“What else do you think you can get up?” She raises an eyebrow and I laugh.
“There’s my girl!” I look back down and continue working the outline. I love my job. Tattooing allows me to put my work onto a living canvas. It gives me freedom and lets my creativity out. We finish up for this session and I clean up Krista’s leg. As I wipe the excess ink off, I let my fingers trail along the bottom of her little boy shorts that she has on this time. Krista gasps and her eyes jerk to mine.
“I keep feelin’ like I need to make you smile. Make you feel somethin’.” She watches me intently as I continue. Neither of us says anything until she leaps out of the chair and grabs her jeans. Tugging them up her legs, she looks around for her bag. When she spots it, she grabs it and tries to leave.
“Wait!” Slowly she turns to face me, an unknown look in her eyes.
“What?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to piss you off.”
“You didn’t. I just don’t know what I’m doing right now. There’s just too much I have to deal with to get involved with someone.” Nodding my head, I stand and pull my gloves off, tossing them in the trash as I walk toward her. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, she sucks in a breath.
“You feel it just as much as I do. Don’t you?” I ask her, needing to hear her say it. There’s a spark between us.
“It’s not that I don’t, Wolf,” she whispers. That’s all I needed. I lean in and press my lips to hers. She doesn’t stop me. I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, forcing them apart for me. My heart is racing. I know she can feel it and fuck, do I like it. Krista presses her body against mine. I can feel her tremble under my touch. I let my hand run up her back, wrapping in her hair and tugging. That earns me a moan that I capture with my lips. Each swipe of our tongues against each other has my cock growing harder and harder.
“I’m outta here, Wolf!” Abby calls from outside the room. Krista jumps and pulls away from me as I chuckle.
“See you tomorrow, darlin’.”
“I need to go.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do.”
“Let’s go eat. I’m hungry.” I grab her hand and lead her out of the room regardless of if she wants me to or not. I’m not letting her go right now. I want to talk to her, to know her. I drag her through the front, flipping the lights off as I go. Once outside, I release the death grip I have on her and lock up. When I turn to look down at her, she smiles.
“What’s that smile for?”
“You are very persistent.”
“I know. It’s how I get what I want,” I tell her with a shrug of my shoulders.
“And what is it you want?” She asks licking her lips.
“Right now? I want food. I’m fuckin’ starvin’ after bein’ here all night.”
“Just for food?” She raises an eyebrow.
“For now.”
Eight
Krista
He wasn’t joking when he said he was hungry. He has every possible food you could imagine spread out on his bed. He smokes a joint in between eating all of it. I’m not exactly sure how he is even eating as much as he is and not throwing up. I watch the man in awe.
“What?” he asks with a mouth full of food.
“How can you eat that much?” He shrugs.
“I’m hungry. Grown men gotta eat.” I laugh and reach for the joint, pulling it from his fingers. He watches me bring it to my lips and inhale, blowing smoke into the air.
“What? A woman needs to relax.” My words make him chuckle and it’s the best sound I’ve heard all night. I take another drag as he grabs the bottle of Jack off the bedside table.
“Tell me about you,” he says softly.
“Isn’t much to tell. I have a best friend that only sticks around because she’s afraid that I might do something stupid. My family wasn’t really a family, so I left them behind in Ohio.” He watches me seeming to want to know more but I can’t tell him the rest.
“Boyfriend?” I shake my head.
“Not in a long time. It was complicated back then. I made some stupid mistakes thinking he was a good guy. He wasn’t and that’s something I can never take back or change.”
“He hurt you,” he says not asking but telling me. Is it that obvious? I don’t answer, just shrug.
“What about you and your girl from the other night?” This time he laughs a full-blown laugh. I watch his throat as his head tips back, the way it bobs. Fuck.
“Lauren. I met her at the shop.”
“You make it a habit of picking up girls that come into your shop?” I tease. His face falls and his eyes turn serious.
“No. Only two. You and her.”
“So, she’s your girlfriend then?”
“It’s complicated,” he says popping another fry into his mouth. I don’t want to be in the middle of anything he has going on with her. I don’t want to be that kind of person. I have enough of my own issues to add him into the mix.
“I think I should get going. It’s late,” I tell him as I shove myself off the bed. He watches me as I move to grab my bag but before I can make it another step, his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back into him. “What are you doing?”
“Somethin’ I probably shouldn’t be,” he whispers against my neck before his warm soft lips press into my flesh. My chest rises and falls rapidly as he kisses his way down my neck. With one hand he releases me and reaches up to grip my chin. Turning my head to face him, he presses his lips to mine. I gasp into his mouth loving the way his lips feel against mine. The scruff of his beard scrapes against my chin and I find myself moaning at the feel. Wolf’s hand tightens around my hip before his lips leave mine.
“Stay with me,” he whispers before spinning me to face him. We’re high. We’re tipsy but I don’t think anything is as intoxicating as the look in his eyes right now.
“I shouldn’t.”
“Let go, Krista. Just tonight,” he says his tone nearly pleading. Nodding my head slowly, he leans back in and kisses me once more. His fingers trail a line under the hem of my shirt. Bumps erupt over my flesh. “Too many clothes.” In seconds, he’s pulled away from me, ripping the clothes from my body. When he has me naked, he stands back, his appreciative eyes taking me in. I can’t stop myself from looking at him, watching the way he’s watching me. It’s surreal and it’s sexy. It’s so many things that I haven’t felt in so long. What bothers me the most is that his eyes dance over the stretch marks on my stomach but they don’t linger. Every man in the past has lingered but not Wolf.
“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he whispers huskily as he drags his shirt over his head. My eyes move over the tattoos that decorate his body as he lowers his jeans to the floor. His hard cock strains against his boxers, begging to be set free. I step toward him as he watches me, watches the way I move. When I’m right in front of him, he reaches out and clasps his hand around the back of my neck.
“Wolf,” his name falls from my lips. The growl in his throat rips free and I fall straight into him. He lifts me in his arms, dropping me onto the bed as I laugh.