Ethan Klein Tattoo Novels & Stories

I inwardly murmured to myself. Ethan had a tattoo on his back. Right across his shoulders were medium- sized horizontal wings. They looked a little Goth and almost Greco-Roman in their black inked starkness. I loved the quote underneath the wings. No more yielding but a dream. I saw it in the shower when he turned to get the soap.

I needed more. The next morning, I found Ethan in the stables, shirtless and sweating as he mucked out the horses. His back muscles rippled under tanned skin, a tattoo of a serpent coiling down his side. I leaned against the doorframe, wearing a short sundress that hugged my curves, no bra, my nipples pebbling in the breeze. 'Morning, big brother.' I said, voice light. He straightened, wiping his brow, eyes dropping to my chest. 'Delilah. Up early for you.'

He turned out of the shower as I turned to face him. Ethan looks at me from behind and scans my bare body with his hungry gaze as if trying to memorize it. I have to fight like hell not to flinch. I never anticipated feeling this exposed in front of him while naked, and the dumb self-consciousness just wouldn't go away. He calls out, "Come out. We need to go." and exits entirely. I have a clear view of his big shoulders and fitting back. In the center is a dagger tattoo that drips blood into a pit beneath it. It's so much Ethan, and it's also lovely and gory.

Ethan asked. “I don’t think it’d make any difference but you’re welcome to try. He won’t listen to a word I say. Belinda even spoke to him on my behalf and he still didn’t listen.” “He’ll come around. It might take time but he surely will. But if he doesn’t, you can always dump his ass and come to me,” he joked, giving me a wink. I smiled at Ethan, my eyes trailing over his body. His chest glistened with sweat under the warm sun and his dark hair tousled and stuck to his forehead. Then something caught my eye−the spider tattoo on his chest. My heart skipped a beat.

Ethan stands in front of me with a boyish smile, flashing his perfect white teeth. He is so tall, maybe 6'1 or 6'2. Because I am already 5'9 and he is taller than me. Alex was only 6 feet then. Ethan has a plastic bag hanging from his right hand while he has a notebook under his left arm pit and a blue pen tucked in his plane black shirt's pocket. His pale blue jeans aren't ripped.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

Then I saw him. He was kneeling on the floor, his back to me, amidst a sea of engrossed children. Not the imposing titan in a tailored suit, but a man in dark, simple trousers and a soft-looking charcoal sweater, sleeves pushed up his forearms. Ethan. His dark head was bent low, his attention wholly absorbed by the small figure beside him. Aino.

It was rather abrupt to come today. Meanwhile, seated in the backseat of the parked Cayenne outside SereneCare Hospital, Ethan gazed at the blue tattoo on his hand and inquired, "George, do you think I look intimidating?" To conceal the tattoo, Ethan always wore long sleeves, ensuring it remained hidden from view. "Not at all. Ms. Jent doesn't know you yet. Once you meet and hang out, she'll get you. You seem serious. But with someone like Ms. Jent, who's nice, you can smile more. She's a girl, after all."

I said, and the crowd turned to Ethan immediately. “Yeah, it's different.” “Damn, it's really not them.” “Who the hell did this?” Ethan stepped out of the crowd and walked towards me. He took off his shirt, leaving him shirtless. He wrapped his shirt around my waist to cover my torn dress. The student shouted and snapped several pictures of him. But he didn't care. He stepped in front of me, covering me from the crowd. “And for those of you that watched the videos, did you see anything like this on the man?” He asked and lowered his trousers. I stared down and saw a tattoo on him. I stared at it very well and saw that it was a pretty lilac flower, a symbol of my name. The students shouted in

I lifted up on my knees and proceeded to straddle him. Ethan’s eyes popped open wide. I sat up and ran a finger very slowly over his naked chest tracing one of his tattoos. This one intrigued me since I saw it. It was a motorcycle with wings. Under the motorcycle was a ribbon with a birth and death date. And his father’s name. I remember when he told me the story. How he, his sister and all the guys at the club that knew Raider got one. And how Merigold had drawn it and Tank did the work. But back to Ethan. “ Well, I like silly Ethan.” I ran my nail over his nipple. I watched it tighten and Ethan sucked in a breath. I held my smirk. I leaned down so my chest was pressed firmly against. I li