This Regret

I step out of my car and close the door. When I look up, there’s a guy staring at me from the parking lot next door. He looks as if he’s been roughed up a bit and put through the meat grinder. His face is full of scars and bruises and his hair is very thin and straggly. He’s tall. Taller than normal and that only makes him appear creepier. He just stares with no shame even though, clearly, I’ve caught him looking. His intense stare makes me feel sick to my stomach. What’s his deal?

Shaking off the creepiness, I pull my eyes away from him and make my way around the building, quickly. As soon as I reach the door, I feel my confidence torn away as if someone just ripped off the bandage. Damn, I’m going to need that back. I can’t go in there now.

Breathing heavily, I lean against the building trying to catch my breath. Somehow knowing Kellan is the one giving me the tattoo works me up more than my first attempt at coming here. It excites me, yet scares the crap out of me knowing there will always be a part of him with me. If he leaves, then I’ll be sure to never forget him now.

I glance over when the door opens beside me and a teenage boy full of tattoos and piercings walks out. He stops when he notices me and gently grabs my shoulder with a sly smile. “Hey, girl. Are you okay?”

I look at the kid from the corner of my eye and exhale slowly before forcing a smile. I don’t feel okay. I think I need to go to the range again. My nerves have been too wound up lately. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a little nervous, that’s all.” That’s partially the truth, anyways.

He lets go of my shoulder and leans against the wall beside me. “That’s understandable.” He leans in and whispers, “Don’t tell anyone . . . but the needle still kind of freaks me out.”

This kid has the most tattoos I have ever seen in my life. I nudge his arm next to mine and laugh. Leaning in, I whisper, “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

Somehow, I have managed to lose the nerves and now I can’t stop laughing. We both laugh and then before I know it, his arm is draped around my shoulder.

I get ready to question his pimp skills, but the door swings open, causing both of us to look up. Kellan steps out and slaps the kid upside the head. “Get out of here, Trevor. This woman is too much for you to handle.”

Trevor laughs and straightens up, but he’s nowhere as tall as Kellan is. “I doubt that. Have you seen me handle a woman? You don’t even know the skills I possess.”

I’m laughing so hard right now I can’t even breathe. Who is this kid? Now that I think about it, he has Tyler’s deep brown eyes and dark hair. Maybe even his nose.

“Is this Tyler’s little brother,” I question, still laughing at his so called skills.

Trevor smiles and lifts an eyebrow. “That’s right. Tyler gets his good looks from me.” He leans in close and winks at me. “And there’s nothing little about me,” he whispers.

Kellan scowls and grabs the back of Trevor’s neck. “Okay, I’ve heard enough.” He gives him a little shove and kicks him on the butt to get him going. “I think your mom’s looking for you kid.”

Trevor puckers his lips and raises his head to me. “Okay, beautiful. Just remember what you could be missing out on. If you change your mind, you know how to find me.” He spins around on his feet and heads for a beat up Pontiac Grand Prix, jumping inside.

Well, that was exciting. At least the kid helped to ease my nerves. Seeing that creepy guy and getting a tattoo in the same day was almost too much for me to handle. Now, I can’t stop smiling.

Kellan leans in close and looks at my lips as I stand there still smiling. “You like that, huh? The kid is eighteen if you’re interested.” He grins before pinning me up against the wall, his body pressed against mine. He brushes his lip across my ear and breathes, “I can promise you he can’t handle you like I can. These hands . . .” He grips my waist and rubs his hands up my side, squeezing. “Are talented as shit. Almost as talented as my tongue.”

Okay, I agree. So good, I think I just soaked my panties. I lean my head back on the brick as he runs his tongue from my lobe down my neck before skimming it with his barbell. The cold, wet metal leaves with me a sensation tingling all over my body. “What the f**k, Kellan. You need to stop doing this to me. I want you to take me right here on this wall,” I breathe in total ecstasy, lost in my own world for him.

He laughs against my neck and grabs my arms pinning them behind my head. “That’s the problem. I can’t f**king stop. I am very tempted to lift that skirt of yours and slip inside of you right out here in the open. The thought drives me mad. Do you know how hard it is not to penetrate you right now with my throbbing cock?” He lifts me up and grabs my legs wrapping them around his waist as he glides his hands up my skirt and presses his hip into me. His hands squeeze my bare thighs. I love his filthy mouth and right now I want it on me in all my most private places.

A surge of excitement courses through me and right now, I could care less if he takes me right out in the open. I just want him any way I can have him.

The door opens . . . again.

Stop this torture! What is up with that door? Does everyone have to keep popping out of it?

Tyler joins us outside with a ham sandwich in his hand. He smiles and leans against the opened door while holding his lunch to his mouth. “Dang, man. Don’t stop. I like the look of this.”

Kellan grunts and gently sets me down beside him and pulls my skirt down to cover my thighs. “I’m locking you inside next time.”

Shoving the last bite into his mouth, Tyler grins at Kellan and nods my direction. “I was serious when I said don’t stop, bro. Don’t let a little thing like me watching you kill the mood.”

The boys look at each other and for a moment, I almost think Kellan’s going to snap, but instead he laughs and pats Tyler on the back. “Nah, man. I can’t let you watch. I wouldn’t want to kill your ego.” He places his hand on the door and motions for us to go inside. “Well, let’s get this nipple show on the road. You ready, Tyler?”

“Yeah, man. I’m always ready. Nipple piercing is my game and I play it well. It's a legal way to inflict pain mixed with pleasure and I love to watch; although, I would prefer my prey to be female.”

I bet you do. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s gotten his hands on Jen’s by now.