Unclaimed (5 page)

“Pru here is a tattoo virgin,” Maggie said looping her arm through m
ine pulling me up against her.  At least Maggie was able to keep herself together.  I wonder if she recognized Lincoln from the other night.  Probably not.  She’d get a good laugh out of it later when I broke it all down for her.  Lovely.

“I know,” Lincoln said reminding me and everyone els
e here that we have a history.  Maggie’s eyes shot to me and I saw her putting the pieces together.  She started to laugh.  Not just chuckle or giggle, not that I’d ever seen her giggle, but full on laugh.  Fabulous.  She put the pieces together.  Several people stopped to stare at her.  She did look a little crazy.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” she gasped as she brushed
the tears from her eyes.  She was laughing so hard she was crying.  She wrapped her arms around her stomach as she bent over laughing hysterically.

“Laugh it up,” I said
.  There was no escaping this now.

“Oh I plan too, Lovely, I plan to,” Maggie got out between hysterical sobs b
efore turning back to Lincoln.  So much for Maggie sticking up for me.

“She’s here to have you pop her cherry,” she said
seductively.  Maggie was loving this.  Lincoln coughed into his hand to cover his laugh.  I wanted to crawl under a rock and die.  My entire neck and face were burning by the force of my blush.

Maggie and him fell into tattoo talk while I alternate
d between different ways to make an escape and how I was going to get Lincoln to see me again if I didn’t die of embarrassment first.  His eyes kept shifting to me, so I thought maybe I had a chance but first I had to not die of embarrassment.

Maggie busted out her portfolio and to show him the design she was
thinking of.  I hadn’t even realized she had brought it in.  They started talking placement and sizing, maybe just using a portion of the drawing to make it smaller, middle of my lower back, or an ankle.

“Where do you want it little fairy?” Lincoln asked
pulling me out of my stupor.  I was lost with all tattoo chatter.  I was too busy staring at Lincoln, remembering him in all his naked glory, to focus.  He looked good, really good, in his lose fitting torn up jeans, and snug rock band t-shirt with his tattoos showing.  He had in the same black earrings and same black barbell in his brow.  I have never been into glasses before but I loved his.  He wasn’t been wearing them the other night.  Are they a work thing?  Just for show or does he really need them too see?

“Huh,” was
my stellar response.  Maggie snapped her fingers in front of my face almost clipping my nose.

“Focus,” she barked
.  “We are discussing the permanent alteration of your body.  Pay attention.”  She was right.  This tattoo should take priority over the way Lincoln’s eyes almost seem to swirl in the light behind his glasses.

“Where do you want it?” Lincoln asked smiling at me like he could guess where my t
houghts were.  Probably could.  “It would be cute on your foot, or if you want it somewhere more hidden, more private,” he was part asking, part suggesting as he raised his eyebrow, smirking at me again.  I was sure he’d love to put it somewhere more private.  I’d love to let him.

“How big do you want it?” Maggie asked.

I looked down at the design again.  If I was going to do this then I was going all out.  Go big or go home right?

“I
want it on my side.”  I used my hand to add emphasis to the area I was talking about.

“How big?” Lincoln asked.

“Big,” I said.  He eyed me for a second like he was picturing it, looking at my side.  There was nothing sexual in his stare.  He was like an artist staring at his canvas. He was all business.

“Okay,” he finally said smiling ear to ea
r.  He has such a happy smile.  He came around the counter to me.  He lifted my arm gently by holding my hand.  The moment his skin brushed mine I had to hold back a shiver.  His smoldering eyes met mine.  They were full of desire.  At least I was not alone in this.  His eyes dropped to the area he was going to be working on.

“We can start here,” he gently touched under my arm with the tip of his fingers
.  “Then have it snake around.”  His finger traced the path he was thinking of all the way down to my hip.  “And have it dip below your pants.  It would look really good if it also came a little this way,” he said as his finger brush the side of my breast.  I shuttered under his light touch.  Was he trying to scare me off or turn me on?  Was this a challenge?  Was this some sort of seduction because there was no way he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.

“Okay,” I said with more confidence than I felt as I met his eyes and he winked
at me.  My pulse jumped.  It literally jumped.  This man was dangerous, sex covered in tattoos and glasses and he knew it.  Dangerous.

“This is going to rock,” Maggie cheered.

Lincoln

My four-thirty was someone named Magg
ie McGillicuddy.  What a name.  Jonas referred her to me.  If someone would of told me it was going to be the little fairy that was haunting my every fantasy I would have called bullshit.  I was in the back room scarfing down a piece of pizza between appointments, the back piece I was finishing had run a little long, when the lovely jokes had started up again.  They’d given me a hard time about that comment. I didn’t blame them.  I would have done the same.  They referred to her as Lovely and everything was lovely.  It was funny shit.

I wasn’t paying attention to all the lovely comments when Jonas called out
that my appointment was here.  I was pleasantly surprised to see her standing there in all her blushing glory.  I remembered her friend from the other night vaguely, loud, had tattoos, basically all that mattered.  I just assumed that I would be doing a piece for her, until she announced that Pru was getting it.  Yes please.  I wanted to give this girl a tattoo.  I wanted to draw on her body, put something permanently me on her, my mark.  The idea of inking this girl who I couldn’t get out of my thoughts was more than a little exciting.

If she hadn’t seemed so embarrassed when I walked out I would have thought she set this up just to see me but she was blushing so
badly her entire face was cherry red.  She looked ready to bolt at any moment.  I wasn’t going to let that happen.

Maggie’s drawings were
beautiful.  She was a good artist.  I wondered if she’d ever consider a career as a tattoo artist.  When she pulled out the cherry blossom drawing there was something about them that just screamed Pru.  It would look more than perfect on Pru, beautiful, not too trendy or over the top but delicate and feminine.  I could not see her walking around with a skull or the grim reaper on her delicate skin.  Cherry blossoms fit her perfectly.

I figur
ed she’d want something small.  It was her first tattoo after all but nope, another surprise, her whole side and damn it, that was a major turn on.  It was going to be hot to work on her and it was going to be hot when I was done.  I just needed to convince this girl to give me proper opportunity to enjoy my work.

It would
take two sittings maybe three.  Maggie paid for all up front, plus tip and told me to give her girl the time of her life and winked at me.  Oh I would, if she’d let me.  Maggie was starting to grow on me.

I took
Pru’s hand and pulled her back to my station.  I loved how her little hand fit into mine.  Normally I wouldn’t touch a client except to work on them but this was different.  I wanted to touch her, needed to.

I have never been a touchy kind of guy but I discovered the other night at the bar that there was just something about Pru th
at made me crave touching her.  I wanted to hold her against me, hold her hand, run my fingers through her hair, press my lips against her silky skin.  I could go on and on about the hundreds of different ways I wanted to touch this girl.

Now here she was lying on my table while I drew
on her with a ballpoint pen.  She was stretched out on her side to giving me full access to the other.  The one I planned to work on.  Her skinny jeans were undone and pulled down so that I could reach her hip exposing her thong, silver lace.  Damn.  Her gray shirt was completely off along with her bra, which I noticed matched her panties when I saw it peeking out from her pile of clothes that were folded up sitting on the counter.  She probably could have kept part of it on but I encouraged her to lose the entire thing.  I was a guy after all.  A guy who had seen what was underneath those clothes and was desperate to see it again.  Did she always wear matching underwear?  She had the other night too.  God that was hot.

She was ho
lding a towel over her breast.  Breasts that I knew are perfectly plump with delicious pink nipples and a perfect handful for me.  She looked good in her skin tight jeans, gray top, and matching heels but I think she looked ever better like this, topless, pants undone, my drawing down her side.  I tucked a towel into her jeans to protect them from run off ink.  She could have done it but I didn’t even offer the option to her.  Where was the fun in that?  I just did it for her.  It gave me an excuse to touch her, for my fingertips to linger under the edge of her jeans.

It was going to be hard to stay focused especially since my excitement had centered below the waist.

I took Maggie’s drawing and free handed it on her side with pen and was about to start the outline.  The table was lined.  I have all my inks set up.  The gun was ready.  The plan was to go until one of us couldn’t go any longer.

“You ready?” I asked as I leaned
in towards her side.  I kicked on the gun and the soft humming filled the air.  I had my gun in one hand and a paper towel in the other.  She just nodded and bit her lower lip like I wanted to.  Her eyes met mine and I could see the fear in them but the trust in them was baffling.  She trusted me to permanently mark her body.

Most of the time people got that panicked look in their eyes right before I started
in, especially newbies, some even backed out.  I found it amusing but with her I wanted to comfort her, hold her, reassure her.  My reaction to her fear shocked me but so did the complete and utter trust I saw in those deep brown eyes.  She trusted me to decorate her perfect skin.  It was humbling so I got to work praying she didn’t cry because I didn’t know how I was going to get through this if she bawled the whole time

She flinched when the needle first attacked her skin but then managed
to relax.  Thank God.  She laid there like a champ.

“So,” I started i
n after we had been quiet for awhile while I worked with, thankfully, no tears in sight.  “Why a tattoo?” I asked as I continued to work.  People get work done for different reasons.  I wanted her reason. I wanted another piece of her puzzle.

“I don’t know.” 
Her voice was soft as she watched me work the best she could.  “I’ve always wanted one.  Maggie knows that.  So this is her birthday gift to me.”

I wiped away some of the bl
ood that has escaped her body.  “But why?” I pressed.  People usually have a reason deeper then I wanted one.

She hesitated for a moment then looked
up at me.  Her eyes had become stern, determined.  Gone was the blushing, soft-spoken girl.  “Because I can.  Because it’s my body and I can do what I want with it.”

Ahh
, rebellion.  I liked that idea.

“Who doesn’t approve?” I pushed
.  “Parents?  A boyfriend?”  Please say parents.  Please say parents.  I did not want to hear she had a boyfriend.  I’m not sure if I’d be able to walk away from her if she did.

She let out a deep breath. 
“My parents,” she said so softly I almost didn’t hear her.  Issues there?

“Well this is quite a sta
tement,” I said still working.  “But statement or not, it’s going to look incredible.”

“Thanks. 
Fan of your own work?” she teased turning our conversation lighter with a small smile.

“You have no idea,” I said
smiling down at her bare side.  I looked up at her and winked when I saw her big, brown eyes on me.  At the moment I was a huge fan as I worked on the section on her breast.

I was making a point to let my fingers brush over her skin at every opportunity I found
.  I just wished I didn’t have these damn gloves on so I could really feel her skin on mine.

“So is there a boyfriend?” I asked
.  I dhadn’t meant to ask but it just came out.  Way to be subtle.

“No boyfriend,” she said
softly.  This girl had the sweetest, little voice.  I peeked up at her.  She was blushing again, just slightly so her cheeks were the most delicate shade of pink behind her freckles against her fair skin.  She was so pretty half naked while I tat her up, blushing.  I wanted more of her.

“Bitch!” Maggie yelled
.  I had been just staring at Pru’s delicate face.  I stopped working for a moment to truly take in her doe eyes, full lips, and freckles that I love, with her soft pink blush.  I could get lost in just her face.  I was until Maggie yelled.  That girl had no volume control, or maybe she did and it was just stuck on loud.

She was in Jonas’ chair and we all looked ov
er.  He wasn’t working on her.  She had just taken up residence there with her phone to her ear.  He didn’t seem to mind.  “We got Spunk, yes we do.  We got Spunk, all over you,” she cheered throwing her arm up into the air completely unaware or uncaring of her audience.