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“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.
“I snuck out of the house one night. I’d gotten into it with my foster dad and he pretty much grounded me. I’d turned eighteen a few weeks before and was way too big for my britches. I went over to a buddy’s house with the intention to hang out for a while. We were broke as shit and he wanted beer. There was only one option. Stealing that beer and the pack of smokes was about the dumbest thing I’d ever done. What cinched it for the cops was that my buddy was packin’. I didn’t know and they didn’t care.”
“Did your friend go to jail too?”
“Yep. He got a couple years more than me and we haven’t spoken since.”
“I’m sorry.” She didn’t know what else to say. She hadn’t done anything like that, never even so much as thought about shoplifting. She couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for him.
“I am too. But from the second I went in to the second I got out and every second after that, I’ve walked the straight and narrow. As far as illegal activities go. I don’t want to screw things up because my life is pretty fucking good. I’m part owner in a couple of businesses, I’ve got good friends and a job I lucked into being damn good at.”
And you’ve got me. She didn’t actually say those last words but they echoed inside her head. She’d like to see him again, after her birthday. Jaz had admitted to having a crush on her, wanting her for as long as she’d wanted him, so …
“You ready to see your ink?”
“You’re done?”
“I am. It’s … It’s a little thing. I told you I wasn’t going to do anything fancy or big. I wanted to give you a little reminder is all.”
He stood from the stool and offered a hand to help her up. “Let’s get you out of that chair and over to the mirror.”
“I’m stuck.”
“You’re not stuck. Use your legs and slide off.”
“Ass.”
“Yes, and you’ve got a fine one.”
She smiled and inched backward off the chair. Her inner thigh muscles protested from being used in ways that weren’t normal for her.
He turned her around and thrust a handheld mirror out to her. Over her shoulder, in the reflection, she saw the fresh tattoo. A small white and light purple swirled birthday candle with a tiny yellow flame. Under the candle was the date and beside that was the name Jaz.
She couldn’t have been more in love with it. “Thank you. It’s … I don’t know what I expected, but it’s perfect.” She raised her gaze to meet his and found him smiling from ear to ear.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it.”
“Good. Birthday girls should always love their birthday presents. They should get immense joy from them.”
Her gaze slid down his body and settled between his legs. “Full of immense joy is definitely one way I would describe this birthday.”
“Damn, woman. Can’t you stop thinking about sex for one minute?”
There was no heat in his words and she grinned. “Damn, man. Doesn’t appear that I can.”
“Damn good thing, then. Let me get that cared for with a little ointment and a square of plastic wrap. I’ll get things cleaned up and squared away then we can see about some more. Sex, that is.”
* * * * *
The baby oil dripped down her back and flowed in a stream to the crack of her ass, making her squirm. Some slid down the insides of her thighs and some pooled between her legs. Then, his fingers were there, massaging her clit and the tight ring of her hole. The dual sensations had her teetering on the brink of yet another orgasm.
She’d never had so many in one night and she wasn’t sure she could walk if she had to. But she couldn’t escape them, didn’t want to escape them. Jaz’s touch, his nearness turned her on and kept her engine revved.
“A little more, darlin’ and we’ll be good to start playin’.”
“We haven’t been playing?”
