down at him.
She and Max were bosom buddies by the end of their impromptu
photo session. She wrote something on a small notepad she’d pulled from her
bag. Could have been a phone number, email address or Max’s dick size for all
Scott knew.
He wouldn’t acknowledge the fact he wanted to lay a wet,
possessive kiss on her mouth and growl at Max when he taped on some gauze. If
it hadn’t been for Oscar working on a huge piece up the rib cage of a woman
laid out on his table, he might have. But he sure as hell didn’t want to have
to explain anything to Oscar again, so he kept his feet planted firmly in the
here and now instead of mauling the clients.
At least Duke was in the back piercing some dude’s junk and
he didn’t have to worry about him witnessing him channeling a pit bull.
The door chime registered Max’s departure. He raised his
chin in Scott’s direction then walked to his Harley.
“So, princess, you ready to have a matching pair or did you
come by because you missed me?” Haleigh palmed her camera like it was an
extension of her arm and walked up to him with a slight sway to her hips. It
made him ache to adjust his cock because tenting his slacks was a foregone
conclusion if she wasn’t careful.
“Not exactly.”
“What? Still scared about the piercing? You handled it more
than fine last time, and this time I’ll be the perfect gentleman.” He drew an
imaginary halo over his head as he teased her.
“You and perfect gentleman in the same sentence are quite a
stretch, don’t you think? Would you mind if I asked Oscar’s customer if I can
take pictures of her tree during their session? I’ve got something in mind I’d
like to try to put together.”
“Knock yourself out.”
Haleigh beamed and Scott figured he knew what Santa Claus
felt like on Christmas morning.
She crouched beside the woman lying naked from the waist up
and before long they were both smiling and talking like they were old friends.
She snapped photographs while Oscar inked Cheyenne’s side. Haleigh moved a lot
until she found the right angle, gently positioning the woman, snapping dozens
of photos.
She kneeled next to her, spoke for a few minutes afterward,
writing down something on her spiral. She brushed the woman’s shoulder.
Haleigh packed up her camera and Oscar said, “You like it.
Taking photographs I mean. You love it a lot, huh?”
She practically glowed with delight. “I’ve always adored
taking pictures. Capturing something permanent or fleeting. It’s amazing how
you can assume everything is perfect for a shot then pull them up on the
computer, and something’s just not right. Or maybe one you were sure was going
to be awful turns out amazing. Happy mistakes can create the best memories.
It’s relaxing for me and I do really enjoy it. I’ve been considering making a
career out of it, actually. My mother doesn’t approve, but I’ve decided I need
to find what makes me happy.”
Scott watched her for a moment before asking, “Now what?”
“Will you tell me about your tattoo?”
Okay… Not what he thought they would be discussing,
but whatever. “What do you want to hear?” he asked as he gestured for her to
sit on the couch. He sat beside her and they faced into the shop.
“Why did you decide on that artwork, how long have you had
it, who did it…everything.”
The soft buzz of Oscar’s tattoo gun in the background calmed
Scott, so he stretched his feet out in front of him and clasped his hands
behind his head. He was quiet for a moment, processing all of the reasons
behind his tattoo.
“His name was Simon, my younger brother by two years.” He
chuckled as he remembered. “He was my best friend from the instant he was born.
He’s been gone almost fourteen years.”
He went quiet, and appreciated that Haleigh didn’t push or
ask questions he wasn’t ready to answer. All she did was caress his thigh and
wait. Comfort wasn’t something people offered him very often nor would
She and Max were bosom buddies by the end of their impromptu
photo session. She wrote something on a small notepad she’d pulled from her
bag. Could have been a phone number, email address or Max’s dick size for all
Scott knew.
He wouldn’t acknowledge the fact he wanted to lay a wet,
possessive kiss on her mouth and growl at Max when he taped on some gauze. If
it hadn’t been for Oscar working on a huge piece up the rib cage of a woman
laid out on his table, he might have. But he sure as hell didn’t want to have
to explain anything to Oscar again, so he kept his feet planted firmly in the
here and now instead of mauling the clients.
At least Duke was in the back piercing some dude’s junk and
he didn’t have to worry about him witnessing him channeling a pit bull.
The door chime registered Max’s departure. He raised his
chin in Scott’s direction then walked to his Harley.
“So, princess, you ready to have a matching pair or did you
come by because you missed me?” Haleigh palmed her camera like it was an
extension of her arm and walked up to him with a slight sway to her hips. It
made him ache to adjust his cock because tenting his slacks was a foregone
conclusion if she wasn’t careful.
“Not exactly.”
“What? Still scared about the piercing? You handled it more
than fine last time, and this time I’ll be the perfect gentleman.” He drew an
imaginary halo over his head as he teased her.
“You and perfect gentleman in the same sentence are quite a
stretch, don’t you think? Would you mind if I asked Oscar’s customer if I can
take pictures of her tree during their session? I’ve got something in mind I’d
like to try to put together.”
“Knock yourself out.”
Haleigh beamed and Scott figured he knew what Santa Claus
felt like on Christmas morning.
She crouched beside the woman lying naked from the waist up
and before long they were both smiling and talking like they were old friends.
She snapped photographs while Oscar inked Cheyenne’s side. Haleigh moved a lot
until she found the right angle, gently positioning the woman, snapping dozens
of photos.
She kneeled next to her, spoke for a few minutes afterward,
writing down something on her spiral. She brushed the woman’s shoulder.
Haleigh packed up her camera and Oscar said, “You like it.
Taking photographs I mean. You love it a lot, huh?”
She practically glowed with delight. “I’ve always adored
taking pictures. Capturing something permanent or fleeting. It’s amazing how
you can assume everything is perfect for a shot then pull them up on the
computer, and something’s just not right. Or maybe one you were sure was going
to be awful turns out amazing. Happy mistakes can create the best memories.
It’s relaxing for me and I do really enjoy it. I’ve been considering making a
career out of it, actually. My mother doesn’t approve, but I’ve decided I need
to find what makes me happy.”
Scott watched her for a moment before asking, “Now what?”
“Will you tell me about your tattoo?”
Okay… Not what he thought they would be discussing,
but whatever. “What do you want to hear?” he asked as he gestured for her to
sit on the couch. He sat beside her and they faced into the shop.
“Why did you decide on that artwork, how long have you had
it, who did it…everything.”
The soft buzz of Oscar’s tattoo gun in the background calmed
Scott, so he stretched his feet out in front of him and clasped his hands
behind his head. He was quiet for a moment, processing all of the reasons
behind his tattoo.
“His name was Simon, my younger brother by two years.” He
chuckled as he remembered. “He was my best friend from the instant he was born.
He’s been gone almost fourteen years.”
He went quiet, and appreciated that Haleigh didn’t push or
ask questions he wasn’t ready to answer. All she did was caress his thigh and
wait. Comfort wasn’t something people offered him very often nor would
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