That Girl is Mine - Part One Read Free

that sound of that.”
    “Me too,” he says, lowering his mouth to mine and kissing me slowly and softly, causing my heart rate and my breathing to increase as my body reacts to his. “Let’s go and unpack,” he whispers in a husky voice when he pulls away. “And when I say ‘unpack’, I mean, get undressed and make wild monkey love in our Viking bed.”
    “I knew you’d think that too!” I laugh as he reaches down and scoops me up in his arms.

Chapter 2
     

Dylan
    “Everyone get there all right?” I ask over my shoulder as Roxy arrives back at the shop. Without saying anything, she drops her bag into the back room then walks straight back out to me and stops beside me, leaning over to inspect the tattoo I’m working on. It’s a tribal design around this guy’s forearm. I’ve done so many of them that I could do it in my sleep, but the client is being a bit of a pussy and wriggling around like three-year-old with a case of worms. It’s fucking ridiculous.
    “Yeah, everyone’s fine. Girl seems a bit straight though. I reckon her eyes just about bugged out when she saw me up close.”
    I answer her distractedly, as I shade in the geometric pattern that’s banding his arm. “Josh has always liked them good and pure. Normally, he corrupts then and casts them aside. Not sure why he's keeping this one..”
    “Can I corrupt her?” Roxy asks wickedly.
    I chuckle to myself, but keep my concentration firmly on the artwork I’m embedding into my client’s skin. “If you have to.”
    “Oh I do. Corrupting young innocent girls is one of my most favorite things to do. And last I checked, it was one of yours too.”
    “I can’t really corrupt my best friend’s girl now can I? From the way he talks about her, they’ll likely be married before he’s twenty-five.”
    “Nothing wrong with getting married young. George and I were married at twenty-two, and eight years later, we’re still going strong.”
    “Yes. Well, you guys are the exception, not the rule.”
    “Maybe,” she shrugs, before moving over to her station and pulling out her sketch pad. For a moment, she just sits on the couch up against the wall, scratching away with her pencil then she speaks up again. “You don’t need to corrupt her sexually.”
    “What? Who?” I ask frowning before I remember what she’s talking about. “Oh, Avery?”
    “Yeah. I’m talking about introducing her to the fun in the world. She looks like she could do with it. I’ll tell you what, we’ll make a bet – first one to convince her to get a tattoo wins.”
    “All right, I can get on board with that. What does the winner get?”
    I stop as my client takes a moment to reposition himself and I watch Roxy as she twists her lips to the side and thinks. “Winner gets a thousand bucks, and the chance to put whatever tattoo they want on the other’s body.”
    I think for a moment, knowing that she’s been dying to tattoo a coiling snake around my calf for ages. It’s cool idea, and she’s a great artist. But, it will take forever, and I haven’t had the patience to sit for it yet.
    “Deal,” I say, holding my hand out for her to shake.
    Setting her sketchpad aside, she crosses the small shop floor and slips a hand into mine, grinning broadly with her perfect white teeth shining from between her plump lips (why haven’t I banged this girl yet? Oh yeah – she’s married and we work together. I can’t fuck that up).
    “Deal.” She nods, her smile still in place as she spins around and skips across the room to go and talk to our apprentice, who has been quietly listening as he traces common designs on the lightbox behind reception.
    “You two are evil,” my client says with a laugh, as I dip the needle into the pot of ink.
    I shake my head and smile. “Nah, man. We’re just making the world a better place, one tattoo at a time.”

Chapter 3
     
     

Avery
    “Maybe we should go shopping for food?” I murmur, lying against Josh’s chest,