worse, if that’s a factor. I think you’d be a good candidate, though. It’s thin, and even if I didn’t cover it, I could make it less noticeable. I mean,” he smirked, “people would only be looking at how awesome your ink is.”
She lay quietly for several seconds. “Something to think about, I guess. I don’t know if I could ever do it, though.”
“Well, you know,” he said, turning onto his back and tucking an arm behind his head. “Do it for the right reasons, or don’t do it.”
“It’s not about vanity, really. It’s the reminder. I don’t know if changing it or covering it would help.”
“It would at least be a reminder of something else. Turn it into something beautiful.”
Macy’s hand slid over his chest, and she rose over him, her breasts and her long hair brushing him as she leaned down to give him a kiss. “Thank you.”
At that moment, the way her hazel eyes drank him in, he didn’t want to change one damn thing about her. “I think you’re beautiful the way you are. I just want you to feel better.”
Her lips curled upward. “It’s all a front, isn’t it?”
“What’s that?”
“You are nothing like the image you project.”
“So I’m a fake now?”
“No, not a fake. Jeez.”
He laughed, and she leaned down and bit him. “Naw, I get you. There is some show, I can’t lie. But it’s still who I am. It’s an outlet. My music and my job, it’s how I get out all the crazy shit that goes on in my head. Stuff I can’t let out in polite society, ya know. Only…I’m so rarely in polite society, I don’t know how to behave in it anyway, so there.”
Macy’s half-smile began to tremble, and then she broke into a full-fledged fit of laughter. It was infectious, and he couldn’t help but join in as he sat up to face her. “What’s so funny there, killjoy?”
“I’m just… I don’t know if I should even say this. Might freak you out or make you mad or something.”
“If it doesn’t involve you putting your clothes on right now, it won’t.”
She trailed her finger along one of his tats, not looking him in the eye. “I’m thinking of what it would be like to take you home to meet my parents.”
Mad, hell. He experienced a joy eruption that the thought had even crossed her mind. “Oh yeah? What would they think?”
“They’re good people, you understand, but you aren’t exactly what they would expect. They’re very outdoorsy, very down-to-earth. My dad can be really loud and funny, though, and he doesn’t care about pissing people off. I think it’d be hilarious to see you two go head-to-head, that’s all.”
“Your dad sounds like my kinda guy.”
“Then maybe we’ll get to see how that goes,” she said shyly. “I have to warn you, he’ll probably have you camping and fishing and hunting with him before you know it.”
He’d never had his own dad around to do that kind of stuff with. At least not that he could remember. “I’d be down for that. As long as I ain’t gotta get on no fuckin’ horse.”
The hand drawing tantalizing lines along his skin suddenly shoved at him. “Oh no! Tell me you don’t hate horses.”
He caught her wrist and shoved her down on the bed, rising over her. “No, no hate. I simply don’t feel the need to get on top of one. You, on the other hand…” God, would he ever inhale enough of her scent? She sighed as he trailed his lips down her neck.
“Fair enough. You might discover, though…oooh…” He kept moving down, licking a path around her pert little nipple. “…might discover a love of riding that will stay with you for the rest of your life.”
He might discover a love for her that would stay with him for the rest of his life, if he kept this shit up. Beautiful, soft, sensitive Macy…a tough little nut to crack, but so warm and sweet once he did.
“You can’t possibly be ready to go again,” she said. At that, he rose up on his knees and guided her hand to his erection.
“Does this look not ready to you?”
“My God. You’re supernatural.”
“Or you are. It’s all you, baby.”
She sat up, stroking him lightly in her hand as she gave him a coy glance from under a swath of dark hair. That look right there, it would be the death of him. Especially with her mouth hovering so close to his dick,