Unclaimed (Kole Family)

by S. Brent

  “That her?” Jed asked. I knew it was hard to miss the smitten look spreading across my face. The guys frequently gave me crap about it.

  “That’s her,” I said with pride as I winked at her. She puckered her lips and kissed the air in my direction. Damn, I couldn’t help but smile. I wished that she would come over here and flirt and touch me like Betty did, but that was not her style. She was not overly bold or aggressive publicly. This was my place of business so she remained professional with me here, most of the time, especially when the shop was this packed. All eight stations are full and there were several people lingering in the lobby.

  “I’d pass up the ex too,” he grumbled.

  Pru winked at me. I air kissed her back before I turned back to Jed and started in again. She’d make her way over to me when she was ready. “Uh oh,” he said.

  “Hmm.” I was trying to focus so I could get her hot little body into my chair, strip off some of her clothes and work on her so I could take her home and take extra care of her and her sore side and strip off the rest of her clothes.

  “The ex is talking to your girl,” he informed me and my stomach tightened. I turned around to find Betty acting like she owned the place. She kept touching Pru’s arm. Pru kept backing away and Betty kept advancing. I was worried about what Betty was going to say. Of course Betty was going to investigate when Pru drew all of the guys’ interest when she entered.

  I should just ban Betty from the shop.

  I almost screwed things up with Pru once already because I wasn’t completely open with her. I hadn’t told her about Betty but we hadn’t shared a list of exs yet either. It just wasn’t something that we talked about. I didn’t what to know what would happen if Betty started in. Betty wasn’t the most honest and lived in her own little world. I didn’t want Pru to have any reason to doubt me. I had never been unfaithful to her but I didn’t want her to even doubt us.

  I couldn’t lose her.

  “Shit,” I huffed under my breath. “I’ll be back,” I told Jed and he laughed. I was sure I looked majorly stressed. I was.

  “Go save your girl and maybe yourself,” he laughed under his breath and I headed to the back door. My plan was to come out the front, side door and break them up. I just hoped I was not too late. Betty was probably doing her best to scare Pru away from me.

  Prudence

  This girl was obnoxious. The moment all of the guys greeted me she was on me like bees to honey. She smelled dirty and kept touching me. Just because there are only three women in the shop, her, me, and the one working, did not mean I wanted to be her friend.

  “So are you getting work done?” she asked touching my arm.

  “Yeah, finishing some up,” I told her stepping away.

  “Really,” she eyed me like I was lying. I knew I didn’t look like someone who typically had a tattoo but I have learned that there really isn’t a typical person that gets a tattoo. Just because I was not covered in tattoos head to toe like she is didn’t mean that it was such a crazy idea. I knew I look the conservative part but she looked like a cheap whore in child size clothing.

  “Who’s doing it?” she asked like she was going to catch me in a lie. Her skepticism was all over her face. It matched her snotty tone. Why would I even be here if I weren’t getting work done? “Because it looks like you are trying to sell bibles.”

  “Lincoln.” I had no response to that second comment. I had never heard that before. I’d never been called a bible salesmen before. I was not sure if she was insulting me or making an observation.

  “Lincoln is amazing. He did this one,” she pointed to the rainbow on her breast, “and this one.” She pulled her tiny shorts down so I could see a rose on her panty line. Classy. “Don’t get too attached though honey. That one’s mine,” she said stating her claim.

  “Is that so?” I asked. I was done with this girl and this conversation. I didn’t think for one second that he was actually dating both of us because when did he have the time. We spend every possible moment together.

  “So,” she said in agreement like I should be thoroughly impressed. I was. I was impressed that anyone could be this delusional. I never thought of myself as the possessive, jealous type but I was ready to go over to him and truly stake my claim. I wanted to crawl on top of him right in front of this girl, and every other soul in this shop, and kiss him senseless, stake my claim. In a moment of irrational thought I was about to do just that but when I looked over at his station he was gone.

  Where did he run off too?

  “Hey my lovely,” I heard him say as he walked out the side door and came directly my way. I wanted to leap into his arm but this time for an entirely different reason. The man is hot: dark jeans, snug t-shirt, messy hair with oversized, geeky glasses. Yes please.

  “Hey,” I cooed as he came over to me and wrapped his arms around me pulling me tight against him before his lips brushed against mine.

  “I’m almost done. Why don’t you come back and sit with me?” he offered. “Jed’s cool. I’m sure he’d love to meet you,” he added.

  “Okay sure,” I said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back to his area with him. He pulled up an empty stool for me. I gladly took it even though I can feel Miss. Shorty Shorts staring daggers at me.

  “Jed, Pru. Pru, Jed,” Lincoln introduced us quickly as he got back to work.

  “If looks could kill,” Jed said. “You’d be dead. I don’t think you made a fan Pru.” I like Jed. Honest, to the point. I could tell she was watching us.

  “You think,” I said back. “So who is she?” I asked Lincoln. I didn’t really want to talk about it in front of a stranger but at the moment I didn’t really care. I was on edge enough that I needed the story. I needed it now.

  Lincoln let out a deep sigh. He had to know this was coming. “An ex, Betty, that just can’t accept the fact that we are not together anymore. We broke up six months before you,” he explained. I felt a little bad for her. Lincoln would be hard to lose but damn have some self-respect and move on. Still hanging on, claiming you guys are together was pathetic and delusional.

  “Hmmm,” was all I can manage to get out. I turned my head so that I could look at her from the corner of my eye. She was seething but so was I. I was starting to wonder if this girl was more than just pathetic. I can probably add crazy to the list too. Should I be concerned about my safety? Because the girl was glaring at me like she’s planning my untimely demise. She might actually try to hurt me.

  “Pru?” Lincoln said quietly. I shifted so I could look over at him. I’d been so caught up in my glaring contest I hadn’t even realized that he finished Jed and he is getting ready to go. How long have we been glaring at each other?

  “Hmmm,” was all I managed again. I sounded more like a question. Apparently the ability to form words had escaped me in my irritation.

  “Don’t,” he pleaded as he reached over for the side of my stool and pulled me toward him. He had already taken off his gloves. He opened his legs so that I could sit between his. “Don’t act like this,” he whined as he took off his ridiculously cute, glasses tossing them onto the counter.

  “Like what?” I asked as I looked down at my legs in an effort to hide the blush I knew was coming. I was embarrassed that I was acting like a jealous fool.

  “Like I give a shit that Betty is into me,” he said as he ran his hands up my bare thigh until his fingers grazed under the hem on my dress. “I like this dress,” he growled against my ear and I was no longer focused on my jealousy. Lincoln had successfully distracted me.

  I turned my head towards him and nudged his cheek with my nose to get him to turn my direction. He willingly obliged. His eyes lock on mine, “Pru,” he whispered softly. There was a desperate tone to his voice I hadn’t heard before. I could feel his words against my lips an instant before his gently slipped over mine. There was something intense in his kiss. There was so much emotion behind it. I instantly got lost in his sweet, passionate kiss. It was gent
le and full of warmth and love.

  His hands were gripping my bare thighs. One hand has made its way higher under my dress to my hip. I placed both my hands on his chest when I leaned into him and was now clinging to his shirt as I melted into him. God, I loved this man. He made me forget everything, Betty, the world around us, the fact that we are sitting in a tattoo parlor, until the catcalls finally break through.

  I pulled away and buried my head into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me.

  “Damn,” Lincoln groaned into my ear so that no one else could hear. “One kiss and I’m lost in you,” then he nipped my ear lobe and pulled away so quickly I almost fell onto the floor. “I’ll clean up then you’re up.” I nodded and he started going about his work. Sanitation was very important in his line of work. I was grateful for it. I did not need an infection.

  I rotated in my chair while I waited. Lincoln has stepped into the back. Betty looked like her head was about to explode. She was standing over by one of the other guys, maybe trying to flirt, I’m not sure, but her eyes were on me and Lincoln, who has rejoined me and was asking about my day. He was completely oblivious to Betty. He truly couldn’t care less. That made me feel better but this bitch needed to realize that Lincoln was off the market.

  “Ready my lovely,” Lincoln asked when he was finally ready.

  “Are you?” I asked as I smiled up at him.

  “For more then you know,” he teased back. “But that is not a very accommodating dress and I would hate to get ink on your dress and ruin it. I am a fan of it.” He checked me out from head to toe as I stood up.

  I hadn’t thought of my dress when Lincoln called. I didn’t want to get ink on it either. It was new.

  “We can protect it with towels. Do you have enough?” I asked and he grabbed a few extras out of the cabinet.

  I had an idea. I knew I was being childish but I couldn’t help it. I was going to claim my man. Betty better learn her place and stay away from Lincoln.

  “I do,” Lincoln said.

  I started to slowly push the sleeve on one arm down, my eyes locked on his. He watched as I slowly slid the other sleeve down and let the dress fall to my waist. It was only being held up by my belt. He watched my every movement.

  The shop got quiet except for the blaring music. Everyone’s eyes were on me but I refused to look at anyone but Lincoln.

  I looked down shyly for a moment before looking back up at his face. His eyes locked on mine, and I reached around to unsnap my lacy bra and Lincoln jumped up to hold a towel in front of me with one eyebrow raised, backing me into the corner successfully hiding me from everyone’s eyes but his.

  He knew exactly what I was doing. His eyes were sparkling with amusement. He planned to enjoy every minute but was not willing to share my bare breasts with an entire shop. I wanted Betty to know that Lincoln was mine. He wanted me and I planned to keep it that way. I slid my bra down and toss the lacy ivory onto the counter.

  “Shit,” he grumbled as he looked at my bare breasts and my tattoo covered side. Who was I? I was not bold or overly seductive but I didn’t give a shit who saw at the moment. I actually wanted her to see. Who was I turning into?

  “Towel?” I asked. He took the last step towards me and covered my chest. I reached out to hold it against my chest.

  “God Pru,” he groaned quietly. His lips brushed mine. “Let’s get this done so I can get you out of here.”

  I held the towel over my chest to conceal what I can of my breasts. Lincoln tucked another one around my waist to protect my dress from any run off before he got to work.

  “I thought we would work here,” Lincoln says as he ran his fingers over the top section of my cherry blossom tattoo, over the side of my breast. I knew he was doing it deliberately. I teased him. This was his retaliation. His eyes were dark with desire as he watched his finger trail over the side of my breast.

  I nodded and bit my lip. Even his gentle touch turned me on. I wanted him. I was tempted to forgo the tattoo and drag him out of here but he wanted to get this done, plus I had to prove something to Betty.

  He got ready, checked the gun a few times then leaned in so his face was only inches from mine. “Ready?” he asked. He loved this. He loved working on me. He loved touching me. He loved teasing me. I loved it too.

  “Ready,” I said before gently kissing his lips.

  He pulled back and went to work. I flinched when he first started then managed to relax. It was annoying and uncomfortable but tolerable. I noticed Betty stormed out of the shop about the same time he started to work.

  That’s right. Mine bitch.

  Chapter 11

  Lincoln

  Pru was in her bathroom with the door open getting ready while I sat on her bed and watched her. She never got dressed until she was completely made up. Her wet hair was wrapped up in a towel while she applied her make up in nothing but her black polka dot bra and thong set, barefoot. It was a beautiful sight. A sight I wanted to commit to memory.

  I’d been drawing on the sketchpad that I started leaving at her house. Apparently, I did some of my best work when I was with Pru, problem is most of it is Pru. I don’t know how much of an actual problem that was though. Pru sleeping. Pru as a fairy. Pru half-naked. Pru completely naked. She didn’t even have to model. All I seem to draw is Pru. Pru. Pru. Pru. Today it was Pru getting ready for her day, her backside in full view. Her front was visible through her reflection in the mirror.

  I’d given up on my sketch though. I was too distracted. She had that effect on me. Pru was distracting. I was laying out on her bed in nothing but my boxers watching her. I hadn’t even made it out of bed yet. The only reason I even let her out of bed was because I had an appointment at the shop otherwise I would be doing my best to keep her in bed with me.

  It was Saturday and I had to work. Her plans for the day were studying at the library. I was hoping to make her evening plans with me. She could study if she needed. I didn’t care. I just wanted to be with her. If I had my way she would be spending all day with me at the shop and all night with me in bed.

  I was head over heels in love with Pru and I knew it. I am completely taken with this girl, this beautiful, delicate, sexy girl. I wanted to spend every moment of every day with her. Everything I think about doing I considered Pru into it. Did Pru want Thai for dinner? Did Pru want to hang out with the guys? Go out? Stay in?

  I saw Pru in everything. Pru would like this tattoo, or book, or flower. I bought things because when I saw them I thought of her. Just yesterday I bought her an oversized beaded bracelet because I thought she would love it. She had.

  My heart soared at the idea of being with her. I got excited every time I knew she was coming and panicked at the thought of losing her. I was in love with Prudence Kennedy Thompson.

  She was finishing up her morning routine. She had already washed her face, brushed her teeth, and had moved onto make up. She barely wore any. It was like watching her paint her face. There was a definite art to it. A couple different powders, eyeliner, mascara, and lip-gloss and she was done. She was putting on mascara. I was watching her reflection in the mirror. God she was gorgeous. Her eyes met mine in the mirror and sparkled.

  “What?” she asked as she blushed slightly. I loved when she blushed. I loved making her blush.

  “You’re beautiful,” I told her and she just rolled her eyes at me. I got up off her bed and walked over to her in the bathroom wrapping my arms around her waist. I leaned in and to kiss the side of her neck while she mascaraed the other eye careful not to jostle her so she didn’t stab herself in the eye. I imagined that wouldn’t be too pleasant.

  “My beautiful lovely fairy, mine all mine,” I whispered as I shower her creamy skin with tender kisses. I pulled my lips away from her exposed skin and met her eyes in the mirror. She put her make up down. “I love you,” I said. I meant it. I have never meant anything more. I hadn’t been planning to say it. It just came out and seemed right in the moment.

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sp; Her whole face lit up at my announcement. I hadn’t told a girl I loved her since high school. It all seemed so fast but everything with Pru happened in a beautiful rush.

  “I love you,” she said quietly back and my heart that had been pounding in my chest moments ago in fear of her reaction, her rejection. Now it was pounding for an entire different reason. I loved her and she loved me. We were in love.

  I had to have her. Now.

  I stepped back and unhooked her bra. She arched an eyebrow at me in the mirror and I just smiled before I started to work the bra down her arms until it fell to the floor. She was standing in front of the mirror completely topless in nothing but her panties. I planned to rid her of those as well.

  “Beautiful,” I said again and stepped up to her so that I could touch her. I wanted to touch her, to taste her, to have her. I loved the way that she let me. She let me touch her, play with her, and never once stopped me or complained. She touched back, played with me. I was not alone in my affections. I was going to cherish the beautiful girl that I loved and loved me.

  Lovely.

  “Lincoln,” she sighed as I grinded my already bulging erection against her nearly bare ass. I loved the way she sighed my name. I reached around and cupped both of her breasts in my hands.

  “Hmmm,” I said as I began kneading them while showering her with kisses again anywhere my lips could reach. When I lightly pinched her nipples she whimpered and rocked back into me.

  “You’re. Appointment,” she finally got out already breathless.

  “We have plenty of time,” I informed her and we did. Enough time for me to do all I want to her. I kept one hand on her breast and slid the other down her stomach and into the front of her panties until I reached her moist heat. She was already wet for me.

  “Lincoln,” she begged as I started to stroke her. I wanted her wild with need for me. I kick the bathroom door shut to ensure our privacy as I caressed her until she came apart in my arms.