Chapter 16 #2
“Think you can fit us both in?” The first blonde leans against the counter, her tits pushing even further up her chest. I’m surprised her shirt is even holding them in at this point.
I straighten behind the counter, not wanting to give them any impression that I’m interested.
I’m completely satisfied with every aspect of my woman.
Dragging a sketch pad from under the counter, I flip to an empty page and motion for the girls to have a seat on the couch in the waiting room.
I follow behind them, keeping plenty of space between us.
I sit on the edge of the table in front of the pair. “What are you guys wanting?”
Blonde one nudges blonde two, “Brooke, show him that picture from Pinterest! I think it’s perfect.” Ah, blonde two has a name. I fight every instinct inside me that wants to roll my eyes at these two.
Brooke pulls up a picture of an infinity symbol with the word ‘sisters’ weaved into it. Are these chicks serious? This is the ultimate basic white girl tattoo.
“Can you do this?” she asks and I give her a look that must come across as rude because she scrunches her nose up at me.
“Yeah, that’s no problem. I’ll go get set up and you guys decide where you want it.
” I flip the sketch pad closed, knowing my creative juices will not be flowing tonight.
As I turn to walk away, I hear them whispering loudly, something about showing me ‘where they want it’, and I scoff.
After a taste of Kelsea’s smart mouth, there’s nothing as appealing to me anymore as she is.
The girls are only in my chair for about twenty minutes each, both of them deciding on ankle tattoos.
But that’s more than long enough for my patience to run out.
If I have to listen to another second of their incessant chatter about which football player has the biggest dick or how long it took them to do their hair today, I’m gonna off myself.
Both girls did their best to act flirty and show off as much of their bodies as possible, angling their legs just right so that if I wanted to, I could see anything and everything they had to offer.
I did my best to finish their work as quickly as possible, making sure my behavior was nothing but professional.
As I walk them to the front counter to pay, I hear them giggling and whispering to each other behind my back.
“Alright, ladies. Here are your aftercare instructions. It’s gonna be $100 each.
” I hand them the care cards and two small bottles of cream.
Brooke takes both with a smile, handing over the cash for her tattoo, but not pushing her luck any further.
The other girl, who I’ve learned is named Ashley, lets her gaze linger on my arms, chest, and body a little longer than she should.
“You work so fast. Really good with your hands, huh?” Ashley says, the sexual innuendo entirely obvious and unwelcome.
“Yeah. My girlfriend thinks so,” I say, hoping she’ll drop it and just leave.
“Girlfriend? What a shame.” She lets the tips of her fake nails drag against my hand as she gives me the cash for her tattoo.
“Not for me. You ladies have a good night.” Brooke turns for the door but Ashley lingers at the counter, looking me up and down as if deciding if I’m worth the chase. She doesn’t realize that she has no chance at all.
She pulls a strip of paper from the clipboard on the counter and scribbles something down, sliding it towards me.
The bell over the door rings, but I’m distracted reading the note she pushed my way.
She’s actually trying to give me her number, even though I just told her I had a girlfriend. I slide the number back towards her.
“No thanks, I just said I have a girlfriend. Don’t think she’d be thrilled to find that.
” I finally look up and see Kelsea leaning against the front door, arms crossed and eyebrow cocked up in annoyance.
She looks fucking edible standing there in her tight black skinny jeans, rips up and down the legs revealing her smooth tanned skin.
She’s wearing a red corset top that pushes her tits up like plump peaches.
I wish I could take a bite of them right now.
Brooke looks at me, then to Kelsea, and seems smart enough to read the room. “Ash, let’s go. The guys are already texting me about the party tonight.” She tries to pull the girl’s arm towards the door, but Ashley is relentless.
“Whenever you feel like using those hands on someone else, call me.” The fucking nerve of this bitch.
She slides her number back in my direction and I scoff, leaning back against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest. My gaze swings to Kelsea and I see rage burning in her eyes.
Jealous looks so damn sexy on her, even if it’s completely unnecessary.
“I think he made it pretty clear he wasn’t interested,” irritation laces Kelsea’s tone and Ashley spins to see her standing at the door, ready to kick her ass if she doesn’t get out of here soon.
“Ashley, let’s go,” her friend urges, but Ashley shakes her off. Damn, this bitch doesn’t know when to quit. Ashley looks to Kelsea, brushing her off before turning back to me.
“Is this the girlfriend? But it’s not like official, right?
I know you hooked up with another girl in my sorority last year and she told me you don’t do the whole ‘girlfriend’ thing,” Ashley says, and I suddenly feel embarrassed Kelsea has to witness this.
I’m not ashamed of my past, but I’m not in a hurry to parade it in front of her either.
Kelsea needs to trust that I’m in this for real, that I’m committed to her.
This is definitely not helping my cause at all.
“I think it’s time for you to go,” I say, my face stern and annoyed.
Kelsea walks across the space, head held high like the fucking queen she is.
She doesn’t spare even a glance at the desperate sorority girls as she molds her body against mine.
The heels she’s wearing put her almost at eye level with me, so she barely has to push up onto her toes to press her lips against mine.
Her kiss is slow and sexy, claiming me, branding me as hers.
She can mark her territory any time she wants if this is how she does it.
She breaks our kiss too soon, nipping at my bottom lip before throwing me a wink and turning in my arms. I don’t let go of her hips as she stares down the two girls.
“I’m pretty sure he asked you to go,” her voice is sweet and light, dripping with false sincerity as she addresses the girls.
“And for the record, it feels pretty official when he bends me over this counter every night and fucks me harder than either of you sorority barbie bitches could ever imagine. I suggest you don’t come back,” she says, her fake pageant smile perfectly in place.
I’ve never fucked her against this counter, but damn, I want to now.
“We’re sorry, we won’t be back.” Brooke at least has the decency to look apologetic as she pulls her friend out the front door.
From behind us, I hear a slow clap and we turn to see Elijah standing in the doorway, the smug grin plastered all over his face. At this moment, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
I love Kelsea Sawyer.