Kellan

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When I got that call from Phoenix, I thought it was weird because she never calls, but when all I heard was screaming and yelling in the background I about lost my shit. I couldn't get out of this shop fast enough. Thoughts of someone possibly hurting her made my blood boil and had my adrenaline pumping like mad. There is no doubt in my mind that I wouldn't f**k someone's world up for laying a hand on that woman. Just the thought alone lights a fire in my chest. I dropped that tattoo gun down without a second thought, telling Tyler I had some shit to resolve. My client wasn't too happy, but I could have cared less at the moment. I never stop in the middle of an appointment, but with this, I had no choice.

There was only one problem. I didn't know where she was and she clearly couldn't talk. I only had one choice, to call in a favor to an old friend. I know this guy that is a whiz at computers and shit. It may seem stalkerish to have him track the location of her number but desperate times call for desperate measures.

When I got there and saw her down on the ground, it took everything in me not to chop that son of a bitch's balls off and shove them down his throat. A man should never lay his hands on a woman and knowing I've caught this same douche in the act more than once made it worse. I hate to see the ones I care about hurt and the look on her face when I walked through that door about killed me. I wanted nothing more than to pull her in my arms and comfort her. What good would that do though? Having her close can only hurt her more. Damn! Shit! I'm in a bad position.

“That feels good," the feisty blond moans from below me, sounding as if I’ve just hit the spot, bringing her to climax. She runs her hand up the inside of her thigh and leans her head back looking completely satisfied. "I like it hard and deep. Don't stop." Her voice comes out breathy as she arches her back, exposing even more of her over inflated breast. Someone's a little desperate for my attention and unfortunately, desperate is far from sexy.

Scowling, I pull my head out of the damn clouds and focus my attention in front of me. I spread her long, slender legs wider and lean in to get a better look at the cherry blossom covering the inside of her thigh. “Be still if you don't want a shitty tattoo permanently stained on your skin.” Even with this chick constantly moving around in her seat, I have to admit the work is still coming along beautifully. What can I say, I'm good at what I do. "We're almost done here and then we'll get you on your way," I say stiffly, while holding her wandering leg still so I can focus.

Disbelief crosses her soft pale features, no doubt confused as to why I haven't taken her right here in this chair, giving into her obvious desire to have me. Maybe she's used to getting what her little heart desires. I can see why because her beauty is enough to stun the average male. Her eyes trail from my lips, down to the tattoo gun in my hand. "I get the feeling someone's trying to get rid of me. Not in the mood for games today?" Her eyes lock on mine, and suddenly the blues don't seem so bright anymore. It's as if me not wanting her has crushed her whole ego.

Yeah, so maybe I do want to get rid of her. What she doesn't get is, her looking at me this way is doing nothing but bringing back memories of me burying myself deep inside Phoenix on the roof last night. I swear I could close my eyes, flip this chick over and take her right here in this chair, but I would only be imaging it were Phoenix. That's not exactly fair to anyone. Not that I usually play fair. Not anymore.

"Look. No disrespect, but I have places I'd like to be. Being here right now is keeping me from that. I appreciate your business as well as the new clientele you've brought me over the months, but I'm in no mood to be here and I have a lot of shit on my mind."

I bring the needle back down to meet her thigh and she moans while trying to hide the pain. I know these games all too well. Many girls come in here and act as if getting a tattoo feels good, in an attempt to get Tyler or myself turned on. In the past, something like this might have worked. In fact, it would have worked; however, not now. Not after getting a taste of the sweet perfection that taste and smell of cupcakes. Now every time I look at a cupcake, I'll probably get a f**kin' boner.

“Well gorgeous, from the look on your face, I would say it has something to do with a woman,” she says while peeking up at me and gripping the chair. “If any girl is making you feel like what I think you’re feeling.” She pauses to look down at my dick and when she does, her lips curl up into a playful smirk. “Then she’s not worth your time or your pleasure.”

I set the gun down, clean the tattoo, smear a layer of ointment over it and cover it before spinning in my chair and pulling the gloves off. “Something like that. It’s complicated as shit.” I turn back around and look her in the eye, causing her to get a spark of hope. “And trust me, she is very worth it.”

I get ready to stand up, but she reaches for my shirt, fisting it, and pulls me into the chair so my hands are resting on either sides of her thighs. She bends down and brushes her lips against my ear while running her hand up the back of my shirt. “If she’s causing you pain then she’s not worth it.” She licks my ear before cupping my face and pulling it closer to hers. “I’m all yours if you want. I can do plenty of things to keep your mind off of her.” She growls the last word then brushes her bottom lip over my chin stopping right below my mouth. I can feel her warm breath on my lips and if she breathes any heavier, our lips will be touching. Hell no. I’m not having that.

I turn my face away from hers and grip her waist, pulling her up to her feet as I back away. She looks at me, waiting on my next move, but I just turn around and walk toward the display. “I’m good. Like I said, I have places to be,” I say stiffly.

Adjusting her little jean shorts to cover her panties, she shakes her head and reaches on the ground for her purse. “Alright then.” She plops her purse down onto the display and starts digging through it, while looking as if she’s just been played. “What do I still owe you?”

At this point, I could care less. I just want to get out of here before I lose my mind and break something a hell of a lot bigger than the mirror I smashed last week.

Why can’t I stop thinking about her? She’s f**king destroying me. Earlier before I left, she said she had to work tonight. I can’t help but to wonder if her and my brother share the same shift. If he knows what happened with us, I wouldn’t be surprised if he tries to get into her pants just to win her back over. Just the thought of him taking her in the back and f**king her has me going crazy. Man, I’m all kinds of f**ked up.