn’t help but to laugh. She would worry about everything if I let her.
    “We have an appointment at seven with Jay?”
    The guy looked through the schedule book, then called Jay from the back. Jazz whipped her head toward me and whispered, “B? What are we doing here?”
    I leaned my head down and kissed the side of her head. “You’ll see.”
    Jay walked up front and greeted us, reaching out to shake my hand.
    “Brax. Good to see you, man. Come on back.”
    I followed behind him, pulling Jazz along with me, even though she was trying to plant her heels in the carpet. I hoped she wasn’t going to back out once I showed her all I had done.
    Jay pushed open the curtain then patted the table in front of him. “Have a seat. I need to get something done real quick. I’ll be back in about five minutes.”
    “No rush,” I told him. “We’ll be here.”
    He left the room, giving Jazz the perfect opportunity to tear me a new asshole.
    “Please tell me why we’re here? I don’t have a good feeling about this.”
    I lifted my finger to tell her to give me a minute. I slipped off my coat then draped it over the other chair and pulled my shirt over my head. Jazz gasped when she saw two bandages, one on each side of my upper chest.
    “Oh, God, B! What happened?” she panicked, jumping up from the table.
    “Sit down, baby. I’m going to show you in a second.”
    Jazz took a seat, anxiously waiting while I ripped off the gauze and tape. Once the first strip peeled off, it took a few seconds for the others since they were medaled to my chest hair.
    “You always said you wanted us to get tats one day that meant something for the both of us. Something that symbolized our love. Well, I stopped by here earlier this afternoon and had Jay draw mine up. He had an opening tonight, so I told him I would bring you back to get yours. That’s why we’re here.”
    She put her feet back on the ground, resting her hands on my stomach, bringing her face in closer to see the tattoo on my left.       
    “It’s a star,” Jazz mumbled, her eyes filling up with tears. She tilted her head back and looked at me in shock. “You did this for me?”
     “Who else would it be for?”      
    Jazz swatted my ass, giggling.
    I had two stars, one on each side, tattooed on the top of my chest, sitting directly in front of each shoulder. The stars symbolized guidance—bringing you back to the one you love.
    I moved Jazz back against the table, resting my hands on each side of her body. Then I looked into her eyes, explaining why I chose those particular tattoos.
    “They’re there for you, baby. Only you.” I wiped her tears away. “What they mean is that no matter how near or far the two of us are, our love will always carry us through and bring us right back together.”  I lift my finger to the star on the right. “This one’s a little different. Can you see why?”
    Jazz looked closely at the right tattoo, dropping her jaw. I pulled her up, setting her down on the table, then crashed my lips against hers. She opened her mouth willingly, deepening the kiss, showing me how thankful she was.
    I pulled back and pushed a few strands of hair away from her eyes.
    “My…..my name,” she cried. “I can’t believe you had my name put in the star.” Throwing her arms back around my neck, we sat there, holding on to one another, until Jay came back in the room.
    “I