THREE
River
“She had the hugest fucking tits you’ve ever seen, and I don’t give a shit if they were fake or not, I’d take them for a spin.”
“Jericho,” I bit out. “Got a woman in the studio now. Shut the fuck up.”
“Um, there was always a woman here, you assholes,” Dev piped up as she sauntered out of the back hallway, sipping a Frappuccino and thrusting another at Sienna.
“Thanks.” Sienna smiled, pursing her lips around the little green straw and making my cock ache.
“These guys are fucking heathens, Sienna. Block them out if you can. Headphones should come with the job.”
“My stories are better than anything you’ve seen in those smut books you read.” Jericho whipped a towel at Dev’s ass and threw her a randy wink.
“Jesus. I should fire you all and just start over.”
“Helped you build the place, man. Got a feeling you won’t abandon ship now.” Jericho smacked my arm then slapped on a thousand-watt fake smile when his next client walked in, a woman in her thirties who already had a full sleeve on one arm.
“I didn't come here for the fancy talk. I get enough of that at home.” I said.
“I hear ya, grew up on the north side. You know how froufrou shit gets up there.” Dev sucked on her straw, hip leaning against the counter. She had this don’t-give-a-fuck rocker vibe that I envied. Low-slung jeans and a studded belt hung off her waist. A neon tank top, cut up to her belly button showed off the ink decorating her skin today.
“My mom used to dress up my sister and me in these horrible costumes every Halloween and make us get posed pictures. Like the kid in A Christmas Story? Yeah, we looked like that.”
The girls burst into laughter, my own stubborn smile pulling at my cheeks.
It felt good to escape some of the testosterone that was constantly coming off Jericho.
Dev’s next client walked through the door then, a big, burly motorcycle guy who’d been coming to her for a while. I think he had a crush, and Dev was a hopeless flirt. Hell, if it made the old guy feel good to get inked by a pretty woman, who was I to bitch? Guy was nice enough anyway, and I always kept an extra eye on Dev’s station, never letting her close the shop alone. I owed her my business for coming in and saving my ass like she had. I’d had another artist lined up, but he’d bailed on me three days before opening. I’d had to call in every favor I was owed to find someone talented enough to work in my shop. After begging and pleading and paying an out-the-ass ridiculous salary, I’d locked Dev down—though she’d refused to sign a non-compete contract. Not because she wanted to work elsewhere, but because she said it inhibited her flow. Whatever the fuck that meant. That woman could tattoo the hell out of anyone, and that's why I kept her. She also put up with me, so that played a big part too.
“I can show you how to clean up the piercing station if you think you’ve got a handle on things up here?” I shoved my hands into my pockets as I approached Sienna, sipping on her Frappuccino all alone. I still wasn’t even sure why I’d jumped the gun hiring her for the job I hadn’t even officially decided I needed.
And then she turned around, grin turning up her pretty lips and dark blue eyes crinkling.
Oh, yeah.
Those eyes.
Those indigo fucking eyes got under my skin.
“I think I’ve got it down.” She smiled softly. The soft gray dress she wore hugged all of her curves completely. I wanted to be under that fucking dress. I’d jerked off for an hour last night and then come the hardest I ever had in my life, thinking about sweet Sienna.
Biggest mistake of my life hiring her.
Also the loveliest one.
“Come with me.”
“Sure thing,” she agreed.
My hand whispered at the small of her back as I guided her toward the back of the shop and down the long hallway. Energy pulsed through my fingertips, desperate to fist the fabric of her dress in my fingers and pull it over her head, burying my face between her thighs and never coming up for air.
“Ever been pierced before?” I cleared my throat as we entered the small room.
“Nope.” She popped the p. She fucking popped the p, and all I could think about was her popping her lips around my fat cock as it filled that pretty mouth. I flicked on the light, shifting myself when she turned, eyes crawling up the cushioned red velvet walls.
“This is more kinky dungeon than piercing room.”
“People like to get pierced because they like the pain. Might as well give them the whole experience.” I stepped closer, nose rubbing at the soft skin of her neck. Shudders raced through her when my hands hovered at her waist, fingertips brushing against the silky skin there.
I caught her wrist in my hand and turned her to me, our bodies brushing as I leaned against the counter. “This,” I breathed, “is the piercing gun.”
Her eyes drifted down to the tool, my hand lingering right at the swell of her gorgeous tit, the faint outline of a nipple already puckered at the sight of it. “How bad do you wanna get pierced, doll face?”
“What? I don’t— I mean, I haven’t really thought about it.”
My grin slid a little deeper. She was a virgin. I could see it written all over her innocent little face. Suddenly, the idea of her being with any man but me had a possessive streak racing through my veins. “Your nipples are getting harder just seeing me hold the gun.”
She sucked in a ragged breath, her tits brushing against my hands as she inhaled.
“I’m going to ask again, and this time, you tell me the truth.” I dragged my teeth against her skin. “How bad do you wanna be pierced?”
“So bad.” She nearly whimpered.
I clamped my eyes shut, trying to contain the urge to throw her against that wall and fuck her into next fucking year. “Mine.” I slid a palm around her tit, kneading the soft flesh as she moaned. “Nobody pierces you but me. Got that, Sienna?”
“And I should give you the honor, why?”
My possessive side flared at the insinuation of her words. “Because I’m the only man who can do you and do you well.”
Her heart hammered in her throat, the pad of my fingertips dragging across the skin and causing a rush of energy to pulse unseen between us. This fucking woman was intoxicating. Standing so close to her felt like being drunk.
“I want to take you so hard you feel what you do to every fucking inch of me.”
A little sigh rattled past her lips as one of my palms snaked up her thigh. “You think you like pain with your pleasure, doll face?”
Her eyes darkened then fell down to the floor.
“Sienna…” I tipped her chin in my hand. “I don’t know what the fuck you’ve done to me. The things I want to do to you…”
“Like what?” she purred.
“Pierce those pretty pink nipples, for one.” I slipped my hand between her thighs, fingertips connecting with the heat of her flaming pussy. “Maybe pierce this sweet little clit too.”
She sucked in a sharp breath of air when I applied pressure, swirling at the little bud beneath the layers of clothing separating me from it. Separating me from the goddamned promised land.
“I need to find out if your cunt tastes as pretty as it smells.” I lifted her onto the table we used to pierce clients, sliding my hands up her thighs and pulling them apart so I could nestle right between them. My dick made contact with her pussy and throbbed with every ragged beat of my heart.
“I’m so wet…” she whimpered as my hands slid into her hair. My lips attached to hers, teeth dragging across the bottom lip and then swirling away the pain I’d caused. Nipping and licking, I tasted her hot mouth. Her soft tongue tangled with mine before her hands were locking around my head and she was inching closer.
Her cunt crushed tighter against my cock.
Her breaths mingled with mine.
Our tongues burned up together before this room suddenly felt way too small, the oxygen depleted and replaced with a heady mix of sex and sin.
“Haven't been able to stop thinking about you, Sienna. Since the moment you walked into my shop, you know how many times I’ve fucked my hand thinking about burying myself inside you?”
“How many times?” Her breath against my neck about unraveled me.
“Three.”
“Three?” Her lips trailed across my throat.
“Three times today. Four times yesterday.”
“Four times yesterday?”
“Wanna know what made me come, doll face?”
“What?” The word came out breathlessly. Her eyes were wide and riveted to me now.
A crooked grin turned up my lips as I enjoyed the memory of the fantasy. “Imagining the way you’ll scream my name when I make you come so hard the neighbors hear.”
“River…” She clamped down on her lip, cheeks flaming.
“I want to see your ass as red as your cheeks after I bend you over my knee.” I refused her the chance to reply when my lips covered hers again, my fingers working at her hem and raising the fabric up her thighs. I lifted her ass off the table, pushing her panties down her legs before dropping to my knees and rubbing my nose up the seam of her soaked cunt.
“Fuck, doll face, your pussy is even prettier than I imagined. It’s so pink and soft, I want to own every part of it. I want you to know this stunning, dripping cunt is mine and mine alone.”
Her hands pushed into my hair when I angled her hips off the table, shoving my face between her legs and sliding my tongue up the slippery seam. She sighed and arched into me, digging her pussy against my face as I sucked and lapped. I nipped at her clit, pulling the sensitive flesh through my teeth and then eased away the bite of pain with my tongue. She sighed, fingers tightening into my hair before her thighs began to shake around my head.
“That’s it, beautiful. Spread your sweet cunt all over my face. My cock’s been so fucking hard thinking about tasting you, fucking you with my tongue, and making you scream. Let me hear you, doll.” I dragged my teeth across her clit again, adding a finger and sliding it past the entrance of her pussy, feeling her walls shake and suck my finger into her body like it belonged there. “I’m the only man you let touch you from here on. You got it, Sienna?”
Her head nodded, eyes slammed tightly closed as soft moans fell from her lips.
“Say it, Sienna. No bullshit. I taste this pussy, that makes it mine.” I slid a second finger in, enjoying the way she gasped and her hips arched off the table. Her knees crushed my ears, and I locked my lips around that delectable little nub, nursing all the come from her she had to give. She gasped, moaned, and sucked in ragged pants as her fingernails loosened from around my head. “That’s fucking beautiful.”
I stood, looping my arms around her waist and yanking her against me, anxious to relieve the pressure burning in my balls. I’d never done this before, never gave a single fuck about a woman enough to even think about kissing her, much less making her come so hard she didn’t forget my name.
“I did not expect that.” She finally crooked a grin up at me.
“You look even more gorgeous after an orgasm.” I held her cheeks, the pads of my thumbs caressing the angles of her cheekbones as I laid a soft kiss on her lips. I melded us, singeing the air around us, and putting every single ounce of raw desire inside of me into her.
“I can’t believe I have to go back out there and face Dev and Jericho. Do you think they’ll know?” Her fingertips pressed into the hard muscle at my neck and sent fireworks cascading through my body, one limb at a time.
“If I did my job, they sure as hell will know.” I pulled her lips to mine in another kiss, this time rougher, a little more desperate. “If I could close the shop, I would in a heartbeat and spend the rest of the night right here with you.”
“They’d definitely know then.”
“That they would, doll face,” I breathed into her soft hair. Shuddering my eyes closed, I sucked in a ragged breath. “Don’t know how I'm going to control myself with you.”
“Who said you had to?”
“Christ, Sienna.” I rested my forehead against hers. My cock pounded painfully behind my zipper, the prettiest girl I’d ever seen currently wrapped in my arms, the taste of her pussy on my lips.
I’d done something very fucking right in my life to be right here with her at this moment.
“Best decision of my damn life hiring you.”
I felt the grin against my lips.
“I’d say so.”
I smiled, cupping her ass cheeks in my hands and hoisting her off the table and around my hips. “We should get back to work.”
“You’ve probably got a client,” she sighed against my lips.
“Nah, cleared my schedule to show you around this afternoon. Got to cut out early tonight for this thing with my sister anyway.”
“A thing?”
“A gig thing.” I couldn't help the growl in my voice. “She plays drums, really good at it too. But she’s in this garage band with a bunch of guys. I hate the whole fucking pack of them. But they’ve got talent, rock and roll with some rap thrown in, pretty good stuff. You want to come with me tonight?” I set her on her feet, beginning to pull the panties up her thighs before straightening her skirt.
“I would, but my dad gets ragey when I’m out late. Just the fact that I have a job is testing his every last nerve, apparently.”
“Really?” I arched an eyebrow. “My dad had me out of the house working by thirteen.”
She shrugged. “He isn’t around much, but he likes to be controlling when he is there.”
“Sounds like a shit deal.”
“Pretty much.” She walked ahead of me, hand on the doorknob.
“What’d he say when you told him you were working at a tattoo parlor?”
Her grin slid sideways, eyes twinkling. “I didn't.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Rebel, are ya?”
“Sometimes.”
“Helluva lot of times by the looks of it.”
“Don’t judge.”
“Please, I’m the last man to judge.” I held up my arms. “You haven’t even see what’s under the clothes.”
Her cheeks flamed. “I saw this…”
Her fingers burned a trail along my collarbone when her fingertips darted across the licks of ink peeking out of the neckline of my shirt. “Memorial piece.”
One eyebrow arched as she pulled the neckline of my shirt down a little more. “Looks detailed.”
“Took three sittings.” I caught her hand in mine, anxious to avert this line of conversation. “Dev did it.”
She nodded, mind working with unspoken thoughts.
“Really fucking glad you took the job, doll face.”
“I think you said something like that already.” Her smile softened my heart.
“I fucking mean it. Best you know this now, but I call shit like I see it. I don’t hold back. I say what’s on my mind, no filter, honest as fuck.” I pushed my hands under her shirt, making contact with her milky, soft skin. “You good with that?”
“I’m great with that.” She smiled almost innocently.
I connected our lips again, falling a little deeper, a lot harder into her all over again.