She nodded like it was nothing, but I could see the wariness behind her eyes. It was similar to the look I no doubt got when I was working on something I loved.
I picked up her pencil, wanting to add a couple of lines to make it even better. “It’s good. I mean, flowers ain’t my thing, but it’s good all the same.”
I saw the spark come back behind her eyes and I felt triumph flare in my chest.
“Too girly for you?” She rolled her eyes at me, and fuck me if I didn’t want to put her across my knee and spank her sweet ass for that look.
I ignored the eyeroll in favor of nodding toward the picture again. “You mind if I?”
She shrugged and I leaned over the picture, putting in a little extra shading around the curve of the skull so it stood out more. Didn’t really need it, if truth be known. But I enjoyed fucking with her and hoped it would irritate her. Instead I heard her suck in a breath and I decided I wanted to put the picture on her skin, my hands inking her flawless skin and branding her forever.
She folded her arms over her chest and I almost vaulted the counter and threw her across it when her tits practically exploded from her top. It was my turn to suck in a breath now, and I gritted my teeth and begged my raging hard-on to chill the fuck out. I didn’t want to scare her away.
“That’d look real pretty on you,” I said, my voice sounding throaty and raw as I struggled to control my urges. Urges that had me wanting to sink my cock inside of every hole of hers available.
I reached out and pulled her arm across the counter between us, feeling that electric current running from her to me with that one touch. She looked up and then back down sharply. Yeah, she felt it too. I licked my bottom lip and sucked it into my mouth.
I ran my thumb over her smooth-as-silk skin, tracing the inner forearm where I wanted to put it. Yeah, it’d look real good there, I decided. I felt her eyes on me—that prickling feeling along the back of your neck when you knew someone was watching you. I slowly moved my hand upwards, to where some intricate vines were wrapped around her bicep, and watched a shiver trail over her as my rough fingers rubbed along her skin.
Loved that.
Loved it more when I watched her shift uncomfortably in her chair.
“Yeah, stretch the leaves right up so that they connect and entwine here,” I said, surprising myself because I was not talking about the tattoo anymore, but my hand that wanted to be cupping her ass as I dragged her body to mine. I splayed my hand across her arm, all but ready to throw caution to the wind and say fuck it, drag her from that stool, and pull her soft body against mine, but the sound of Skull stomping down the stairs interrupted us and she pulled her arm back as he came through the door, a little blonde trailing in his wake.
He slapped the girl’s ass as she passed him.
“I’ll book you in for the same time next week,” he called, and she giggled and left. He looked over at me. “Sketch, brother.” He pulled me in for a half hug backslapping and Nancy chose that moment to scoot off her chair, her leather skirt riding a little high and flashing more thigh than she intended.
My chest rumbled in response and her cheeks flushed red.
“I’m going out for coffee,” she said.
“We have a Keurig in the back,” Skull yelled after her. “What? Even my coffee ain’t even good enough for you now. I’m telling you, Sketch, this girl is driving me crazy.”
“You and me both, brother,” I replied as she headed out the door.
Skull followed my gaze as Nancy passed the front window and barked out a laugh loud enough to draw her attention. She flipped us both the bird as she kept on walking, and even I had to join in.
“You know she bats for the other team, right? Ain’t interested in cock. I mean, at all.” He pulled out his cigarettes and lit one. “I mean, I’ve tried several times and she didn’t even blush for me. It’s a damn shame,” he laughed. “You seen her girl though, right? I’d fucking love to get both of them in my bed.” He shrugged.
“Can’t blame a man for trying,” I replied, feeling angry at the thought of Skull hitting on her with Nancy. I was glad she hadn’t blushed for him though. It only cemented the fact that there was something between us, because she’d been damn well turned on when I was touching her just then.
Skull laughed again. “Fuck no, I still try on a daily basis. Why’d you think I got the Keurig for her? Thought if I splashed out a little she’d repay me in kind.” He stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray and grabbed his cock over his jeans. “Bitch still prefers the coffee from the shop down the road though.”
My jaw clenched and I glared at him. Dumb fucker didn’t realize how angry he’d just made me by talking about Nancy like that. He started to walk away, and when I didn’t follow he turned back around and saw my glare, his smile falling.
Skull was a big bastard, thanks to all the time he liked to spend in his home gym when he wasn’t working or fucking. And true to his name, he had a skull covering the majority of his shaved head. He got it done when he was eighteen by some punk who didn’t have a clue what they were doing. Since it was damn near impossible to tattoo your own head, and he didn’t trust anyone, he’d grown his hair and pretended it didn’t exist, despite his nickname, which had stuck. Since being in Miles City, I’d fixed it up for him and now his head was shaved and his skull on show for all the world to see.
“You got it bad for her, huh?” he asked.
“No.”
“I don’t blame you. Bitch is hot. Should have seen her last week when she was bent over, her ass and pussy practically on show. Wanted to lift that skirt up, pull those panties to one side, and—”
“Skull.” I bit out his name in warning, my hands clenching and unclenching at my sides. Skull wasn’t a member of the Highwaymen, but he was a close friend of the club. But close friend or not, if he talked about Nancy’s pussy one more time I was going to knock his fucking teeth out.
He smiled again. “Yeah, you got it bad for her,” he replied, busting my balls. He took a step toward me and cocked his head to one side. “But like I said, she don’t play that way, so unless you’re gonna cut your cock off and grow a nice pair of tits, you ain’t getting in on that action. You feel me? Plus, I think she hates men. Seriously, have you seen how she looks at me?” He whistled. “It’s like she wants to put my balls in a vise. And it ain’t just me either. If she wasn’t so talented I would have cut her loose once I realized she wasn’t going to put out.”
