Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Good thinking, Momma.” He smiles. “Let me get this one washed off and we can get started.”
With his hand on the small of my back, he leads me back to the table and again lifts me to sit. I don’t argue that I’m capable of doing it on my own. The way he touches me, it makes me feel cherished. Wanted. That’s not a feeling I’ve ever felt. Not outside my family.
Forrest gets to work cleaning the stencil from my thigh and then starts setting up for my tattoo. I should probably get dressed, at least back into my shorts, but I don’t make a move to do so.
“Do you want your shorts before we get started?”
“I—No. I’m okay,” I reply softly.
“This is a big piece. We’ll start with the outline and see how you’re feeling and then move on to the shading. It might take us a few sessions.”
“I’m fine with that.” I’m quick to agree. I mean, look how this one is turning out. I’d be a fool to pass up more time with him.
“Lie on your belly.”
I do as he says, thankful for the blanket as a barrier against the leather of the table.
“Do you want some music?”
“No, I’m okay.”
“If you change your mind or need a break, let me know.”
“I will. Thank you, Forrest.”
He’s got his gloves on and the tattoo gun in his hand from his spot on his stool. I’m lying on my belly as he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “My pleasure, baby.”
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Forrest
Get yourself together, Huntley, I mentally scold myself.
My cock is hard as steel, and that’s not where my attention needs to be. It also doesn’t need to be on the softness of her skin, how her breasts were made for the palms of my hands, or how sweet she tastes. And I really don’t need to be thinking about the mewling sound that was almost like a moan that fell from those pretty lips as I tasted her pert nipples on my tongue.
Oh, and she’s fucking naked, minus a pair of tiny black panties that are doing nothing, regardless of their dark color, to hide her desire.
Basically, I’m fucked.
I need to block it all out so that I don’t fuck up her tattoo. This is important. They’re all important, but giving my girl her first ink, that’s special.
If Roman could hear my thoughts, he’d never let me live it down.
“Are you ready?” My voice is thick and raspy as I try to tamp down my desire for the beauty lying on my table.
“I think so.”
“Once we’re through the outline, we can stop if you want to.”
“Okay.” She offers me one of her sweet smiles, and I just can’t fucking help myself. I lean in and give her one more peck on the lips. Her eyes are bright when I pull away from her. She looks a little dazed but also happy. I make a vow to see that look in her eyes every damn day from here on out.
It's time to focus.
I ink a few lines and give her a break. “You doing okay?” Her body is tense. I’m hoping that I can get her talking and relax her a little.
“I am. It’s not as bad as I anticipated it would be.”
“Some places are worse than others.” I get back to work. “Tell me something,” I say to keep her mind and mine occupied. I need to think about something other than devouring her as soon as we’re done here. I know she’s not ready for that.
Fuck me, today was unexpected and is most definitely going down as one of my favorite days with her. I know there will be many more, but today, she opened up to me. I can feel her bricks starting to crumble one by one.
“Like what?”
“I don’t know anything. I’ll start. Green.”
“Green, what?”
“My favorite color is green. Like the color of your eyes.”
“Forrest Huntley, are you hitting on me while I’m lying on your tattoo table?” she teases. Her shoulders ease just a little.
Fuck me, I love getting to see this open and playful side of her. “Nope. Just stating facts. Okay, here’s another one. Lasagna.”
“Let me guess, that’s your favorite food?”
“Ding ding ding.”
She laughs. “I’m a pasta fan myself. Well, carbs in general, really. Bread, pasta, all the carbs. My ass hates me for it.”
“Briar!” I scold. “Don’t talk about my ass like that.”
“I said my ass.”
“Exactly!” I say as if I’m exasperated, and a small giggle fills the room. “Moving on. Fall is my favorite time of year.”
“Me too. We used to spend a lot of time at the cabin. Well, our house now in the fall. Brogan and I liked to see the leaves change, and of course, Dad was always fishing. We’d have a fire and roast marshmallows.”