Free Run This Town 03 - (Watch Me) Unmask You by Avril Ashton Page B

rolled his eyes. “Pia.” He sighed and put down his coffee. “Look, I don’t want to talk about this. I really don’t.”
    She watched him with big brown eyes, silent. “Okay.” She got to her feet and gave him a smile. “But you know if you need to you can talk to me about anything, anytime.”
    He nodded. “I know.”
    She walked out just as Al, another tattoo artist, appeared in the doorway. “Lucky, you’ve got a customer.”
    Lucky frowned. “Al, you know I’m not doing that these days.”
    “I know.” Al shrugged. “But the guy said he only wants you to do him.”
    “Who is it?”
    “Me.”
    Lucky’s eyes widened as Elias appeared behind Al, a mocking smile on his lips.
    “Hey, dude.” Al spun and held out a hand to halt Elias. “You can’t be back here.” Of course the big guy completely ignored that.
    “Elias.” What the hell was he doing?
    “I want you to ink me, Lucky.” His eyes were practically glowing. Lucky looked away.
    “I can’t do that. Let one of the other guys take care of you, or better yet,” Lucky sat back in his chair, trying to affect a calm he didn’t feel. “Why don’t you leave, huh? Go someplace else.”
    “I’m not leaving,” Elias said simply.
    Al looked back and forth between them. “Lucky?”
    “It’s okay, Al. You can go.”
    Al left, reluctantly, and Lucky tensed as Elias stepped into the office and shut the door. The already small space now felt cramped and stifling.
    “Lucky.”
    “Are we gonna do this?” Lucky interrupted him. “Are you gonna show up where I don’t want you, make me have to deal with questions I can’t answer?”
    “You can.” Elias walked over to the desk and Lucky gripped his chair arm. “You can tell them who I am.”
    He barked a laugh. “Really? I don’t even know who you are.”
    Elias sat on the edge of the desk, his jean-clad ass mere inches from Lucky. “I’m the man you want. The man you’ve been wanting for a very long time, isn’t that right?”
    Lucky stared up at him, at the possession fierce on his face. His entire body flamed at the expression because God knew he’d wanted to see it for so long.
    Elias grasped his chin.
    Lucky’s breath stopped.
    “Isn’t that right, Lucky?”
    “Don’t—” He licked his lips and jerked away from that calloused touched. “Don’t touch me.”
    “I want you to tattoo me,” Elias said firmly. “No one else touches my skin. Say yes.”
    No one else… “I bet that wasn’t the case the last three years, huh?” Lucky couldn’t help the bitter taunt. “I bet you didn’t care then who touched your skin.” Why did it make him want to throw something at the thought of Elias with anyone else? He’d been with other people hadn’t he? Done some pretty fucked up things, too.
    A tight line formed around Elias’s mouth. “I’m not going to dignify that hypocrisy with an answer, Lucky. Not when you went home with another man last night.”
    “Get out.” Lucky jumped up from behind his desk and walked to the door.
    “I’m not leaving either.” Elias spoke directly behind him, lifting the hairs on his nape. “Not without my tattoo.”
    Lucky stood there with a hand on the door knob. “If I tattoo you, will you promise to leave?” He couldn’t believe he was even contemplating this shit.
    “If you tattoo me—” Elias’s breath brushed his skin, and Lucky shivered. “I’ll think about leaving.”
    Jesus fuck. “Fine, let’s go.” He yanked open the door, but Elias grabbed his shoulder. Lucky froze.
    “This is going to be a very private session, Lucky,”
    Lucky glanced over his shoulder at him. “You’re a high maintenance son of a bitch, aren’t you?”
    Elias grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I just want you alone, Lucky Mousasi.”
    Warmth unfurled in Lucky’s belly. What the hell was he doing? He hurried away, setting up one of the abandoned stations with everything he needed. Pia intercepted him as he was checking his