Page 25 of Watercolor Skulls

Dan drills him with a stare, effectively telling him to shut up.

“What can I get you two,” Bill finishes, chuckling lightly.

They both look at me. “Um, oh I don’t know. I don’t drink…much,” I add quickly so I don’t look like a complete lame ass. I mean butt. Lame butt.

“Beer?” Dan questions.

“Yeah, I’ve never had a beer, but sure.”

His face softens. He likes that I’m innocent. Or at least I think that’s what I’m reading. “Get us a pitcher,” he tells Bill, shooing him away with the wave of his hand.

Dan

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Jesus Christ, I want to corrupt her. Break her innocence down bite by delectable bite. Her blue hair brushes against my arm. Soft, so fucking soft. I want to grab a handful and rub it all over my cock. God, fucking, dammit.

I’ve been thinking of her and nothing else for the past two days. Counting the hours, the fucking minutes till I could see her again.

When she turned and stood up from that bar stool I just about came in my pants. Trouble is, so didn’t every other motherfucker in this bar.

At the shop she was a cute little fucking blue haired fairy. Today, today she’s a hot as fuck blue haired biker chick. One that belongs on the back ofmybike. The angel on my shoulder has vanished. The devil is cracking his whip, ready to play.

Her hair is down today, curled in long beachy waves that stretch down her back to the tip of her tailbone. She’s in a long black rolling stones t-shirt dress, with a small silver chain draped across her shapely hips, showing off her hourglass figure. The red lips and white teeth on the front of the dress match her own. Jesus, her lips are so fucking kissable. Images of her painting my cock red with her lipstick make me almost groan out loud. Almost.

The t-shirt is ripped down the front, giving me an incredible view of her firm tits, they’re shiny, reflecting the light from above. It also has a slit up the side providing me a sneak peek at the tattoo I did a few days ago.

I scoot back so I can see under the table. The dress is riding up now, it looks like the tattoo is healing well. I probably should get a closer look before the night is over.

She has on a pair of black, fuck me, high heels to top it off. I wonder if she wore them so she didn’t feel so short next to me. Even with the heels she’s still a good foot shorter.

Her big brown eyes blink at me slowly. I wonder what she’s thinking. I shouldn’t have been so possessive. She probably thinks I’m a nut job.

A few beers in and I find out exactly what she thinks. Her hand wraps over my thigh as she leans towards me. “I think I’m getting a little tipsy,” she hiccups.

Alcohol is like a truth serum. I find out she’s from San Francisco, she has no siblings, her parents are assholes that are never home, they sound like Dirk and Rachel’s parents. When she tells me she had been a kindergarten teacher before coming here my dick gets hard. What? So, fucking sue me. Her innocence mixed with that intoxicating sex appeal does it for me.

“Where did you get the bruises?” I ask since we are on a roll.

Her demeanor changes. She turns away from me, taking a sip of her beer. “Oh, I just fell.” She waves her hand. “Hey, you haven’t told me anything about yourself. I feel like I’m doing all the talking.”

“You are. I like it that way.”

She licks her lips and I notice she shifts her ass on the seat.

“You’re not lying to me are you?” I ask, tipping my head down, staring at her.

She blinks those fucking big brown doe eyes up at me. “No,” she says a bit breathlessly.

“You fell?”

Lily nods slowly.

“Cause I had a friend who told me she fell once and what really happened was someone hurt her. Hurt her real bad. If someone gave you those, tell me.” I lean into her space putting my mouth to ear. “I’ll snap their fucking head from their body.”

I hear her swallow. “No. Nobody hurt me,” she says quietly. “I really did fall.”

Leaning back, I grill her with a look, letting her know I mean business. “I’ll spank that little ass of yours if I find out your lying.”

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