Jake

Becca was here. Not in a prim sundress, but a pair of denim shorts that barely covered her ass and a silky baby blue tank top. Holy shit.

“Bob!” Anna shouted out from behind the reception desk. “Come over here! Someone wants some ink!”

Fuck. My eyes moved from Becca to Bob a few times before they settled on the six-footer walking over to Anna and Becca a little too eagerly. He said a few words to Anna before he turned to the familiar brunette. Her wavy hair was brushed to her left shoulder; her cute, pointy chin added just the right amount of sexiness to her innocent brown eyes. I didn’t miss the way Bob’s eyes moved to glance at her tits for a second. He could probably feel the hole I was burning in his skull since he tipped his head up and his eyes landed on mine.

Fuck off. My gaze said enough. That silenced him, and he began scratching the back of his head as I walked over to them.

“Fancy seeing you here,” I said with just a ghost of a smirk tainting my lips. Fuck, I could just waste my whole day staring at her. She wasn’t beautiful in the usual sense, but fuck, my dick liked her just fine. And every caveman instinct that lay dormant roared to life. I didn’t even want Bob looking at her, let alone marking her skin with ink. “Sure you’re in the right place, princess?”

“Shut up, boss,” Anna was quick to say. “She wants a tattoo by you specifically, but you’re fully booked this whole week.”

I saw her flush, glance away, but after a moment, she lifted her chin and met my gaze.

“You told me to stop by,” Becca quickly put in, and my smirk instantly widened. Never thought she’d be the kind to stand up for herself.

She dressed and acted…well, fuck, she definitely fit the helpless persona to a tee, and she looked exactly that yesterday. When I saw her on the side of the road in her pearls and pink dress and trying her goddamn best to change her tire, my decision had been a no-brainer. She was a pretty girl who’d needed help.

Then I discovered that the she I’d helped was none other than Becca Madison. I hadn’t seen her in years and in that time, she’d changed. A whole hell of a lot. She wasn’t a little girl anymore. She had legs as long as sin and curves in all the right places.

I wanted her to be the helpless one, to seek me out when she had a problem. Yeah, I was full of shit because it was just random luck that I’d come upon her the day before. But I didn’t want anyone helping her. I wanted her to turn to me, to need me. Only me.

But she was a fucking princess. Her damn car cost more than a hundred G’s. I’d owned and driven luxury vehicles when I lived with my parents and they’d been supporting me, and I had to admit I kind of missed that need for speed. My pickup truck was practical, but I wasn’t going to be breaking any fucking land-speed records anytime soon with it.

That wasn’t worth the price tag that came with it. And I wasn’t talking about money. It was being under my father’s thumb. I’d walked away and I wasn’t going back. Not even for a killer car.

I shook my head to cut my train of thought. How the hell was I thinking about a car when I had a beautiful woman standing in front of me? Everyone was staring at me expectantly and I felt like an idiot. This girl got my mind wandering.

Then I focused in on what Anna had said. Becca came in to get a tattoo. I felt my heart skip a beat. I was the one she wanted touching her skin, marking her. But I didn’t want to dirty her. My hands were calloused from all the hard labor I enjoyed doing, be it working on my car, exercising in my home gym a floor above the studio, and tattooing. I felt like the moment I touched her that her innocence and sweetness would instantly vanish.

But if I didn’t do it, Bob would be all over helping her out. And that shit wasn’t going to fly.

“Come on into the back room. I’ll do your ink there.” I wanted to be alone with her. I wasn’t sure where she wanted her tattoo, but no one was getting a glimpse of any more of her skin. Besides, I didn’t want anyone else to see my hard-on. As soon as I touched her, I’d be in big trouble.

She walked beside me and I let her enter the room first. It was used for when a client wanted a little privacy—a tattoo going in a more personal spot or even a piercing.

“I’m going to grab my sketch pad so we can talk design. I’ll be right back.”

When I left the room, I could see Anna and Bob looking at me suspiciously. I responded with a smirk before I hurried over to my office and grabbed my stuff. I was back with her in no time, and she looked like she was making herself comfortable in the chair.

“Do you know what you want?”

She nodded her head and began to unbutton her shorts and pulled her zipper down. “I want a butterfly on my hip…for my mother. She used to call me ‘my little butterfly’.”

She wriggled herself to move her shorts below her hips and let them stay there.

Fuuuuck. I swore her bright pink panties were going to be the death of me. Her shorts were tight and lifted her ass cheeks up a bit. What…the…

“I want it right here.” The tip of her pointer finger rested lightly on her hip bone. “Will it hurt?”

I just stared and stared at the exposed flesh. The curve of her hip was something I could easily grab hold of when fucking her from behind. The thong covered her mound and made me wonder if it was wet, ruined with her eagerness for me to fuck her. She certainly wasn’t overly modest. Thank fuck I brought her to the back room. Shit, if Bob got sight of her with her shorts down, I’d have punched him out.

I cleared my throat, gently ran my finger over the spot where she wanted the ink. Silky soft. Warm. I was going to come like a fucking teenager if I didn’t pull it together. “I remember your mother…she was…definitely much nicer than your father.” We exchanged grins at that. “So, regretting coming in tonight?”

She was quick to shake her head, just watched my finger as it moved. “Nah. I just want to know exactly what I’m signing up for. Some of my friends say getting a tattoo hurts like a bitch, but others were able to take a nap while getting one.”

“Well, it depends…” I placed my sketch pad on the desk and walked closer to her. I pressed two fingers on the skin of her hip bone once again, and fuck was I doing my best not to move my hand lower, to feel the lips of her pussy through the lace of her thong, to feel the wetness.

What the fuck did she really come here for?

I tried my best to keep my groan at bay and pressed my lower torso against the chair. My hard dick was relentless, and Becca wasn’t helping. She was the cause of it.

“It depends where you want it. If it’s near any bones, then yeah, it’s more painful, but you’ll live, and you can tell me to stop anytime. You can come more than once.”

Fuck. The thought of her coming on my cock, on my mouth had me stifling a groan. And her coming more than once? Absolutely. When I got her in my bed, she was going to forget her own name.

I could see her hesitation with the way she bit her bottom lip. I coughed out loud to shadow another groan threatening to escape. She looked so beautiful and adorable that I just wanted to push her back against the chair and climb on top of her, to slide those shorts down a little further and slip right into her tight heat.

Fuck off, inner me said, and I was instantly reminded that girls like her never went for guys like me. I wasn’t rich and dangerous for someone like her. I had no future ahead of me besides my small business. No trips to Europe, no polo ponies. There was no way she could go to her high-society events and bring me as her date. I’d just humiliate her. She couldn’t be with the guy who’d walked away from it all.

Cut it out. She just wants a tattoo, not a relationship.

That thought was supposed to be an instant boner killer, but with her shorts pulled down that was impossible.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You look nervous,” I said, realizing my fingers were still on her hip bone. I didn’t want to pull them away. “Give yourself a week to think it over and give me a call. I’ll work around your availability.”

Suddenly, the shy, helpless girl before me disappeared. There was a light in her eyes and a steadfastness with the way she looked at me now, the way she shifted her hips into my touch.

“I want you,” she said.

Um… There was no way I could look away. What the fuck was she talking about?

“My friends and I made a pact.” Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. “To lose our virginity before college starts. I want it to be you. The one to fuck me first.”

What. The. Fuck? “Say that again, princess.”

“I want you to be the one who fucks me first.”