His to Claim #4: Wild Ones Read Online Free PDF

sure wasn’t going to trade the ones she’d done of Storm.
    “So do some today, and maybe do something different.”
    “You’re right. I’ll do some fantasy creatures.” As much as she enjoyed doing them, she hadn’t done any on the ATCs yet.
    Diego laughed. “I said do something different.”
    She glanced at him.
    “Well, the women do fantasize about us,” he explained.
    It was true.
She
certainly did.
    She laughed. “I meant magical creatures.”
    “Well …” His lips turned up in a grin.
    “I get it. You and the guys are magical, fantasy hunks that no woman can resist.”
    Travis glanced around. “Except you, it seems.”
    His warm, blue-green eyes twinkled and she wondered how she had succeeded in resisting him for so long. Of course, it was because of Storm, but how much did Storm really want her? She was sure if she was really important to him, he could have found a way to come along on the tour.
    “Except she showed you her tattoo.” Dan stood beside their seat, Jimmy behind him.
    Travis laughed and stood up. “Well, you’ll get to see exactly what we saw.” He smiled at her. “I’ll leave you to your art.” He moved to his usual seat farther back in the bus, where he usually worked on his music.
    After she showed Jimmy and Dan the sketch of her tattoo, they acted devastated at not seeing the real thing and she sent them on their way, then got to work on creating some art.
    The next morning, Diego accompanied her to the meet. They wandered around and chatted with various artists and she traded her three cards for a small watercolor landscape of a lake from a lovely older woman, a pencil drawing of a tabby cat by a younger woman who had a collection of drawings of felines, and an abstract in pen and ink by a bearded man. Everyone she met was friendly and helpful, offering different suggestions about how to make a career with her art. She felt exhilarated talking to so many like-minded people.
    That evening at the show, lots of ideas tumbled through her head from the various things she’d learned from other artists about how they promoted their work.
    When she got back to her room, she tackled her latest card creation with new vigor. But she still wound up drawing Storm. She tucked it into the special bundle and dropped it into the desk drawer, as she did in every hotel room she’d stayed at. She just had to face it. If she was alone in her room, she was going to draw Storm. She stared at the naked picture she’d done of him. If only he were here to model in person. Of course, if he was, the last thing she’d be thinking of would be drawing him.
    ***
    “I’ve got an appointment at a tattoo studio in about an hour. I’d like you to come with me.”
    Melanie glanced up from her breakfast as Travis sat down across from her in the hotel restaurant in Jacksonville, Florida.
    “You want me to get another tattoo?” She sipped her coffee.
    “No, I’m getting the tattoo. The one you designed.”
    “Oh, right. I haven’t had my coffee yet so the brain is not in gear.” And she hadn’t had much sleep since she’d been yearning for Storm.
    “So, will you go? I thought you’d want to, since you designed it.”
    “I guess I could.” It would be kind of fun to see her design rendered into reality on his skin.
    Or so she thought until she stood in the studio and Travis grabbed his belt and started to undo it. She drew in a breath as he pulled back the strap and released the buckle, then let the leather slide through the metal frame. Her gaze locked on his fingers as he unzipped his jeans.
    “Where … uh … are you getting the tattoo?” she asked, torn between spinning away, and watching in anticipation, as he lowered his pants and tossed them onto a spare chair in the artist’s private studio room. She averted her gaze from his underwear and the outline of his intimate parts.
    Travis just laughed and lay down on the table, then tugged down his underwear to reveal one side of his firm,