01-HIM
She just got home.
The lights to her small fairy looking cottage turn on. Illuminating her
house as she walks toward the bedroom. As she steps inside, she dims
them. Making the lower light bounce off her perfect skin. She moves
around the room as her fingers dance along the bookshelf's littering her
walls. Is she going to read today?
Once she's done, she bends down and takes off her shoes, chucking
them into her closet.
She stands back to her 5'9 height and raises one hand up.
Here comes my favorite part.
She lets her hair fall down as she tugs on the hair tie.
Her long dark brown hair cascades down to her waist and her hips
slightly sway as she goes over to fiddle with her ancient radio.
I can't hear but I guess she's got tunes on by the way she's bobbing her
head slightly.
She moves towards the only window in her room and I quickly drop the
the ground.
She looks around the forest that's sitting in her backyard for a couple of
seconds before she goes to do her daily routine.
I hurry up and get off the ground, dusting myself off before my eyes
snap back to her.
Now I might have lied before, this is my favorite part.
She reaches for the hem of her tight tank top before lifting it above her
head and tossing it in the laundry basket.
I lick my lips.
Her hands travel down to her jeans and she unbuttons them.
Painfully slow.
She undos the zipper.
And this is where my breath catches in my throat.
Every damn time.
It never gets old.
She places her hands on the side of her jeans, and starts shimming
them down. Giving me the perfect view of her tanned ass in a black
thong. She disregards her jeans as well. She raises her hands above her
head and stretches side to side. Wearing nothing except that thong and
matching bra.
She stays there a little longer then as usual and my heart begins to pick
up. Is today the day?
I split the bushes that I'm hiding behind to get a better look.
My hope gets immediately crushed to the ground.
Her arms land back down as she turns and heads towards the
bathroom.
Then she closes the door.
I sigh and slump down on a near by tree.
She always does that.
She never fully undresses in her room, and I don't know why.
I've been sitting in these woods for four months and not once have I
seen her fully naked.
Four months ago my life changed forever.
She came in wearing these tight ass jeans and a crop top that perfectly
outlined her breasts with a jacket that covered her arms from my view.
She wasn't my client and I unfortunately didn't get to tattoo her, or talk
to her.
But I got to see her up close, I got to see the freckles littering her nose
and cheeks, the slight green in her brown eyes, the faint line of a scar on
her right cheek, the three beauty marks under her left eye. She had
these beautiful nails on. Acrylics, are what there called. I searched it up.
I wanted to know everything she does. So we'd never run out of things
to talk about.
02- HER
It's been four months and no moves have been made.
Shall I go further?
Mm perhaps invite a man over?
I don't know how he'll react though. I don't think he's a murder but
stalkers can be crazy.
I pace around my living room as I contemplate my options.
Oh! I know! I'll get another tattoo.
After that show I gave him yesterday I'm sure he misses me. I could
practically feel him drilling holes into my body from the woods.
And I loved every second of it.
It made my heart beat faster then any man has ever done before.
I just want to touch him. He's just so big. Bigger then any man I've ever
been with.
He thinks those trees and bushes are gonna hide his huge ass.
His shoulders are broad and he has toned ass thighs.
I've never seen under that shirt but I bet he has a six pack, or no, an
eight pack.
His arms and neck are covered in tattoos and I wonder how much of his
body his covered with them.
He's got this shaggy black hair and a scruffy, yet maintained beard.
These beautiful soft green eyes, and that hot ass scar that runs through
it.
He looks so scary but that fact that he watches me, notices me, makes
him so hot to me.
He's got this huge wall built up but apparently it's clear to me, because
can see right through it.
I know he's a teddy bear. And that just makes me wetter.
And the best part is? He's got a tongue piercing.
look at the clock that hangs in my living room. It's 10am.
The tattoo shop opened two hours ago.
And Rockie doesn't work today.
Meaning ...
I pick my phone up from the coffee table and dial the number.
I sit on the couch and pull up my feet up, leaning my head on my knees.
I hold the phone to my ear, waiting for the ringing to stop.
"Hello! This is Jennie's tattoo shop! I'm Liz. How can I help you."
I smile.
The door rings as I push it open, walking to the front desk.
"Hello! How can I help you?"
"Hi I'm Monroe, I talked to you on the phone? Liz right? I had an
appointment set up with Red."
I can't help but smile when I say his name.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach just thinking about what's to come.
"Oh yes! Come sit. He'll be here in a minute."
I nod in thanks and sit down.
I hum absentmindedly to myself until I hear the front door being yanke
quite hard, causing the bell to ring faster then usual.
I smirk. Once he knew I was coming he rushed over here. Just to see me
That's so cute.
I get off the waiting chair and stand in front of him.
"Red?" I question smiling at him gently and offering my hand.
I wanna touch his hand. So bad. And this is the perfect way to get it.
He clears his throat and glances down at my boobs before he blushes
and snaps his eyes to mine. Did I mention I wasn't wearing a bra?
Scratching the back of his neck. "Uh yea." He slowly grabs my hand and
gently shakes it. His voice was deep and scratchy. It was hypnotizing.
His hands are warm. And callused. Hot.
I don't want to be a total creep so I don't hold his hand for too long.
"Over here." He points to one of the tattooing rooms.
I lay on the chair while he sits on his spinning stool.
"So uh what did you want?" His gruff voice whispers looking down at his
paper.
"A dagger. About this big." I say stretching my thumb and middle finger
to there farthest point on my right hand.
He looks up from his paper when I speak and the nods in understanding
before looking back down and sketching up the design.
After three different drawings I finally decided I liked the second one the
best.
"Where do you want it?" His voice rough.
I smile at him and point to my low hip.
His eyes slightly widen. "Your gonna have to -uh take your shorts off for
that." His voice now sounded strained, blushing again.
I nod and stand up, shimming off my shorts before laying back on the
tattooing bed, facing him and laying on my left hip.
He audibly gulps and his eyes look intense. Darker even.
He quickly turns around, putting some gloves on before grabbing the
tattoo stencil and disinfectant, turning back around in his chair he
slowly lifts up the waist band of my thong and moving it up higher,
keeping it in place with his muscular hands.
He disinfects the area and I slightly jump from the coldness.
"Sorry." He whispers with a honey eyed expression.
"It's fine." I whisper back with a smile playing on my lips.
Once he's done he lays the stencil down.
Still pressing my thong strap on my higher waist so it doesn't get in the
way of tattooing.
He's left handed so his right hand is keeping the strap against my skin.
"Do you want me to hold it while you tattoo?" I ask.
"No." He says a little too quickly.
I inwardly smirk. Hey, you can touch me however you want babe.
"Are you ready?" He says in a low voice as he turns his tattoo machine
on.
"Mhmm" I hum and lay my head down closing my eyes.
As I'm relaxing I feel him shift in his seat every couple of minutes.
Mm. Only if he could ask me on a date. I woulda helped him with his
little problem.
I sit there for about thirty more minutes before I hear the tattoo
machine turn off.
I open my eyes and I see Red turn in his chair getting a few things.
He turns back around and wipes my new tattoo down before carefully
placing the saniderm film on it. Very meticulously I might add. This guy
is smoothing every bump down with his large hands.
Large hands that I want him to sink into my thighs, to touch every part
of me.
Wooo calm down Monroe.
"Your all done." His voice still sounding strained.
It must be torture for him being in such close proximity to me when I
have such little clothing on.
I stand up and grab my shorts, making sure my back is towards him
before putting them back on.
I turn back around and hand him some cash. His eyes immediately
snapped towards mine. Blushing for the third time.
Caught ya.
I love when this man blushes.
I just wanna hug him and never let go.
And fuck him.
But we'll get to that eventually.
Hopefully.
He slowly takes the money and put it's in his back pocket.
"Thanks." I say and turn around heading for the door, but then I stop
and smile when I realized what I'd done earlier.
I turn around with a worried expression on my face. Just to really pull
him in.
"Hey Red?" I ask hesitantly.
"Yeah?" He perks up.
Got him.
I point to outside by throwing my thumb over my shoulder. "Can you
walk me to my car? I parked a little far because the other spots were
taken."
I mentally roll my eyes for acting weak but you gotta do what ya gotta
do to reel the man of your dreams in, am I right?
Besides it's not like I can't protect myself.
His eyebrows furrow with worry. Like he regrets not offering or
something.
"Yeah." He says in that scratchy voice I love and he clears his throat as
he walks behind me out of the shop.
My car isn't parked super far but it's enough distance where it can be
dangerous for unknowing women.
We walk side by side on the street as I guide him to my car. His hands
are stuffed in his black jeans and the cuffs of his shortsleeved black top
is straining against his bicep.
My head reaches right between his shoulder and elbow.
I look down at his feet. His shoes are pretty big. You know what they say
about big feet, big d-
How does one start a conversation? This isn't elementary or middle
school so you can't just ask what their favorite color is.
Oh. "You got a lot of tattoos. Is your whole body covered in them?" I ask.
I mean I have been curious to get a peak under that shirt, among other
things.
He startled a little at the sound of my voice before he answers.
"Pretty much. There not as close together as they are on my arms
though. There more like patchwork tattoos ya know?" He says in that
scruffy voice.
Mmm I don't know. "Can I see?"
He stops in his tracks. "See what?" He gulps.
"Your tattoos. Do you have patchwork tattoos on your chest?" I
question.
"Yes?" He answers but sounds more like a question.
Can he just lift his fucking shirt up already.
"Can I see your torso tattoos?" I ask with an innocent smile on my face.
"S-sure." He slightly stutters.
Seems like I caught him off guard.
He slowly lifts up his shirt until it reaches under his pecs.
Woah, I was right. He does have an eight pack.
I lick my lips. And love handles.
His tattoos aren't completely covering his abs so you can see tan skin
here and there.
I look up to see Reds head tilted to the side, avoiding eye contact, with a
blush on his face.
Aw.
"Oh look we're here." I look towards my car.
He puts his shirt down and scratches his neck. "Yea." His voice rough.
"Bye red." I say walking back to my car.
"Bye Monroe." He whispers.
CHAPTER 03 SOON ...
