Chapter 14 #3
“You crazy fucking bitch!” The blonde screams while blood pours from her nose. I can tell from the way it’s immediately purple that her nose is never sitting the same way again. “I’m going to sue you!”
“I don’t care what you do. I care what you say about my man.
Did I actually hear you say that Ty did this to me?
That he gets turned on by this?” Roxie asks in a dark tone, one that makes me stand up to protecI’mt— not sure who, and makes me need to rearrange my dick in my pants.
Fuck, hearing her call me that, her man…
My eyes close just for a moment, and I try to bite back the moan that wants to leave my mouth.
My dick is pressing hard against the denim of my jeans as I watch this protective goddess stand up and protect what’s hers.
Bessie’s smart and she stays quiet, looking around for someone to help her, to come to her defense, but it’s just Asher, myself and Asher’s client here. All of whom have seen what she did.
Roxie steps closer, the rage coming off of her is palpable. I can feel the anger floating from her in waves. I mirror Roxie and take one step closer to her, not because I think she might need back up, but because I think I might need to hold her back.
“Let me make myself crystal fucking clear,” Roxie says slowly, menacingly, in a tone that makes my cock jump and my heart race. “If I ever hear you say some disgusting, cruel shit about my man again, you’ll have to be rolled out of here.”
Bessie’s eyes widen and then just when I think I’m in the clear, she opens her dumbass mouth. “I think I’d just walk.”
I hear Asher groan and his client laugh, and I wince. Fuck.
“It’s pretty hard to walk when your knees are broken, you dumb bitch! Get out!” Roxie screams, grabbing her by the shirt and shoving her across the room towards the front door.
From the looks of it, Roxie’s incredibly fucking strong because that bitch flew. Her legs fall over and her feet stay in the air hilariously for a moment too long before she crashes to the ground.
“Get the hell out of here and don’t you even think about telling anyone about what happened in here, or I swear to everything I’m sanctioned by below, you’ll regret it,” Roxie sneers as Bessie scrambles up from the floor.
It should not be this fucking arousing that Roxie threatened this chick for me.
It shouldn’t be… But then why is it so fucking hot?
Bessie throws a fifty at me and runs out, tears falling down her face and her nose bleeding.
I should run after her and tell her how to clean her tattoo, how to keep it clean. But she signed the paperwork. She has other tattoos. She’ll be fine.
Plus I have much more important matters to take care of.
Roxie.
The door closes and Asher starts to slow clap, nodding in appreciation as he lets out a low whistle.
“Damn Rox, I always knew you were a fighter, but a defender too? Remind me not to piss you off,” he jokes and picks his machine back up to get back to the tattoo.
But the moment he gets back to work, is the moment I see Roxie shift. The rage leaves her eyes and it turns to panic. Clear, undiluted panic.
“Look, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have stepped in, I just saw red and—”
“Roxie,” I say softly, pulling my gloves off and taking her hands.
“Please don’t,” she whispers, stepping back quickly and I instantly freeze. Hands barely touching hers, I stay still. I don’t pull back, I don’t move forward. I stay right where I am.
That’s when it hits me.
She thinks I’m angry with her. Or that Asher’s angry with her. And she automatically tensed up because it’s something Mickey would hurt her for.
“Roxie,” I whisper just loud enough for her to hear. “I’m not mad. Neither of us are. I’m… It was really hot actually,” I say with a smirk that I know affects girls.
“‘Really hot actually’?” she repeats my words and I can hear some of that fire coming back in her tone.
Good.
“That’s what you have to say?” she snaps, her brown eyes turning to molten gold as she turns that rage to me. Over her head, I see Asher visibly cringe at my words.
“I mean, I had it handled, but you stepping in like that,” I say quickly, both turned on and a little scared of what she’s going to do.
“God, carino, it was so fucking sexy,” my voice drops a little more as I step closer so only she can hear my words.
“Seeing you break her nose and call me your man all in the same breath? Fuck, I’m going to be thinking of that over and over. ”
Her eyes darken to match mine, and I smile because I know she gets it. I know she’s feeling it too.
Her adrenaline is starting to wane, but in its place is want.
She wants me just as badly as I want her.
Do I keep pushing her to see exactly what she wants? My dick bobs at the thought.
Fucking jeans. Never again. Not when Roxie’s around. She’s like it’s fucking magnet. It wants her now. Not that I can blame the guy. He’s been jonesing for her for so long.
I try to shift my leg so the bulge isn’t quite so visible, but her eyes turn from angry to flustered in less than a second and I know she can feel the tension building between us. Her annoyance bleeding into need.
“I won’t let someone talk about you like that,” she whispers.
Her words sealing between us like a vow.
She stands straighter, warring with herself to not show exactly how much this affected her, and I promise to myself right fucking there that nothing will happen to this girl.
She’s mine and if what she just said means what I think it does, we’re going to protect each other.
For the rest of fucking time.
I step closer into her space and I watch with rapt attention as she clocks each movement I make. Bringing my hand up-slowly this time-I brush a lock of hair behind her ear, trying to be gentle with the injuries and her pupils blow wide.
“Thank you, carino,” I whisper softly, holding her face gently.
Our eyes linger on each other, but the moment I see hers dip to my lips, I pounce.
I take her lips in another kiss that feels like I’ve been starved. For her. We kissed in the backroom and fuck, it was everything I’ve ever imagined, but this one? This kiss is everything I’ve ever fantasized about late at night when my hand was wrapped around my cock.
Her hands wrap around the back of my neck and she pulls me down to her level. I wrap my hands around her waist, my arms banding around her so I don’t hurt her bruising. Everything around us fades away and there’s only her. Only Roxie.
I’m painfully, achingly aware that she’s been hurt and she doesn’t fully trust me yet. I’m more than content to stay here; to let her lead me, drag me, pull me wherever she wants, at her own pace. I want everything and anything she wants.
But this desperate kiss she’s giving me is making it hard to hold back.
Her tongue sweeps into my mouth and I groan, bending over so her back bends slightly.
But I’m right there, holding her tightly against me so she doesn’t have to hold herself up.
My hand slips from her waist to her upper back, keeping her there while trying to envelop her as much as I can.
I feel Roxie push me upright, and before I know what’s happening, she’s jumping and I catch her easily. My hands grabbing her thighs, and holding her up in the air so her face is over mine and I get to chase her lips even more.
“Ty,” she whispers as she pulls back for a breath and I growl into her neck. My lips aren’t ready to leave her body yet.
“Don’t make me get the fucking spray bottle out! Come on, guys!” Asher’s grossed out expression cuts through our little bubble and we pull back.
Okay, let me rephrase.
She pulls back and I keep my face nestled into her neck, breathing her in. She tries to slide down me, but my grip on her tightens.
“Not yet,” I say softly. The words brushing against her neck.
“Bro,” Asher calls out, “Just go home before you scar me for life.”
“You’re seriously telling me that you wouldn’t want to watch?” Roxie scoffs. “I’m sexy as fuck and so is Ty. It’d be a damn treat for you. But don’t worry,” she says strongly, threading her fingers through my short hair, scraping my scalp lightly with her nails. “I don’t share.”
I growl to cover up a groan before looking over her shoulder at Asher and the client he’s working on that’s a little too interested in Roxie’s ass as I hold her in my arms.
“Neither do I.” My words have the desired effect because the client turns his head towards Asher but not before I see him turn red.
“Go! I’ll say no walk-ins today. Just… leave before I see more than I should.” Asher shudders and points aggressively to the door.
He doesn't need to tell me twice.
“Come on,” I say, setting her down, making sure she rubs against my body as she slides. Her eyes flash up to mine as she settles against me, and I know that she can feel my hard-on. But instead of running from meor taking a step back, her breath hitches and she stays right where she is.
In fact, the little menace presses against me more, like she’s showing me just how much she likes it.
“After you,” Roxie says in a low tone that sets me off even more and I bite back a moan.
Threading our fingers together, I dump the entire tray in the trashcan, making sure to keep my actual tattoo gun from falling in.
Throwing away all the necessary bits, I set the machine in my cabinet, grab my bag and pull Roxie out of there.
“Get it, girl!” is the last thing I hear Asher yell with a roaring laugh before the door closes. I waste no time at all pushing Roxie up against the brick wall. We’re outside the shop, away from other people, and I just…can’t wait.
I need to taste her again.
Roxie follows my lead, letting me press her gently into the brick wall as I bend down to take her lips. I can’t… I can’t get enough of her now that I know I can have her.
“My man…” Those two little words are playing on repeat in my head.
“Did you mean it?” I pull away abruptly, needing to hear those words like I need to breathe, and she chases my lips with hers.
“Mean what?” Roxie sounding as wrecked as I feel.
“That I’m yours.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Roxie says, not hesitating in the slightest before cupping the back of my neck and dragging me back to her.
Groaning, I slide my hands around her waist and push against her so there’s not a sliver of space between our bodies. Roxie’s legs snap around my waist and I pull her up.
I’ll gladly hold her in my arms like this for the rest of time.
I never thought I had a thing about holding a girl while she fucking devours me, but I see the appeal with Roxie and I crave it.
The way she jumped? Like she knew I’d catch her… She trusted that I’d catch her.
And I always will.
Her ankles lock behind my back and she holds my head against hers so I can’t pull back, even if I wanted to. Instinctually, I grind into her, giving her some of this pressure I have and she moans.
Music to my ears.
“Yeah, baby. Make that noise again. Please, carino, I have to have it,” I say, grinding into her again.
We’re so fucking wrapped up in each other, I don’t even feel the sun beating down on me anymore.
I don’t feel the breeze from the wind or hear the cars going past. I don’t hear when the door opens, too lost in Roxie; in her taste, in her scent, in what she’s doing to me.
I especially don’t clock fucking Asher assaulting us with the waterbottle he uses to water the two plants he has at the shop.
“Go home and do that before you get arrested for indecency! Jesus fucking Christ.”
Roxie looks at Asher like she’s going to kill him, but I just lift her off the wall and start running.
“Put me down, Ty! I can walk!” She’s jostling in my arms with each step, but I don’t care. The walk is short, but it’s even shorter if I run.
“No, baby, we’re getting home and we’re getting home now.”