Do Me Right. Cindi Myers

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      Our bodies are saying things to each other. Don’t you want to finish the conversation? His words returned to her, fuel to the fire burning inside her. If a man could get her this hot with only the memory of his voice, what would happen if she invited him into her bed?

      She arched up, anticipating release, water sloshing over the sides of the tub. Her cries echoed in the room as her climax overtook her. Eyes closed, she sank down in the tub again. She’d found physical release but nothing like what she really wanted. What she really needed.

      3

      KYLE WAITED A DAY BEFORE going back to Austin Body Art, telling himself he wanted to give Theresa time to think about his proposition. Time to remember the lip-scorching kiss they’d shared and contemplate what that kind of kiss might lead to once they got their clothes off.

      In reality, he felt the need of a little cooling-off period himself. He was sure he could handle anything Theresa threw at him, but he had to admit he’d never been involved with someone who made a living poking people with needles. Not to mention one who’d practically melted his bones with a single kiss. He needed to rest up for his next move.

      The picketers were patrolling the sidewalk in front of the tattoo parlor when he returned to the shop. “Sir, you should read this!” An earnest-looking woman shoved a flyer into his hand as he reached for the door of the shop.

      Printed on blaze-orange paper, the flyer read “Keep Austin clean! Take back the streets for our children! Fight for a family-friendly Austin! Vote for Darryl ‘Clean’ Carter for City Council Place Four!!”

      “Nice exclamation marks,” he said, attempting to hand the paper back to the woman.

      “Oh, no. You keep it.” She frowned at his hand on the doorknob. “You don’t really want to go in there, do you?”

      “I don’t?” He removed his hand from the doorknob and turned to face her. “Why not?” He looked at the others, who had stopped marching with their signs and gathered around like buzzards waiting for their turn at the dead armadillo on the side of the road. “What is y’all’s objection to this place?”

      “This isn’t the kind of thing children should be exposed to.” A man in a dark suit and helmet hair stepped forward. “It’s morally repugnant and encourages overt sexuality and flaunting of the body.”

      “Brushed up on those vocabulary words, did you?” Kyle grinned and made a show of looking around them. “I don’t see any children here, do you?” He scratched his head. “Guess they’re all at home, watching sex and violence on TV.”

      The man glared at him. “This is not something to be made light of,” he said.

      “Right.” Kyle turned and grasped the doorknob again. “Don’t wear yourselves out toting those signs or anything.”

      The string of bells on the back of the door announced his entrance into the shop. One of the cats, curled up in a chair by the door, blinked at him sleepily. The blond dude who’d been there the other day looked up from the computer behind the front counter. “Can I help you?”

      “I just stopped by to see Theresa.”

      At the sound of her name, she looked up from her seat next to the tattoo chair. She shut off the machine and blotted the partial tattoo on the back of the man who reclined beside her. “Kyle, what are you doing here?”

      Was it his imagination or was her voice a little breathy? He strode into the room and lowered himself into a folding chair near her work area. “I came to see you, of course.” He nodded to the man, a middle-aged biker type with a long, gray pigtail and grease-stained jeans. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

      She switched on the machine again. “Eric, this is Kyle. If you don’t want him to watch, I’ll tell him to leave.”

      Eric raised his head and looked Kyle up and down. “Don’t make no difference to me,” he said and lowered his head again.

      Theresa turned her attention back to the tattoo, which was fine with Kyle, as it gave him the chance to watch her. A pair of fine lines creased her forehead as she concentrated on her work. The design taking shape beneath her hand was intricate and colorful: a whole garden full of roses surrounding some sort of fantastic bird—a phoenix, maybe—in brilliant reds, greens, blues and yellows. She was working on the bird now, inking in the tail feathers.

      Bent over like this, he had a terrific view of the tops of her breasts swelling at the neck of the leather vest she wore. Some kind of flower or design was tattooed in her cleavage. He was definitely interested in getting a closer look at that….

      “Shouldn’t you be back at the ranch punching cows or something?”

      Her voice pulled him out of the beginning of a very interesting fantasy. He raised his eyes to meet hers. “We don’t punch ’em anymore,” he drawled. “We just suggest they move ’long. It’s more PC that way.”

      Eric made a choking sound, but Kyle soon realized it was a chuckle, muffled by his position. “I’m going to remember that one,” the biker said. “What happened to your arm?”

      After less than a week, the question was already getting old. He looked at the blue-wrapped cast. “One of the cows punched back.”

      The biker laughed again. “You’re a riot.”

      “Guess if the rodeo gig doesn’t work out, I can be a stand-up comic in a biker bar,” he said.

      Theresa apparently didn’t appreciate his humor. She was still frowning. “What have you been doing since you got hurt? Just sitting around on your ass?”

      He winced. That was a low blow. Just because he was twenty-nine years old and didn’t have a real job didn’t mean he was a bum. “I’m exploring my options,” he said.

      “Hmmph.” But the slight flush to her cheeks made him think she was remembering how he’d asked her to help him pass the time while he was recuperating.

      He sat back, hands behind his head. “I thought about taking up panhandling,” he said. “But there seems to be a glut of people in that line of work around here lately. Then I heard they were auditioning for Chippendales dancers, so I thought about strapping on my chaps and giving it a go.” He gave an exaggerated shimmy. “What do you say, darlin’? Think I’ve got what it takes?”

      Aha! She looked! He deliberately licked his lips. He’d be happy to show her he had what it would take to please her.

      “Maybe we could hire him to run off those picketers,” the blonde behind the counter said.

      “I don’t think one beat-up cowboy’s going to scare them much,” she said.

      If he thought she really meant the words, he might have been insulted. But the very way she avoided looking at him told him she was all too aware of his presence. He liked that. She didn’t look like the kind of woman who was easily unnerved, but he’d managed to get to her. Score one for the cowboy, beat-up or not.

      “Besides, it’s a free country,” Theresa continued. “We can’t stop them from walking on the sidewalk.”

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