Pushing the Boundaries (Picking up the Pieces #3) by Jessica Prince Read Free Book Online

possible. It was only after she’d passed out that I was able to get my hands on her luscious body. I guess I should have at least been happy that she’d finally relented after the second night and let me in her bed without a fight. But it went without saying that I had blue balls like a motherfucker!
    “You need a grand gesture,” Mickey called over the half wall that divided her station from mine at Ink Addictz. I was putting the finishing touches on Carl Montoya’s full sleeve that I’d been working on for a while now. It had taken several sessions over time, but I had to say, it was some of my best work yet. Poor Mickey was working on her third tramp stamp of the day.
    “I married her and moved into the friggin’ house. How much more grand can I get, Mick?”
    “She was toasted when you got married and you moved in without her knowledge or permission. She just about lost her mind, man. Those aren’t grand gestures; those are reasonable homicide defenses. You need to come up with something that’ll sweep her off her feet.”
    “Dude,” Carl said from his place in my chair. “Me and the guys down at Colt’s got a bet going on just how long it’ll take Lizzy to kill you. I got fifty down for one month.”
    Narrowing my eyes on my client, I replied, “Thanks for the support, man. You want me to fuck your shit up? Cuz I’d be more than happy to tattoo a unicorn humping a rainbow on your arm. It’d make my day.”
    “Sorry,” he grumbled, laying back in the chair and staring at the ceiling.
    “You got any suggestions for me? I’m drowning here, Mickey.” And wasn’t that the damn truth.
    Mickey’s tattoo gun stopped buzzing and I looked up to see her slathering ointment on her finished product. As usual, it looked awesome. She got up and checked her client out before walking back to my station and propping her hip against the ledge. “You ever think of just telling her you’re in love with her? It’s not like you’re any good at hiding it. She’s all you’ve talked about since I started working here. It’s written all over your face how you feel about her every time her name is mentioned.”
    If only it were that easy. “Believe me, Mick. It’s not like I haven’t thought about that. But she’s not ready to hear it. If I tell her now, she’ll bolt. She’s still got it in her head that I’m the same dickhead I was when I first moved here.”
    Mickey looked up at the ceiling, deep in thought while I filled in the last line on Carl’s arm before rubbing it down with ointment and covering it up. “You know, you could always knock her up,” Carl suggested. “She’d be stuck with you then.”
    Mickey stomped over and smacked him upside the back of his head.
    “Man, just pay me and get out of my shop!”
    “It was just a suggestion!” Carl said, rubbing the back of his head as we walked to the register. He paid and I went over the aftercare instructions even though he already knew what to do. Once he was gone, I went back and started cleaning up my station. It had been a long day and I was more than ready to get home to my girl—even if she fought me tooth and nail on actually being my girl.
    “Look, Trev. I know you’re a good guy and you’re busting your ass. You’re just gonna have to give Liz time to see that you aren’t the person she thinks you are. You’ll prove her wrong, babe. Just give it time.”
    I stayed quiet as I thought about what she had just said. I truly believed that, in time, she’d come around. The problem was, I wasn’t known for being a patient guy. I was kind of all about instant gratification, and my dick was really starting to hate me. I wanted Lizzy and I wanted her yesterday.
    “You know, I’ve been thinking about your grand gesture idea, and I think I’ve come up with something.”
    Mickey looked at me suspiciously, “You thinking is never a good thing.”
    A smile spread across my face as I thought about exactly what I was going to do to win Liz