His teachings helped me get the client list I now had, but sometimes it was hard to keep my face from showing how annoyed I was. Especially when my girl was sitting only a few feet away and some chick was trying to flash me her pussy every two minutes.
“Sit the fuck still,” I barked, fed up. I doubted even Lyric could have kept his cool long enough to deal with this chick, but then again, my sister probably would have already had a handful of this bitch’s hair in one hand as she dragged her out of her husband’s shop.
The girl jumped, startled by the sudden menace in my voice. “Okay,” she said after a moment of stunned silence before rolling her eyes. “Jeesh, calm down. I’m just trying to get comfortable.”
“You have needles digging into your bikini line,” River muttered behind me, keeping her gaze focused on her schoolwork. “I doubt there is a comfortable position right now.”
The blonde on my table huffed. “Shouldn’t you be watching the front or something?”
“She’s here because I want her here,” I snapped, adding more ink before touching the needle to her skin again. The piece she wanted was small and didn’t require a lot of shading
, so I was almost done. Thank fuck, because this chick was giving me a raging headache.
As soon as the needle touched her skin, she whined at the discomfort and began to squirm again, causing the protective padding I’d had River place in the top of the chick’s shorts to shift, showing me yet another half inch of her skin. Soon, her pussy lips would be exposed, and the thought turned my stomach.
It wasn’t the first time a client thought she could try to tempt me by picking a suggestive place for their tattoo and then try to seduce me by showing me her tits or pussy. Even if I didn’t have River, I would have been turned off by their efforts. I’d never been tempted by an easy lay, and the clients who tried to get me to fuck them reeked of desperation.
I was nearly finished when the buzzer alerting us to the front door opening grabbed River’s attention. She stood to see who had arrived then returned a minute later. “That must be the box that arrived yesterday,” she said as she walked past my room.
I glanced up just as Lyric followed her toward the storage room. He had a car seat in one hand, and I saw the top of my nephew’s head. At a guess, I figured it was Ian because he was the troublemaker of the twins, and only Lyric and my dad could make him behave. Isaac, on the other hand, was the more even-tempered of the two, always wanting to cuddle with anyone, and basically a momma’s boy.
Lyric said Ian was more like his own twin, Luca, while Isaac was one hundred percent his father. Even at just four months old, Ian was already a pain in the ass, but I loved that rotten little beast.
Finally finished with the tattoo, I pushed back from the table the chick was lying on. “Take a look in the mirror before I bandage you up.”
While she stood, I turned my back, getting her aftercare instructions and samples of the ointment we suggested all our clients use. Lyric had connections, and he’d worked out a deal with the company that made the ointment that was formulated specifically for tattoo aftercare.
“Wow, it’s so pretty,” the client, whose name I couldn’t have remembered even if there were a gun to my head, gushed. “You’re really talented.”
Ignoring the compliment, I waited until she was back on the table before turning around.
Only to wish I’d waited for River to return before I did. The tiny shorts she was wearing were pulled down to her thighs now, showcasing her bare pussy. “Like what you see?” she purred, stroking her fingers over herself.
I quickly averted my eyes and stood.
“Hey, Dad,” I called as I left the room. “Can you patch this chick up for me?”
He met me at the door, a frown on his face. “What’s up?”
“She took her fucking pants off,” I told him with a shudder. “And now she’s touching herself. I’m not into easy.”
He grimaced. “I feel ya, son. Wasn’t River in there with you?”
“She’s getting something for Lyric,” I explained, my gaze going to the door to the storage room, where they still were. “If you don’t want to patch her up for me, could you at least come in and be my witness?”
I didn’t need this chick to get pissed at me and then start saying I touched her or some shit like that. Or worse, screaming I molested or raped her just to get back at me for shooting her down. I’d never had someone do that to me before, but I’d heard too many horror stories not to be cautious.
“Nah, son. I got you covered.” He passed me and walked into my room. “Pull your clothes up, girl. I don’t have time to be airing out this place because you decided to make it smell like rotten pussy.”
A strangled laugh had me looking back at the storage room to find Lyric standing in the doorway. A moment later, River appeared beside him, a box in her hands. “Found it,” she said triumphantly. “I don’t know how it got all the way in the back like that. I swear I put it…” She trailed off, a frown pulling her brows together as she looked down at the label on the box. “Does this look like blood to you?”
Lyric dropped his gaze to it. “Maybe the delivery guy scratched himself,” he suggested. Taking the box from her, he carried it in one hand while holding on to the car seat in the other. “Thanks, River. I need this ink for a back piece I’m doing tonight.”
River shook her head, causing her frown to disappear as she gave my brother-in-law a smile. “No problem. I didn’t know it was yours, or I would have brought it to you. Sorry you had to come all the way over here with the baby demon.” Crouching down, she kissed Ian’s cheek, causing him to giggle. “Be good, little dude.”
When she pulled back, I saw my nephew had latched on to River’s tank top and was pulling it down, exposing her bra. I couldn’t blame the kid. Her tits were perfect. I copped a feel any chance I got, too. Laughing, she untangled his chubby fist and nipped at his fingers, making him giggle again.
Lyric sighed. “I guess he’s hungry. I better get him back so Mila can feed him.”