God only knows how long that will take . . .

DESPITE MY MIND BEING ON Tripp the whole time, I still manage to make it through my first appointment of the day. It was definitely a bad decision to choose the night before a two hour long tattoo session to sink into my best friend’s pussy.

I actually had to stop a few times and pretend like I was giving Heidi a damn break, when really it was for my benefit. I couldn’t concentrate for shit, constantly picturing the little sounds that Tripp made as I filled her with my cock last night and made love to her.

I even found myself pushing down a hard-ass dick every so often, and it didn’t help matters that my client, Heidi, thought it was because of her. I could tell by that confident little smirk as she watched me each and every time.

With a bite of her lip and a flip of her hair, she kept grabbing my thigh and squeezing as if she needed it to fight against the pain from the tattoo gun. Maybe it was a little, but that wasn’t the only reason.

Every time her hand got higher, I found myself readjusting in my seat, making sure that my dick was outside of her reach. It’s definitely a first time for that.

I’ve been here for five hours now and I’m standing out in the lobby, talking to Ace as he plays his video game in between his appointments.

“I saw that cute little redhead leave unhappy this morning. What was up with that? You didn’t tap that ass?”

“Nah, man.” I flip his hat off his head and laugh. “Just worry about your game, bro.”

Sitting up straight, he looks over his shoulder at me, eyebrow raised as he eyes me up. “What the fuck? You seriously didn’t jump on that shit? No wonder she looked pissed. What she needed was a good fuck.”

“Why didn’t you give it to her, man?” I question, honestly curious. “You could’ve made her whole day.”

He lets out a small laugh and turns back to his game. “She was all about you, man. She shoulder checked my ass and pushed her way out the door. I wasn’t about to have her rip my dick off.”

“Good choice. I can’t say that I haven’t had a girl or two try,” I admit, placing my hand over my dick. “It’s not cool.”

“Where’s Tripp?” Ace throws his controller down beside him. “Well damn.” He turns back to me. “She’s usually here bringing your pussy ass lunch. Did you deny her the dick too? You’re just pissing all the women off?”

“Fuck off.” I tease. “Things aren’t like that with us. We’re friends,” I say, less confidently.

“I don’t see how. She’s fine as fuck . . . and those dresses.” He stops to suck his bottom lip into his mouth and grab his dick. “She’s just waiting to be bent over.”

“I said fuck off, Ace.” I growl out. “Watch your fucking mouth when it comes to her.”

“Whoa, man.” Ace throws his arms up and takes a step around the couch. “I was only joking. I didn’t know she worked you up that much.”

Clenching my jaw, I look him up and down. “Yeah . . . well now you do.”

Ace is my guy and he knows it. We’ve been cool for the last six months or so, but I draw a fucking line. No one, and I do mean no one, talks that way about Tripp. I’ll rip a motherfucker’s heart out.

“Sorry, brotha.” Ace grips my shoulder and shakes it. “We’re cool, right?”

I pound my fist with his and nod my head as I start to cool down. Ace is just Ace. I know this by now, but for some reason his words really struck a nerve today. I really need some alone time for a few minutes to get my shit together.

“I’ll be in my room. My next client isn’t scheduled for another thirty minutes. Send her on in if you’re out here still when she arrives.”

“Sure, man. If not, I’ll let Styles know when he gets back from lunch.”

Shutting myself in my room, I start to wonder about what Ace said. It’s way past lunch and usually Tripp shows up around that time when I know she’s stopping in for the day.

The thought causes me to worry that maybe I messed up big time last night. Should I have gone to her room and held her? I wanted to. I wanted to so fucking bad. She’s not the girl that you just fuck and let her run off, but that’s exactly what I did.

I only did it because I thought it’s what I was supposed to do to avoid mixing up what it was. Maybe I was wrong.

Shit . . .

“Hey, Stud.”

I look up and exhale, long and hard, when I hear the sweet sound of Tripp’s voice. Seeing her is exactly what I need and don’t need at the moment.

“Hey, babe.” I smile and walk over to give her a hug, before grabbing the white sack out of her hand and motioning for her to sit down. “Smells so fucking good . . .”

She laughs and watches me as I empty out the contents of the bag. “Well, I got your favorite.”

I tilt my head to look back at her, our eyes locking. “I meant you, Firecracker.” I run my tongue over my lips and laugh. “But the food comes in close second.”

Her hands tightly squeeze the chair between her bare legs, but she pretends that my words had no effect on her. I don’t need her to speak for me to know. I can read her like a fucking book.

We stay mostly quiet while we both eat, but every time I look over at her I want to tell her how much I want her right now. I want her so fucking bad, but I just chew my damn burger, hoping that it will keep my mouth occupied long enough that I don’t say some stupid shit.

The fact that her chest is quickly rising and falling tells me that she has something to say too. The question is whether or not we’re smart enough to keep our mouth shut.

“I want a tattoo,” she blurts out. “Will you give me one?”

I set my burger down and watch as she wraps the rest of hers up. “You know I will, Firecracker. I’ll give you anything you want.”

She sits back in the chair and closes her eyes. “I’m ready.”

“What? Right now?” I shove the rest of the food into the bag and walk over to stand above her. “What do you want?”

“Anything you give me, Alex.” She opens her eyes and they lock on mine, long and hard, before she speaks again. “I trust you with my body. Even more now than before.”

Fuck me . . .

I swallow hard and make a quick decision. I have a client coming in any minute now, but the urge to mark her body is too strong to pass up. “Give me a minute.”