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He motioned toward his thigh. “Go for it.”
She took the familiar silver of the gun in her hand and every ounce of her missing soul rejoined her. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she savored the feeling of being complete again. Using her feet, she rolled the stool toward Garrett and positioned above his thigh.
It had been too long, and when she turned the gun on, the familiar vibrations flowed through her. She touched the needle to his skin and let the world fade. Her sole focus was on her canvas, and she let her skills take control.
She wiped away the excess ink and continued forming crisp, straight lines. Garrett was a king in their world, and she wouldn’t settle for anything less than perfect.
***
Tattooing no longer bothered Garrett. The pain was familiar, and he had grown to enjoy it. But watching Harley in her element, permanently marking his body, was a feeling he had never experienced before.
It took restraint to control his cock from standing at attention as she bent, giving him an amazing view of her luscious flesh. It wasn’t just the view, though. It was her. Her focus was admirable, her attention to detail awe-inspiring. As soon as that gun was in her hand, Harley became a different person. She was firmly in her element, and the confidence she’d lacked was completely gone, and the siren he knew she was shone brightly on the surface.
Fury ran up his spine. Those assholes had taken something so special from her. She'd retreated and lost part of herself. Reid hadn’t been hopeful when he called about the video, but Allison said she’d include it in her segment to see if anyone in town noticed the person. It would be hard, considering they wore a black hoodie pulled tight over their head.
Harley had seemed disappointed, and he had wanted to take her in his arms, but he was in the middle of working on a client. It was why he thought she needed to let Allison interview her on air. Harley didn’t deserve to be silenced. She deserved to let people know what she had been through. Expose the shitty side of the internet and the pricks who had no regard for a human being.
“Outline is done.” Harley sat up, arching her back and pushing her tits at him. His eyes lingered on the porcelain skin, remembering just how soft they felt beneath his lips. She snapped. “I know I have an amazing rack, but I need you to focus.”
He grinned. “Oh, I am very focused.”
She rolled her eyes. “I can see that, but I need you to focus on this.” She pointed to the outline she’d finished, and he glanced down. It looked exactly as she had drawn. The lines were as crisp and straight as they could possibly be.
“It’s fucking perfect.”
“Are you just being nice?”
He tilted his head. “No. You’re a genius. This is textbook, and it has your signature style all over it.”
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and he tightened his hands on the leather to keep from jumping up and licking that very spot. “It is pretty good.” Her teeth slid over her bottom lip. “I’ve missed this.”
He’d wondered when she’d pick a gun up again. She’d been spending her days behind the desk, answering phones, talking to walk-ins, and drawing. He leaned forward, tilting her chin with his finger. “Welcome back.”
Joy lit her face. “It’s good to be back.” He cupped her cheek, not ready to lose the contact yet. She nuzzled into his palm and sighed. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For taking a chance on me. For not kicking me out the minute that girl stormed in here and threw water in my face. For seeing me as more than a quick fuck.”
“Harley.” He sat up, drawing closer to her. “You are much more than that. So much more.”
“I know that now.” She blinked up, her dark eyes zeroing in on his. “Every time you look at me, I feel my confidence slowly seeping back in. I feel sexy again.”
“You are sexy.” He kissed her short and sweet. “And once you finish this tattoo, I’m going to show you just how sexy I think you are.”
“Really? And how do you plan on doing that?”
“By worshipping every inch of your body. Every curve, every dimple, every sexy inch.”
Satisfaction surged through his veins when she pressed her thighs together and rocked slightly on the stool.
“Let’s finish this then, since you’re going to need time.”
“We have all night.” He kissed her hard and fast, then regretfully pulled away. He kicked his legs on the chair and forced his cock to man down.
Harley jumped right back in, smiling and humming as she went. Garrett relaxed, enjoying her in her element, fully aware the queen had settled into her castle. They were going to rule the tattoo world and have a fucking blast doing it.
The sun set, draping the outside in darkness, but Harley didn’t seem to notice. She was too focused on his thigh and on her design. Finally, she looked up. A gorgeous smile, filled with pride and happiness, spread wide across her beautiful face. “Done.” She wiped it one last time and kept her hand in place. “You ready to see it?”
