motels, we lived in an RV. Cheaper in the long run and he was always home. When a job finished, we would drive to the next site and start over. Mom home-schooled me. Stiles, his dad and my dad worked together.”
“Does he live in a RV, too? Or here with you?”
“No and no. He owns SkinMusic and lives there.”
“SkinMusic?”
“Yeah, a tattoo place over on South Boulevard. He does all my ink. You want something to drink?”
“No,” Lindy said. “I think I have had enough. But you didn’t say why you live in an RV.”
“I just do. I like the small space,” he replied as he stepped toward the back. “This was Dad’s. When he upgraded, I bought his old one,” he continued as he returned with a small plastic bottle, stopping at the sink and filling a large glass with water. “It’s a cheap way to live. It only costs me four hundred a month to park here, and that includes all the utilities. Plus, when I get ready to move on, I don’t have to pack. Here,” he said handing her the bottle and glass. “Take four of those.”
“Why?”
“Trust me. You’ll be glad you did in the morning.” Lindy looked at the bottle then shook four Advil into her hand and quickly downed them with a healthy swallow of water. “Drink all the water. Trust me,” he said again when she hesitated.
“Do you move around a lot?” she asked after drinking the glass empty.
Treble grinned as he took the glass back. “It depends on how she likes it.”
Lindy giggled. “Oh stop it. You know what I mean.”
“Every few years I get the itch to go someplace new.”
“How long have you been here?”
“I don’t know, about eighteen months, I guess. Why?”
“Just wondering. I’m still trying to figure you out.”
“Nothing to figure out,” he said as he moved in closer.
“You’re certainly not like I expected when I saw you walk into Cutters.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Let me try to convince you, then,” he said as he slowly brought his lips to hers.
She returned the kiss, but the hunger from the parking lot was gone. So…the ice princess returns. I’m going to enjoy thawing you out. He pulled back from the kiss but held his lips close to hers, making his intentions clear before pulling her down onto the couch.
Lindy allowed him to draw her down. She wanted him, but she was nervous. She had never been picked up in a bar before and certainly had never put herself in the situation she was in now.
“Relax,” he breathed as he kissed her again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
She tried to relax, and as they kissed she could feel her passions rising as he kissed down her jaw, his lips and tongue dancing on her skin. She leaned back, allowing him to move lower, his lips caressing their way under her chin then down the opening of her shirt, making her want to groan in desire as her passion spooled up.
“You like that?” he whispered as he kissed the valley between her breasts.
“Yes…”
He smiled as he slithered his tongue along the edge of her blouse, kissing slowly and enjoying the game. He opened a button, then another before he felt her stiffen again. He moved his hands from her buttons and began to work his way back to her lips. When he reached them, she kissed him hungrily.
He began to work his way down her chest again, nudging the fabric of her shirt out of the way with his face and kissing her more firmly as his own passions began to ramp up, but once again she began to stiffen. “What’s the problem?” he asked as he pulled back, working to keep the annoyance out of his voice. There was playing hard to get, but this chick was taking it too far.
“Nothing! I’m sorry. I’m just…”
“Just what, Lindy?” he asked, sitting up. “Are we going to do this or not? If we are, great. If not, that’s fine, too, but make up your
“Does he live in a RV, too? Or here with you?”
“No and no. He owns SkinMusic and lives there.”
“SkinMusic?”
“Yeah, a tattoo place over on South Boulevard. He does all my ink. You want something to drink?”
“No,” Lindy said. “I think I have had enough. But you didn’t say why you live in an RV.”
“I just do. I like the small space,” he replied as he stepped toward the back. “This was Dad’s. When he upgraded, I bought his old one,” he continued as he returned with a small plastic bottle, stopping at the sink and filling a large glass with water. “It’s a cheap way to live. It only costs me four hundred a month to park here, and that includes all the utilities. Plus, when I get ready to move on, I don’t have to pack. Here,” he said handing her the bottle and glass. “Take four of those.”
“Why?”
“Trust me. You’ll be glad you did in the morning.” Lindy looked at the bottle then shook four Advil into her hand and quickly downed them with a healthy swallow of water. “Drink all the water. Trust me,” he said again when she hesitated.
“Do you move around a lot?” she asked after drinking the glass empty.
Treble grinned as he took the glass back. “It depends on how she likes it.”
Lindy giggled. “Oh stop it. You know what I mean.”
“Every few years I get the itch to go someplace new.”
“How long have you been here?”
“I don’t know, about eighteen months, I guess. Why?”
“Just wondering. I’m still trying to figure you out.”
“Nothing to figure out,” he said as he moved in closer.
“You’re certainly not like I expected when I saw you walk into Cutters.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Let me try to convince you, then,” he said as he slowly brought his lips to hers.
She returned the kiss, but the hunger from the parking lot was gone. So…the ice princess returns. I’m going to enjoy thawing you out. He pulled back from the kiss but held his lips close to hers, making his intentions clear before pulling her down onto the couch.
Lindy allowed him to draw her down. She wanted him, but she was nervous. She had never been picked up in a bar before and certainly had never put herself in the situation she was in now.
“Relax,” he breathed as he kissed her again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
She tried to relax, and as they kissed she could feel her passions rising as he kissed down her jaw, his lips and tongue dancing on her skin. She leaned back, allowing him to move lower, his lips caressing their way under her chin then down the opening of her shirt, making her want to groan in desire as her passion spooled up.
“You like that?” he whispered as he kissed the valley between her breasts.
“Yes…”
He smiled as he slithered his tongue along the edge of her blouse, kissing slowly and enjoying the game. He opened a button, then another before he felt her stiffen again. He moved his hands from her buttons and began to work his way back to her lips. When he reached them, she kissed him hungrily.
He began to work his way down her chest again, nudging the fabric of her shirt out of the way with his face and kissing her more firmly as his own passions began to ramp up, but once again she began to stiffen. “What’s the problem?” he asked as he pulled back, working to keep the annoyance out of his voice. There was playing hard to get, but this chick was taking it too far.
“Nothing! I’m sorry. I’m just…”
“Just what, Lindy?” he asked, sitting up. “Are we going to do this or not? If we are, great. If not, that’s fine, too, but make up your
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