Laura Wright - Shattered Ink

“The only one coming this morning is you,” I say, slipping my fingers into the waistband of his black boxers and easing them down just enough so that I can take care of business.

As I wrap my fingers around his cock, I glance up at him. His nostrils are flared, and the veins in his neck, even under all that ink, are popping. But he’s still holding the fork. I lean in and run my tongue from thick base to wet tip.

“Think you can do two things at once, Merrick?” I ask, then take him slow and deep into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans as metal fork hits hardwood floor. “No.”

Erica Day is like a cross between Kat Von D and Scarlett O’Fucking Hara, and once upon a time I thought she might be the girl for me. We had a ton in common, same biz, same taste in music, good for a laugh. I even opened up to her a little. Told her about the girl who had owned me once upon a time, then shattered my heart. Told her about the vanilla asshole, the Campbells, the dance and how I ran off afterward. But instead of letting me just vent and offering a few ‘She missed outs’ Erica talked about it all the damn time. Questions, questions, questions. It drove me nuts. It drove me away. So needless to say, even though it’s been three years, I’m thinking that keeping her and Ads apart might be a good idea.

“I’m rocking a nipple piercing in five, ya’ll,” Erica twangs. “And no, Vincent, you can’t go in and ‘check that shit out.’”

Hanging out behind the front desk, I glance up from the books. V, Janie and Erica are all chill in the reception area. I got one more canvas and then I’m outie, off to be with my girl. Right now, Addison is driving around in one of my cars, picking up food for tonight. Said she wants to cook me dinner before she leaves, and I’m thinking that’s going to be the perfect time to slip her my extra key and ask her if she’ll move here and use it on a daily basis. I’m nervous as fuck she’ll say no. She’s got that whole life back in Cali. A place, a best friend, maybe even a job hook-up. Will she be cool about starting over—no, starting fresh—here with me?

“Hey, Miss Day.” V gets up from the couch and hustles over to me. He rolls his eyes. “I just offered to help. Sometimes a girl can use an extra pair of hands.”

“True,” Erica concedes, giving Janie a quick wink.

How such different chicks bonded so quickly, I’ll never know. Janie is a hard-ass ink master with a 1950s style and legs completely covered in tats. Erica, on the other hand, is soft spoken, free of ink, a natural blond, and dresses like a conservative Southern belle, though we all know she’s got about ten piercings underneath.

“And by the way, Miss Day,” Vincent calls out to Erica, elbowing me in the ribs like he thinks he doesn’t have my complete attention. “If it’s possible, you’re even hotter now than back when you were banging Rush.”

Janie purses her ruby-red lips at him. “You’re such a heathen, Vincent.”

He nods, smirks. “Thanks.”

“Oh, Vincent, you haven’t changed,” Erica says, then slides her brown gaze to me. “But what about our friend here? Rush Merrick. The tall, handsome, tatted-up and not-very-chatty owner of Wicked Ink. Has he changed since all that banging occurred?”

Vincent laughs. “Fuck yeah, he has.”

Her pale brows drift up. “Really? How?”

“Dude’s got a serious girlfriend.”

Her casual back and forth gives way to a moment of actual interest. “Is that right, Rush?”

I nod.

“So true love has finally bitten you in the ass.”

Her southern drawl is kind of grating on the old eardrums. Never noticed that before. “Not the ass, no.”

Her eyes remain locked with mine. “Good. Glad to hear it, doll. You deserve it after that mess way back when.” She winks. “See. I don’t forget, honey.”

“Forget what?” Vincent asks, looking from one of us to the other. “What mess?”

“V, you’re drooling on the desk,” Janie says, smoothing down that elaborate pin-up girl hairstyle she loves so much.

Vincent ignores her. “What happened? I need to know or I won’t sleep tonight.”

Janie laughs. “You’re such an idiot, V.”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t want to know, J,” he returns with a faux sneer.

Ignoring them both, Erica asks me, “So, do I get to meet her?”

“Nope.”

“Why’s that, honey? She a jealous little kitten?”

I’m really trying to remember what the fuck I saw in this chick when the front door opens and a client walks through it. She’s got a row of small rings through one eyebrow and both nostrils pierced. Halle-fucking-luyah.

I turn back to Erica. She’s still watching me with way too much interest.

“Someone here to see you, Miss Day,” I say with a touch of the gruff. “Don’t want to keep her waiting.”

Lisa: he kissed me

Me: and that’s a problem?

Lisa: with only his tongue

Me: BARF

Lisa: I think I can still taste him

Me: when are u seeing him again?

Lisa: nxt wk

Me: SRSLY?!?

Lisa: his bro is graduating w/us. he’ll be @ the ceremony. our fams are having brunch (kill me now)

Me: well congrats

Lisa: on what?

Me: the engagement

Lisa: FUCK U

Me: hardy har har

Lisa: so…howzit going there? how r all the tattooed bad boys n girls? I’m sure they’re doing all sorts of improper shit. (sighs)

Me: come w/me next time & u can see 4 yrself

Lisa: how’s Rush?

Me: he tattooed my name on his hand

Lisa: wtf?

Me: addison…right down his thumb

Lisa: no shit?

Me: it’s so hot. he’s so hot.

Lisa: BARF.

Me: he told me loved me, Lis.

Lisa: course he did, beeyotch.

Me: I’m gonna talk 2 him tonite. tell him everything

Lisa: good!

Me: I’m even @ grocery store buying shit I can’t pronounce & wine from sometime before 2013!

Lisa: fancy. just don’t max yr credit card

Me: k

Lisa: loves you, whore.

Me: back atch, beeyotch. and hey, sry abt yer date

Lisa: (shrugs) maybe it’ll b better the 2nd time. have fun tonight & I’ll c u when u land.

Me: k thx bye

“This is so sick, man,” my client says as we walk out of my room and into the recep area.

Everyone’s gotta be working because the place is dead.

I pat my guy on the back. “Glad you like it, man.” Dude’s been on my waiting list for eighteen months, and even though I kinda wanted to blow him off today to hang with Addison, I’m not that big of a prick.

Before we hit the front door, he turns and shakes my hand. He’s somewhere in his mid-sixties, and I love the fact that he’s still totally into scoring ink. Especially with the process being a little trickier on older skin. But this badass didn’t have to take a break once in four hours.

“It was so worth the wait,” he tells me. “And the drive from New Mexico.”

“Well, when you’re ready for your next one, you let me know. I’ll get you in. No more of this eighteen months shit.”

“You got it. Thanks, brother.” He tosses me a salute and heads out the door.

Hot damn. All done. Time to grab my keys and get home to my baby. V says he’s gonna lock up, so there’s a fifty percent shot it’ll get done. No worries though. After I drop Ads at the airport I’ll come back and check on things.

“Hey, Rush, man!” Vincent calls from the dungeon. “Come in here.”

For about two seconds, I wonder if I can pretend I didn’t hear him and get the hell out the door and on my way. Shit, Ads and I only have ‘til midnight. I want to taste her grub, then taste her.

“Rush, I know you’re out there,” V calls again. “Get your ass in here.”

Fuck. Fine. Thirty seconds. That’s all he gets. I head for his room. The kid always keeps his door open. It’s policy for him. He tells his clients he’s agoraphobic, but that’s total bullshit. He likes to keep an eye on the door. Who’s walking in. If she’s hot.  And if she’s brought another hot chick with her for support.

“What do you want, V?” I say, coming up on his door. “I’m about to take off…”

I nearly hit the doorjamb with my face, because sitting in Vincent’s chair, which incidentally is shaped like an electric chair, complete with restraining straps—the douchebag had the thing custom made—is my baby. Addison.

“What are you doing?” Even as the words come tumbling out of my mouth I have the answer. V’s got his gloves on and Ads has her arm exposed. Holy shit.

“She asked me, man.” Wiping some goo onto the inside of her forearm, V flashes me his pearlies. “And you know, I make it a policy to never say no to chicks who have hot asses.”

“Oh, Vincent, you’re such a charmer,” Addison says dryly, though her eyes are on me. “How Lisa didn’t see that in you, I’ll never understand.”

That shuts him up in a hurry. I gotta remember that trick for next time.

“How long have you been here?” I ask her, but my eyes are already traveling down her arm, over the script V’s just put on her.

“Half hour,” she says. “So…what do you think?”

I scratch my head, staring at it. What do I think? My name on her body. RUSH in black ink. Fuck me hard, it’s what I wanted. It makes my insides all warm and shit, and my mouth hungry to kiss her. But then there’s something else snaking around in there. Down low in my gut.