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Belle’s quiet on the drive over, looking out of the window at the riot of rainbow neon lights and palm trees that we pass. We leave her to her thoughts, bickering lightheartedly over the radio and complaining about the chores we have to do at home. Trying to keep the mood light.
I don’t blame her for being quiet; getting into a car with three strangers at night to be whisked off to a tattoo shop aside, her brother gave her enough drama tonight to cause a migraine. No wonder she’s contemplative. On a good day, Johnny makes me want to scrape my eyeballs out with a spoon.
I look over at the gorgeous girl that’s had my cock hard since the moment I laid eyes on her. She’s like a real-life princess, exactly like the Beast’s girl, and I wondered if she was named for that exact reason. Belle. Her big brown eyes sparkle with intelligent playfulness, her full mouth seems always ready to smile, with thick long hair I want to wrap my fist around… Damn, she’s sexy. Like a naughty, punky version of the beloved fairytale character with all her tattoos and piercings on show. Oh god, that makes me sound so weird. I groan. I’m so glad I didn’t say that out loud.
“Hey.” Belle reaches over to touch me lightly on the arm. “Are you okay?”
“I was about to ask you that,” I tell her with a gentle smile.
“I’m not the one groaning like I ate too much,” she quips. Her eyes sparkle with merriment even though she looks earnest and concerned.
“True, but you’re quiet, and you’ve had quite the night already,” I reply softly. “That’s probably more of a cause for concern than my stupid bloated stomach.”
Her eyes drop to my abdomen and her tongue darts out to wet her lips, so quickly that I think I dreamed it. Except the twitching of my dick tells me it was real. Fuck, yeah, this hard-on isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“We can leave this until tomorrow if you like?” I offer half-heartedly. I don’t want to call it a night and go home; I want to spend as much time as possible with her for the few days she’s here.
She looks like she’s about to reply when the car comes to a stop.
“We’re here,” Linc grunts from the driver’s seat. Of course, he insisted on driving Kelly’s truck himself, he can’t relinquish control to anyone, even to be a passenger in a damn car.
I don’t need to ask what his problem is; he’s been in a foul mood all day. It all started with a call this morning from his ex, Linda, who was probably hitting him up for more money. She didn’t seem to get the memo that they split up and Linc is no longer her walking personal ATM. I don’t know why he tolerates her bullshit; he never takes it from anyone else. There was a brief moment over dinner, when Belle was telling us stories about her travels and her ink, that he relaxed and seemed to enjoy himself, but once again he’s as tightly wound as a clock spring.
Linc gets out of the truck, slamming the door as he goes, and Kelly turns to me with a ‘WTF?’ look. I mouth, “Linda,” at him, and he nods like everything suddenly makes sense. Which it does; we all know that Linda is a total conniving, money-grabbing bitch. We just wish Linc would sever all ties with her once and for all; we can't figure out what keeps him going back.
Kelly leads Belle into the shop and I bring up the rear, while staring at her rear. It’s delicious.
We go straight through to Linc’s tattooing room — the biggest in the shop — and Belle takes a seat on the couch at Linc’s insistence.
“So, tell us what you want. Do you have any pictures you can show us?” Kelly asks eagerly. He’s grinning from ear to ear, and I can’t work out if it’s at the prospect of this job or being around Belle. I suspect it may be down to a little of one and a lot of the other.
“Erm.” She nibbles the corner of her bottom lip as she thinks. I admire her full lips as she contemplates her response. They’re plump and made for kissing, and I just know that they’d look stunning wrapped around my cock.
She pulls me out of my fantasies with her reply, “I don’t have one.”
“That’s okay. If you don’t have a picture, just try to explain what the design is like.” I give her what I hope is a reassuring smile, trying to disguise the filthy thoughts I was just having. She looks so nervous now that we’re in the shop, and I want to put her at ease, not make her feel like she’s in the presence of three predators. I move to sitting with my legs crossed on the floor, so she doesn’t have three large men towering over her like a pack of hungry wolves. I mean, we are, but I want her to like that, not look ready to run from it.
“I don’t have a design, I meant,” she replies, worrying her lip some more. It makes me want to take it between my teeth and show her how to really bite it. I’m so focused on her sexy mouth again that it takes me a moment to realize what she just said.
“Wait, what?” Kelly seems just as confused as me. “You’ve booked to have a tattoo done without a design in mind?”
She shrugs, unconcerned.
“I trusted Anya. She knows what I like, and is good enough to come up with something that would suit me.”
“Damn,” Kelly whistles, but Linc cuts him off.
“And us? Do you trust us enough to do that for you?”
“I dunno. I guess,” she shrugs once more. “I’m not about to let you just go to town on me, though; I’ll want to see design ideas first. At least a couple.”
“Of course. I’ll draw some options up for you. Now, where are you wanting it?” Linc is all business, while Kelly and I are still trying to get our heads around being given that kind of creative freedom. It’s every artist’s dream come true. I catch Kelly’s eye and silently communicate with him. This is huge. We have to document this.
“My back.”
“Whereabouts?”
“My back.” She looks at Linc like he’s gone crazy. “All over. My entire back.”
