Nancy jerked her head to me. “What?”
“The lotus and the skull. I wanna ink your skin. I’m good. Better than Skull. You won’t regret it. And once I’ve branded you, you won’t want anyone else to touch you ever again.” I smirked, and Nancy let out an almost imperceptible needy breath, and fuck me, I loved that sound coming from her. Wanted to hear more of it. My cock twitched to life in agreement.
“She’s fine,” Tammy said, speaking for Nancy. “Any tattoo she wants, Skull can do for her. Or she can do it herself.”
I moved my gaze slowly from Nancy to Tammy. “I know she’s fine, bitch. I’m looking right at her.” Didn’t like this cunt one bit. There was no smooth talking my way into those panties, and there was no way to really scare her without scaring Nancy either.
“Don’t speak to me like that!” Tammy gritted out.
I ignored Tammy and focused on Nancy. “You tattoo?” I asked, though I already knew she did.
She gave me a confident smile and nodded. “I do. What?” She rolled her eyes. “You never met a female tattoo artist before?” And there she was again, sassing and back-talking like I wasn’t someone to be feared. Loved that feistiness in her. Made me want to try and fuck it out of her.
“Sure, I’ve met some female tattooists before. None as talented as you.”
She narrowed her gaze at me, ignoring the glare from her girlfriend. “Talented? You literally just asked if I could tattoo and you’ve never even seen my work.”
“If you tattoo half as good as you draw, I think it’s a safe bet that you’re talented,” I drolled, and she blushed and snorted out a “whatever.”
Flattery will get a man motherfucking anywhere.
“I’m serious. That drawing was really good. How about I do you and you do me sometime then?” I winked at her, hoping she’d get my double meaning.
Tammy looked between me and Nancy, looking more and more pissed off by the minute. She couldn’t compete with me when it came to tattoos, and she knew it.
“Can we go?” Tammy asked, turning to Nancy. “We don’t want to keep your friend from whatever criminal thing he was up to before interrupting us.” She emphasized the wordcriminaland I chuckled. “Come on, let’s go. You still have thirty minutes left of your lunch. Let’s go back to your place.” Tammy looked back at me and smiled.
Bitch was playing dirty.
Good thing dirty was the only way I liked to play.
Tammy placed her hand on Nancy’s thigh, moving it up higher and higher as she leaned in and whispered into her ear. “Let me make your day a little better and forget about this jerk.” Her hand flexed, squeezing Nancy’s thigh, and my chest rumbled, half turned on by watching this show and the other half pissed off that someone else was laying a hand on my woman.
Fuck. There I went again talking like I wanted anything from Nancy but a quick fuck.
Nancy, though, she actually looked annoyed and not turned on. In fact, she looked fuckin’ furious as her gaze shot between me and Tammy. Liked that look as much as any other, though. She suddenly pushed back from the table, picked up her purse that was dangling on the back of her chair, and glowered between us both. I dropped my act, genuinely surprised at her taking such offense. Most women would love two people fighting over her, but not Nancy. This woman was intriguing me more and more every time I met her.
“I don’t know what you two are playing at, but you can go compare dick sizes when I’m not here,” she snapped. And then she turned and walked away from us, sashaying those little hips of hers and mesmerizing both me and Tammy with every swing of that tight little ass.
Well damn…
She slammed the door after her and the barista threw a nervous glance over to our table before busying herself with another customer. Clearly I was bad for business.
I looked back at Tammy and found her staring daggers at me.
“Seems we have a problem,” I said, addressing the obvious dick swinging in the room.
“Oh, there’s no problem,” Tammy replied, standing up. She placed both hands on the table and leaned toward me. Bitch had balls of steel. She’d be perfect for Nancy if she weren’t in my way. “Nancy and I are leaving this shithole town at the end of the week and heading back to our life in the city. You and all of this bullshit…” She waved a hand toward me and I leaned back in my chair like I was bored out of my mind and didn’t give a shit what she had to say, but I did. She had my full attention at the talk of Nancy leaving. “…you’re nothing but a blip on her radar. You think you’re the only man that’s tried to catch her attention? Well you’re not. It’s like men like you can’t get it through your thick skulls that the thing dangling between your legs isn’t what every woman wants.”
I stood up, slamming my hands on the table loud enough to draw attention, but Tammy didn’t back off.
“You don’t scare me,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me.
“I should,” I growled. “I’m very fucking dangerous.”
“Well you don’t. Nancy is with me, so go swing your little peanut dick somewhere else. There’s plenty of women in this town that would spread their legs for you—there’s no reason for you to chase someone so unattainable. Get it through your dumb biker brain that she’s not interested!” Tammy turned and started to walk away, but I stood up and followed her.
She stepped outside and put on a pair of sunglasses, but as she turned to walk away I grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, and she sucked in a sharp breath. I saw my own reflection staring back at me and I didn’t like it one bit. I let her go but she stayed put, her chin raised in defiance of me.
