Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Dale, do you know which piercing you're getting?” Dahlia asked. Fawn’s face flushed, and her eyes dropped to the ground, though there was an upward curve to her lips.
Dale’s cheeks turned slightly red. “Um…since I picked the VCH for Fawn, she wants…um…a Prince Albert for me.”
“And the tattoo?”
I stopped paying them any attention when Molly suddenly sat back and set her tattoo machine on the little table beside her. She cleaned up the guy’s tattoo and treated it, finally covering it with gauze. They both stood, and I was mesmerized by Molly’s graceful fluidity. And I got a little lost in the sight of her perfect ass encased in a pair of tight leather pants. Her red curls were pulled up and piled on top of her head, showing off the Silver Ink logo on the back of her black tank top.
She took off a pair of gloves and dropped them into a trash can before walking beside her client to the front. My pants were already tight from how sexy she looked from behind, but seeing her big tits, athletic arms, slender neck, and drop-fucking-gorgeous face, I had to put my ankle on my opposite knee to hide my reaction.
“You know the drill, Buck,” she told the old guy with a smile. “I’ll tell Phyllis you didn’t cry this time.”
Buck glared at her, but there was no real menace in it, or I’d have been between them with my hand around his throat before he could take his next breath. “She wouldn’t believe you,” he finally said with a sigh, making Molly chuckle.
“Molly,” Dahlia interrupted. “Your next appointment is here.” Before Molly could turn in my direction, her sister put her hand on her arm and tipped her chin toward the couple. “Fawn and Dale are here to ‘seal the deal,’” she finished with a giggle.
Molly congratulated them with hugs, making me grit my teeth when the little punk put an arm around her. Even though it was brief and he didn’t linger.
I cleared my throat as I stood, and finally, those emerald-green orbs were trained on me once more.
“Maverick,” she breathed, eyes widening as she recognized me.
I didn’t bother to answer, just smiled and winked.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, and I cocked an eyebrow. There was only one reason I would be at Silver Ink, and she was smart enough to know what it was.
With sure strides, I closed the distance between us and grunted, “I warned you, I’d catch you, baby.”
“Molly?” Dahlia’s tone was hesitant as she looked between us. “Is everything okay? Should I call Dad?”
Molly’s head whipped toward her sister, and she groaned. “For the love of all that is holy, do not call Dad. Good grief, Dahls, I can handle my own shit.”
Her sister didn’t say anything else, but she continued to watch us closely.
“Do you know what you want?” Molly queried, watching me curiously.
“I know exactly what I fucking want, princess.”
She double blinked, then inhaled sharply. “Okay, let’s go to my station, and you can show me—”
“Wait,” Dahlia interrupted again, making me want to put duct tape over her mouth. “You’re done for the day after…”
“Maverick,” Molly supplied when her sister paused.
“Right. Anyway, do you think you might want to stick around and do Dale’s tat?”
I repressed a sigh, getting really fucking impatient with sharing my woman’s attention, but I didn’t want to come on any stronger than I already was, so I swallowed my irritation.
“Sure. You’re still doing the same design?” Molly asked Dale.
He nodded, then grabbed the hem of his shirt and raised it, revealing far too much of a ripped stomach since his jeans were hanging around his hips. “We decided to put it here,” he said, pointing at a spot that was so low on the right side, it couldn’t have been but mere centimeters from the guy’s junk.
The weeks of frustration at not seeing her, then all this bullshit at the shop, and now this guy wanting my woman to basically ink his dick took me to the end of my rope.
“Not a fucking chance in hell,” I growled. “No fucking way am I letting you anywhere near my woman.”
Molly gasped and swung around to face me, putting her hands on her hips, looking unbelievably fuckable. “You can’t just—”
Fuck it. I was so done with this bullshit. Before anyone realized what was happening, I bent over and put my shoulder in her stomach as I wrapped an arm around her legs.
“What are you doing?” Molly shrieked, wiggling frantically.
“NOW should I call Dad?” Dahlia yelled.
I slapped Molly’s ass and muttered, “Calm down before you hurt yourself.”
“No!” I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or Dahlia, and I didn’t give a shit. I was already headed for the door.
“I’ll deal with this,” she snapped. “Cover for me for a few days.”