Five
Lachlan
Holy mother of MILFs. As I watch Quinn breeze by me out the door, with her shiny black hair and matching onyx eyes, I only have two questions: Who the hell is that woman? And how do I make her mine? When Jax and Jase mentioned they had a younger sister, my brain created one of those filters—you know, the ones that take the animal body and place a human head on it, and everyone posts it on their social media like it’s not at all fucking creepy. Only in my filter, it took Jax’s body, and put Jase’s head on it. Okay, maybe I’m not making much sense right now. But bear with me. My world has just been rocked by a sassy woman in high heels.
My point, I’m doing a piss-poor job at making, is I never imagined the Crawford brothers’ sister would be so goddamn beautiful. In my twenty-seven years of existence, I’ve never been so turned on and thrown off by a woman. She’s a walking fucking contradiction. Even in that uppity professional attire she was wearing, I could still make out the perfect swells of her tits and those luscious fucking curves. And Jesus, those thick hips…and that ass. I could imagine taking her from behind and leaving fingerprint marks from gripping her flesh. And what I’d do to that ass…spank it…fuck it…both at the same time.
When she pursed those fuckable lips in a shitty attempt at glaring at me, the first thought that came to my mind was how I wanted to bite them and then lick them. I wanted to kiss her fleshy lips until they were red and puffy. Which led me to my second thought. The visual of her on her knees, with me watching as she wraps those same plump lips around my dick. I wonder if she’s ever been with a man who has a Prince Albert piercing. I sure as hell would love to show her the benefits of fucking a guy with one.
And that visual has me imagining what she looks like naked…again. Although her clothes covered most of her skin, I still managed to catch a glimpse of a tattoo peeking out along her collarbone, and fuck if it didn’t have me wanting to beg her to strip down so I could see all the other tattoos she has inked on her body. And for a brief second, the way she looked at me looking at her, I think she might’ve agreed.
Her brothers are covered in tats, so if I had to guess, I would say she probably has quite a few. And as a man who spends his days inking people, I’m now wondering who Quinn has let ink her. Was it just her brothers and Willow? Or has she let Evan and Gage permanently mark her? And that thought has me feeling a ridiculous amount of unjustifiable jealousy toward them—that they were allowed to touch her when I haven’t yet. Holy shit! What’s wrong with me? I’m standing in the hallway of my workplace working myself up over a woman I literally met less than ten minutes ago. Pissed off at two guys I work with because they might’ve inked her.
When I hear a throat clear, I snap out of my craziness. I look over and see Willow and Jax both staring at me. Willow is smiling, and Jax is glaring. “I’m going to go get my station ready,” I mumble, needing to get the fuck away from the both of them, and also needing to adjust the semi in my pants I’m now sporting.
The next couple hours fly by, with only a minimal amount of fantasizing about Quinn. I tattoo some dates on a retired Navy officer and a butterfly on a girl who is getting a tattoo for her eighteenth birthday. Because I’m new to this shop and haven’t been here long enough to establish a clientele yet like the others, I generally get the walk-ins and piercings.
At ten thirty, Willow knocks on my door. When I turn in my chair, my eyes go to the cute little girl peeking out from behind Willow’s leg. “Hey, Lach,” Willow says, “my client got here early, and Quinn is running late. Would it be okay if Kinsley hangs out in here with you for a little while? Everyone else has someone in their room.”
“Sure,” I tell her. Even though I’m an only child, I come from a huge family with tons of cousins who have all had no problem adding to the world’s population. I love spending time with my nieces and nephews. I view it as practice for one day when I meet the woman I’ll want to spend my life with and we start a family.
“Thanks,” she says to me. Then to Kinsley, she says, “I’ll be right next door. If you need anything, just ask Lachlan and he’ll get it for you. Okay?” Kinsley nods once then enters my room. I’ve seen her laughing and talking to everyone else, so I’m assuming she’s only shy around me because she doesn’t know me.