Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Aurora
My irritation was through the roof.
I know he does tattoos on women. I know on occasion he also does piercings…on women. Some very inappropriate locations for both are bound to happen.
But this, well it’s hard to swallow.
I recognize both of them. I know he’s been with both of them, sometimes in one swooping, Jace-like event, he’s had them both.
And… It. Makes. Me. Sick.
“And you are?” says the bimbo that has yet to even attempt to cover up her tiny fucking tits. Tiny as in I am not even sure they’d classify as a handful.
“I’m the girl,” I say, taking a step forward, fisted hands at my side. “The same girl who is two seconds from knocking you off that fucking table and stabbing his tattoo gun straight into your eye.”
She laughs.
“Bitch.” I move in, and that’s when Jace stands.
“Babe.” He holds me, facing me with his back to the girl. “This is kind of hot,” he says very low and smiles. Yes, he smiles and right then I want to stab him in the eye.
“Yeah, babe.” The bimbo snickers.
“Believe me I am not doing this for you,” Jace tells her without looking at her. “This beauty right her is entirely too perfect to be locked up, so I am keeping her from beating your ass. Honestly if I thought you had a chance I might let it happen, just so I can watch my girl here in action. But you got about five seconds to get the fuck out of here before I cut her loose and you lose sight in one eye. Possibly worse, because I have a feeling once she starts to disfigure you, she may not stop.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep,” I interrupt, “he is very fucking serious you dollar store slut with the body of an adolescent boy.”
Jace chuckles, still holding me tightly. “I’m truly looking forward to beating your ass.”
“You’re crazy,” she yanks down her shirt.
“Bitch, you haven’t seen crazy yet.” Her eyes widen when I push against Jace. She scrambles, keeping her distance as she makes her way to the door. Her sleazy friend follows right behind her.
The bell on the front door jingles as they rush out.
Suddenly Zac appears, his brows arched, looking between us and the front door, curious about what took place.
“What happened?”
“Ror just threw out Janie and Chrissy.” I glare at Jace when he mentions them by name.
“Damn, I missed it.” I jerk away from Jace and he chuckles which only make me angry.
“By the way, when you do inventory you’ll be missing a naval gauge.” The two of them share a look. “She got tossed before I had the chance to collect payment.”
Reaching in my pocket, I gather the money I had from going to the store earlier and throw it at Jace. He stops laughing, trying to catch it.
“There’s the fucking payment for your friends’ services.” I know I’m being ridiculous, but him laughing only pisses me off more. “I’m leaving.”
Turning around, I start toward the door and suddenly he hooks my waist and steps in close holding me tightly to his chest. “Come on now.” I can feel his body vibrate against me and I know he is laughing again. “Don’t leave pissed, you heard me telling them I had a girl.”
I did.
“And you coming in all territorial was pretty hot."
“Fuck you.” Both he and Zac laugh.
I pinch his arm and twist, forcing him to release me. I turn around, facing them both and I get it then. The whole dumb and dumber jokes that roll around here. They are idiots, complete and total goof balls. Both holding their stomachs, snorting with laughter. Both hot, strong men, tattoo’s, piercings and laughing like utter fools.
I can’t help but smile.
“Did you really threaten to tattoo her eyeball?” Zac laughs, holding his side as he wipes at his eyes.
“No.” I cross my arms over my chest. “There was no tattoo talk, I just told her I was going to use it to stab her in the eye.”
Zac laughs harder and Jace cups my face, forcing me to look at him as he moves in closer to give me a kiss. With a swipe of his tongue along the seam of my lips I open enough to suck on the tip and he groans.
“You’re sleeping on the couch Romeo.”
“Not gonna happen.” He smiles, his lips still pressed to my lips. “I’ll be right at your side, holding on to the only woman that makes my heart race.”
“Smooth,” I roll my eyes and he chuckles. “I’m really trying to be okay with showing up to find a couple girls I know you’ve slept with more than once in your room. Her tits and crotch exposed while you are about to pierce her.”
“Just to be clear, I didn’t look at her.”
“You didn’t have to,” I lift a brow, “you know what’s beneath the clothes.”
“The only body I know very well, is yours.”
My anger slowly dissipating because I know he did nothing wrong. He had every opportunity to. He didn’t know I’d shown up. But I heard his attitude before I reached his room. I heard his words and the tone, I knew well. He was pissed off and hanging on by a thread.
“If I ever see that girl here again, I promise you she will be my first client.”
“Oh yeah?” He still holds me close.
“Yes, really, because I’m going to tattoo the word Tuna right across her forehead in big bold letters.”
He tosses his head back laughing, and I can’t help it I smile big.
“I fucking love you, my little bad ass.” He grips my face tight, and kisses me once again. Then tossing his arm over my shoulder he leads me to the front door and out to our awaiting cars.
Climbing inside he followed me back to his house where he spent the evening reminding me again and again just how well he knew my body.
By morning, I’d forgotten all about the two skanks who thought they had more right to my man than I did.