Her legs curled around his hips, pulling him closer as she moaned softly.“And every part of you is incredibly hard,” she whispered, biting on his ear.
Harper’s lips melted against his as he reached to open the button on her shorts.He lifted her with the palms of his hands and slid the shorts and her tiny thong down her legs.
“Ahh.Cold,” she shrieked as her butt hit the cold granite.Trent laughed, continuing to undress her.
His fingers slid up her inner thighs, and he grinned as she opened wider for him.A soft groan passed between them as he circled the top of her thighs, sliding up under her T-shirt to open her bra.
“I love you, Harper Connelly.”
“And I love you, Trent Andrews,” she said with a squeal as he picked her up and carried her to his…their ...bed.
Chapter Twenty-six
“Holy.Fucking.Shit!”
Trent turned to see what had Pixie cursing like a sailor.
Dred was standing in the doorway, his huge frame filling it completely.“Thought I’d come by and see whether you were really any good at this shit.”
Grinning, Trent went over and shook his new friend’s hand.“Great to see you, man.What are you doing in town?”
“We’re playing in Tampa tomorrow night.Thought I’d come in early and get some new ink from you.”
“No way, that’s crazy.You shoulda said you were coming in.”
“Yeah, well, figured I’d surprise you.See what you can do on the fly rather than having time to think about it.”
“It’d be my pleasure.Wanna take a tour of the studio?”Wow.Dred Zander was standing in the middle of Second Circle.He was totally having a lame-ass fan-boy moment.
There was a black Escalade parked outside on the street, and two burly security guys stood just outside the studio entrance.Good thing.The studio had a limit of fifty people, and he didn’t need the fire marshal breathing down his neck.
Pixie was still looking a little shell-shocked when they walked over to the desk.“This is Pixie, our studio manager.She’ll take your details when you’re ready.”
“Hey, Pixie, pleased to meet you.”Trent had never seen Pixie so inanimate.She didn’t move to take the hand Dred had offered.
“Pix?”Trent smirked as she quickly collected herself with a shake of her head, reaching her hand out.
“Sorry.Miles away.Welcome to Second Circle.”
“Nice tattoo you got there, Pixie.What are those?”
“Flowers,” she mumbled.What the hell was up with Pixie?They’d had famous people in the studio before.
Dred laughed.“I can see that.I was curious what kind.”
The phone rang and Pixie jumped all over it, effectively cutting Dred off.
“Sorry,” Trent apologized.“Fortunately, we’re generally pretty busy here.Want to take a seat and we can figure out what you’re looking for?”Trent started to walk to one of the beds toward the back of the studio.“We have a setup in the room back here if you want a bit more privacy.”
Realizing Dred was no longer with him, he turned to see him still staring at Pixie’s back.
“Hey dude,” he whispered, “we charge extra for checking out the staff’s asses.”
“What?Oh… right, yeah.How much?I’d definitely pay extra for a closer view.”
***
Harper looked at her brand new phone one more time.It had been charging for nearly ten hours and still showed a practically empty battery.Damn it.She’d only just given the number to Lydia and her parents.She’d have to take it in to the store to get it replaced or repaired.
