Page 17 of Jaz
Chapter Six
Mandi sat backward in the chair, straddling the seat, and reclined so she was in a near prone position on her belly. She hadn’t planned on a tattoo for her birthday, but then she hadn’t planned on Jaz for her birthday, either.
After listening to his thoughts, she agreed on her shoulder for the placement. “Trust me,” he’d said, regarding the design since she couldn’t decide on anything for herself.
He’d delivered on every other promise, that she’d trust him with this, too. She’d trust him to give her something special to remember this birthday by. To remember him, to remember her own awakening. And, man oh man, was she woke! Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. She—
“Owww.”
Behind her, Jaz chuckled. “You need to stay still.”
“I’m trying.” She didn’t know how long he’d been working on her or how long she’d been tense through the stinging pins and needles. She didn’t know how long she’d been fighting to relax and breathe every time he told her to. She didn’t know how long she’d been riding the wet vinyl of the seat.
“I know. I love that you’re aroused by this.”
“I’m not.”
He slid a gloved finger under her ass to tease and stroke her. “Liar,” he whispered.
She groaned her humiliation. She hadn’t expected he’d catch on. At the same time, there was no way she could hide it. The entire place smelled of sex and orgasms and the best birthday she’d ever had. She groaned again when he wiped her juices off on her butt cheeks and went back to tattooing.
“It’s possible this isn’t the only thing that has me so aroused.”
“No doubt.”
“You think you might have something to do with it?”
“A few inches worth.”
It was her turn now. She giggled into the headrest. “More than.”
“Good. Now stay still.”
Silence ensued for some minutes while Jaz worked. There was something profound and intimate about getting a tattoo. She’d never given it much thought before or she may have gotten one. Though, at the same time, it was possible she’d have chickened out as she’d tried to do tonight.
It was permanent. It would always be there.
Glancing around, Mandi took in everything she could. Imprinting every detail on her brain.
It was a quaint shop with three mirrored stations, like one would find in a hair salon.
“How many people work with you?”
“One other full-time employee and three part-time. There’s always three people here at a time. Some tattoos take hours and I want someone to be available times to help other clients.”
“Makes sense.”
There was a large picture window at the front of the store. withInk Spotemblazoned from one end to the other. On the wall beside the front door hung a corkboard with instant pictures pinned to it. Mandi assumed they were images Jaz or his employees had taken of fresh ink.
She’d never been in a tattoo parlor and hadn’t expected one to feel so open and comfortable. She always thought the atmosphere would be intimidating. And it could be during regular business hours, but not at the moment. Not with Jaz.
“Why were you in jail?” Jaz tensed behind her and she looked over her shoulder. His open, friendly gaze was now shuttered. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No. It’s fine.”
“You don’t have to answer. I know it’s personal.”
“Yes, but then everything about tonight has been personal. I’ll tell you if you want to know.”
