Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 47176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Isn’t it obvious?” I snap.
“Because of the breakup.”
“Yeah,” I lie.
It’s not just because of that.
“What has she told you about that?” Jamie says in a cautious tone.
“Nothing. Literally nothing. She won’t talk about it.”
“Ah.”
Jamie nods, stepping away, giving me nothing. Is he happy she’s stayed quiet, annoyed, somewhere in between?
He doesn’t let anything show.
“If this is going to be too awkward for you…,” I begin, my cheeks getting warm, a voice screaming at me that I’m an idiot for coming here.
But then Jamie cuts in. “No, it’s not at all. It’s only a small piece. It won’t take long. Let’s get you set up.”
CHAPTER
SIX
Jamie
It’s taking everything I have not to throw the tattoo gun aside and leap on her.
She’s lying on her front. Her dress is pulled down to reveal her back. Her skin looks like her cheeks, pale like it would turn red as easily as she blushes.
My hand twitches, wanting to grab her, massage her, slip my hands down to her bra strap and unsnap it.
She shivers, and I pause, moving the gun away from her skin.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine.”
She laughs softly, causing a tremor to move through my other hand.
It’s softly resting against her side. I’m holding her far more intimately than I would with anybody else.
It feels natural, her body pressed against my hand, but it’s still appropriate. Other tattooists would hold a client here, but I’ve always made as minimal contact as possible.
But with Jennifer, I want to touch her. To feel her and caress every part of her.
“You can keep going,” she says softly.
I continue with the tattoo, a simple piece, trying to focus with everything I have within me.
“I guess….” She trails off.
Continuing with my work, I say, “What?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Okay.”
I want to know more, but I need to remember my role here. I’m the tattooist, emotionally distant because…I loved Kelly.
I was head over goddamn heels for her. That’s what Jennifer thinks if Kelly hasn’t told her the full story.
It’s not my place to reveal the truth. But I want to. Badly.
Jennifer would think I was a freak if I pounced on her now.
We go on, the radio playing, as my free hand tightens on her side. A big beautiful chunk of her innocent young flesh, squeezed indulgently in my hand until she starts making soft whimpering noises.
I pause with the gun… and remove my hand a little.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
“Not…wrong.” She turns, aiming those wide eyes at me. “Just…no, you can keep going.”
Was I wrong? Does she want it too?
Her cheeks are an excited shade of red. She’s telling me with her eyes, those horny-fuck me eyes…and I’m seeing it now.
She wants me to keep going, keep touching her, but she doesn’t want to say it.
She knows it’s wrong.
She knows we shouldn’t.
Am I imagining this?
I touch her side again. I slip further around this time as if to go around and reach for her breast. She makes the most intoxicating moaning sound, part surprise, and part plain need.
“Is the tattoo almost done?” she asks as if nothing’s happening and I’m not sliding my hand further around her body.
“About halfway,” I say. “But I was thinking of taking a break.”
“A b-break?” she murmurs.
I lay the tattoo gun on the table and look her right in the eye. She’s my woman, and I’ll always be able to read her, I’ll always be able to decipher the shimmering in her eyes and innocence in her pouting lips.
“Turn over,” I tell her.
She makes that moaning noise again. It’s a sound that instantly turns into a sensation of shivering from my leaking-with-pre-come tip, down my bulging shaft, all the way to my swollen balls.
The need to grab her curvaceous hips and slam myself inside her, making her slippery and soaked, her pussy singing gorgeous wet noises for me. I’d fuck her so hard when I get going, racing toward our future, but I wouldn’t stop until she’s creamed all the way down my raging hot dick.
I’m almost panting when she does as I say, looking up at me, her bra exposed with her dress pulled down.
She shifts, so she’s not leaning against the tattoo.
“Why?” she asks.
“Funny question to ask after you’ve done it.”
“Is… is it?” Her voice tremors cutely. “I don’t understand.”
“I think you do,” I say. “I think you want it. You don’t have to say anything, Jennifer. Just nod. Nod if you’re the horny excited young thing I think you are.”
Fuck, fuck, my balls are roaring, telling me to take her creamy curvy body.
She shifts her legs, the reverberation making her tits jiggle gorgeously. Her red bra squeezes them together, two beautiful big…ah. I’m leaking so hard that it’s boiling from my cock. I need to grab those tits, massage them, and suck her nipples until they’re tingly and raw for me.
“I….”
She bites down, then meets my eye. It’s with a note of sassiness this time, bravery like my woman’s going to rise to the occasion.