“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?”