Gripping her thighs and pushing them back, I thrust my hips and pound into her until I feel my release building. I have to pull out quick so I place her hand around my cock and let her know that I want her to jerk me until she finishes me off. She grips me tight and it’s not hardly any effort on her part to take me home.
I’m extra careful about releasing myself inside a woman, even with a condom. I’ve yet to do it.
We both lay back on my bed, while fighting to catch our breath. Neither of us speak. The moment is just too perfect for words.
After about five minutes of silence, Karma stands from my bed and starts fixing her clothes.
“I guess I should admit that you proved me wrong.”
“Yeah . . .” I smile up at her. “Tell me how.”
“Not every man I know is a quitter and some actually know how to please a woman.” She turns to walk toward the door. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”
I sit up, realizing that she’s running on me. “Or I could call you,” I suggest, even though I never do this shit. Usually I’m looking for ways to get them to leave at this point.
“I don’t give my number out to men. It’s sort of a rule of mine.”
My heart is racing because even though I’ve already had her, I’m not ready for her to walk away from me. “Then I’ll give you mine.”
She raises a brow and pulls the door open with confidence and a no-nonsense glare telling me my answer before she even opens up her mouth. “No, thank you. If we see each other then we see each other.” She smiles at me and blows me a kiss. “Bye, Blaze.”
I release a breath and run my hands through my sweaty hair and down my face as the door closes behind her.
She just pulled the fuck and run on me and fuck me, if I don’t want her more now . . .
I FEEL THOROUGHLY FUCKED, YET I want to walk back through that door and sit right back on his face.
I could tell he was going to have me screaming just by the look in his eyes the first time I met him. Piercing him was quite the pleasure, but it was nothing like fucking him.
Who knows, one day maybe we’ll hook up again, but until then I need to get my ass to the shop. I hope I still have clients waiting on me at this point. I’m much later than I expected.
I look down at my phone and see multiple text messages from Charlie at the shop. She knew I’d be a little late tonight, but I’m now almost two hours late and that isn’t like me at all. She’s freaking out at this point and I don’t blame her.
I shoot her a text telling her I’m on my way, before I race down the stairs and out the door of the mansion.
Fuck and forget. That’s what I do when I actually let myself hook up with anyone. After all, it’s what men do, so I may as well beat them to it.
Lately, I haven’t had the patience to deal with men and their bullshit. Running my shop has been my main focus, and needs to remain that way, until I’m able to add that extra shop in California like I’ve always wanted to do.
I started out just doing tattoos, but more recently have added piercing, to keep my clients coming back for multiple reasons.
I actually enjoy tattooing more, but piercing is quick and easy money. When I got the call to come to the house to pierce all of the guys in the Alpha house, it was a no brainer for me to get in on that kind of promotion.
Since the pictures went live, my shop has been out of control and I can’t seem to get enough talent in to take care of all of the demands, which is the exact reason why I should be there on the busiest night of the week.
I should’ve known it’d turn into a longer stop than I expected. His body alone was reason enough to make me stay longer than planned. That doesn’t even cover what he can do with that body.
My phone begins to ring just as I slide into the driver’s seat of my car.
“Damn, woman. I was just about to send the guys out to find your ass on the side of the road.” Charlie’s laughter fills the phone. “Did ya get lost?”
“I’m five minutes out,” I explain, hoping she’ll refrain from asking questions. “Just tell my clients I’ll stay until everyone gets what they came for.” I start the engine and hope like hell she’ll leave it at that.
“Can you at least tell me you have one fucking damn good reason for disappearing like this? This isn’t like you at all, Karma.”
She’s my shop manager and for that reason I have to keep her informed, but fucking Blaze is one thing I’ll never share with her.
“I had to make a stop and it took longer than I thought. I’ll be there in just a minute. Get my first client registered and then keep them coming. It’s mostly piercings tonight anyway so it should go quickly.”
“You know I’m taking care of things in here. I’ve been entertaining them and selling the shit out of the jewelry they’ll all need to change up the look. One guy is taking a time slot at the end of your shift, just to free some time up. We’ll be good until you arrive.”
“What guy is that?”
“His name is Ryan.”
My breath halts instantly. He wouldn’t dare come to my shop and start shit, would he? Hell, I’m not even sure it’s the Ryan I should be worried about, but just hearing his name sends me into a cluster of emotions I don’t want to deal with.
“Charlie, I’m almost there. I’ll see you in just a second.” I hang up and try to regain my professional appearance before I walk into a shop full of eyes on me for being late.
I look fucked. I feel fucked. And I just hope that before this night is over, I’m not fucked dealing with the Ryan I used to know.
Pulling up to the shop, I decide to park in the front tonight. I wish I could shake this uneasy feeling that one of the biggest assholes from my past is about to walk through my doors and try to manipulate his way into my life again.
He has never taken me saying no very well, we established that many times in the past.
I fix my makeup quickly before I step out of the car, my heart racing from the tension I now feel.
My artists know I never step through those doors looking less than perfect, but this might have to be a first for me. One quick glance back at my reflection in the windows and I see that my hair is a mess, so I quickly reach in for a clip and pull it up. I slide back in my car and strip out of my fancy dress and tone it down by putting on a more comfortable one. There’s no way I can wear that fancy shit and work.
One last look doesn’t really make me feel any better. It’s not my best, but it’ll have to do.
This night has been pure fucking chaos. I need to remember how this rushed feeling is the next time I decide to stop in at the Alpha house, even if my intentions were only to see what one of their parties was like.
I can see why they’re as successful as they are. Hell, the women there were ridiculous and I need to consider getting in on the next party they have. I could bring in my artists and offer work on any of the guests that show up. Maybe Lynx and I can work out some special in house rates for his clients, which will just increase business even more for my shop.
Fuck, I need to get more help in here.
Charlie is the first person I see when I walk into the shop. She’s standing there, twirling her pink hair around her finger and chewing her usual gum, while looking at the computer.
“Charlie, remind me to put out another ad for artists. We’re going to need to get more in here quick. I’ve been brainstorming.” She looks at me with a huge smile on her face, welcoming the information to grow the shop even further.
“Sure thing, boss lady. We could definitely use some more men in this place.” I knew she’d welcome that idea. She’s been asking for more eye candy in the shop for months now. She said it helps her day go by faster. I can’t even argue with her on that.
“Also, let me see the paperwork on my last client of the night.” I need to see if he really has the balls to come to me again.
“He didn’t fill out the paperwork yet, said he’d come a few minutes early to get it done.”
“What did he look like?” I question. I need to get to the bottom of this so I can let it go and get my work done.
She looks up from the counter. “He’s got a shit ton of tattoos, like almost as many as Bones.”
I close my eyes knowing it’s him. Damn it. Bones is one of my artists and is very tattooed. Ryan is a tattoo artist as well and has ink up his neck and all the way down both of his hands.
My heart begins to beat fast just thinking about him. What could he possibly want from me after everything we’ve been through?
I take a look at the people waiting on me when the shop phone rings, interrupting us. A small understanding smile from each of them lets me know they’re not too pissed off at me, so now I just need to get my shit together and move forward on this night so I can still get to each of them.
“Boss. There’s a man that says he’ll pay ten grand to get a session this week. I told him you were booked out three months and he told me to fuck off with that.” She’s laughing as she continues and I look at her like she’s crazy. “Sounds like he really wants you.”
Can this night get any weirder?
“What? Who is it?” I watch her hit mute on the receiver and look at me with a giant smile.
“He said you’ve screamed his name a few times tonight.”
Holy shit. That fucker.
My face flushes instantly and I consider slamming the phone down, as she hands it to me, with the most ridiculous look on her face. It’s like she’s proud that I finally got laid or something. It’s not like it’s been that damn long. But with her, even two days without sex is too long.
“I’m booked for months. Your money doesn’t change that.” I don’t even say hello or give him the chance to say anything before I speak sternly into the phone. I can’t believe he even called my shop with such a ridiculous fucking request. He’s so cocky that I want to strangle him through this phone.
His confident laughter frustrates me even further. “You could just give me a private session after hours, that’s what I really want anyway. You can tattoo me while we’re both naked.”
“I’m busy. I have clients lined up and don’t have time to deal with you tonight.” I try to dismiss him quickly, but I should’ve known he’d be more difficult than that.
“Make time.” His confidence is obvious in the way he speaks, and I admit that I find that extremely sexy.
“I can’t.”
“What time is your last client tonight then, I’ll just come there to get it sketched out or something.”
He just will not quit.
My mind goes to Ryan and the dread I feel that he’ll be coming in. Maybe it won’t be such a bad idea to have someone lined up right after him, even if it means I’ll be working extremely late into the night. Anything to get Ryan pushed out that door as quickly as possible sounds like a good option.
“My last client arrives at midnight. Get here before then to fill out the paperwork and we’ll talk once I’m finished with him. Don’t be late.” He begins to talk and I just hand the phone to Charlie.
I don’t have time for anymore of the shit that seems to be at a constant downpour on me tonight.
Releasing a breath, I walk into my private room and find two females sitting there waiting patiently. I look at their chart and see that I’m doing nipple piercings on both of them.
Hitting the music, I wash up and finally get my night started. “Alright, tops off so we can get you marked properly.” They both smile and don’t hesitate to strip out of their tank tops and bras. I start to mark the first one before they begin to talk.
I don’t really catch much of what they say, until a certain name comes up, catching my attention.
“I bet Blaze will love your tits even more now.” The blonde looks down with a grin on her face before she responds with excitement.
“I know he will. I can’t wait to show him. I just hope the pain will be worth the pleasure that will eventually come with having these.” What are the odds that this is the same Blaze? And why do I care if it is?
“My next call with him is tomorrow night.”
There it is. It sure as hell is the Blaze I know. I keep quiet and just do my job perfectly as usual. Their stories won’t distract me into messing these up.
“I don’t care about your next call with him, when will he be over again? I could use another night with that friend of his.” I finish piercing the blonde before I clean up and start on the brunette.
Knowing about Blaze before I went there tonight, I knew he was experienced and there would be numerous women out there that know him intimately. I just wasn’t ready for them to be in my face so quickly. Not that it matters, but shit if this doesn’t make me feel like he’s the perfect one to use for sex when I need it. He can’t get too attached with that kind of reputation.
I seem to only be attracted to men like him. It’s easy to fuck and move on, they don’t truly want anything more than that anyway. I knew this going in to his room tonight and that’s the exact reason I will only ever be a fuck buddy at best with him.
I don’t have to like these bitches though. Outside of being my clients, I don’t owe them anything beyond that. I can feel my bitch face taking over quickly, so I turn to make the notes I need to once I finish. “Take a look and tell me what you think.” I point to the mirror and they both stand side by side in front of it.
“We should send him a picture right now.” The blonde grabs her phone and they both pose. I stand purposely out of the view and wait impatiently as they continue to make me crazy.
“Who knows, maybe we should take him up on that threesome thing after this. Your tits look amazing and I know he has a thing for pierced nipples.” They both begin to laugh and agree how amazing that would be.
“I bet he can handle both of us without any issues. That man definitely has a lot of stamina and I’m hoping to find out what he would do with both of us.”
Fuck my life, this is what I get for going for the one with the biggest dick.
I NEED TO GET THE hell out of here. “I have somewhere important to be, Lynx. I know you’ve had a shitty night with Rebel, but I have an appointment.”
I step around his angry ass as he stares me down and start down the back stairs to leave without being noticed by the crowd.
He doesn’t stop me and I’m thankful. Karma is fucking with my mind and I’m going to get a piece of her again, because that little show wasn’t nearly enough for me to say that I’ve scratched that itch. I fucking need more of her.
I take my truck to her shop and notice there are only four cars and a motorcycle in the parking lot. It’s after midnight, but only by a few minutes.
The sign says closed, but I go to the door anyway, knowing that she’s expecting me. A girl with pink and blue hair greets me and locks the door behind me.
“You here for Karma?” I nod at her and try not to watch her legs in that short ass skirt as she bends over to fix a rug. Any one of the other guys in the house would jump at a chance to fuck her, but all I can think about is getting to Karma. “She’s got one more piercing to finish, then you’re up.”
I walk around the front of the shop, taking in all the pictures of finished tattoos. I catch her signature at the bottom of one, then go back over them, taking note of all of hers specifically. She’s a very talented artist, which only makes me more excited to get an even larger tattoo than I planned.
Before I can finish looking at all of the proof of her talents, the music stops overhead and her voice echoes in my ears, instantly causing me to be on guard.
She’s angry and I can’t make out every word she’s saying, but I hear a few words before the door opens. She’s trying to get someone to leave and they don’t seem to get the fucking hint.
“I’m finished. I have work to do so Ryan, please go.” Her small body is no comparison to his large physique and I find myself instantly watching his reaction to her demands. He’s not moving toward the do
or and it heats me up very quickly.
I take a few steps toward her door before she looks over at me and then back to this Ryan fucker. “Please go. I’ll call the fucking police to get your ass out if I have to.” He finally stands only to step toward her and close the door once again.
Before I even acknowledge what I’m doing, I’m in the room with them, I’ve slammed him against the wall and my arm is held tight against his throat. “She said to leave, mother fucker. What do you not understand?”
His wicked grin shows me how fucked up he is and how bad shit is about to get if he decides to fight against me. I don’t want to fuck up her entire shop, but I will just to see this trash taken out.
I can feel the veins in my forehead bulging as I think about fucking this guy up. I press harder and grip him to start dragging him to the front door.
“Stop. I can handle my own shit, Blaze.” Her anger is felt in the room and I can’t tell if I’ve overreacted to this situation, or if she’s just downplaying it all trying to be Miss Independent on my ass and not need a damn man.
“I’m leaving . . . for now. But I’ll be back, Karma. Don’t think for one fucking second that I won’t. You know me better than that. We have a lot of fucking history and that shit doesn’t just go away.”
His dark eyes focus on her when I back away. I remain in between the two of them, ready to tear his ass up if he takes one step toward her.
“I’ll always be near and watching. Just remember that.” His threat confirms to me that I didn’t overreact and she needs to let me take care of this piece of shit.
“Don’t threaten her again. I’m giving you one last chance to leave on your own before I throw your ass out of here.”
His fucked up laughter irritates me and is the final straw that causes me to snap. I slam him into the wall again and get in his face, holding back the urge to fight him all the way out the door. “How about you and I step outside for a little one on one chat about how this is all going to go?”
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