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

hard butt.
    The tattoo artist placed the template on Travis’ muscular buttock. Melanie watched in fascination, and with a growing hunger, as the artist proceeded to bring the design to life on Travis’ skin.
    “Gorgeous,” she said once it was done. And she meant more than just the tattoo. The man’s ass was a thing of beauty.
    Travis hopped off the table and gazed behind him in the mirror. “Nice job.”
    The artist covered it with gauze and taped it down, then Travis pulled up his underwear and donned his jeans. When they got back to the hotel, everyone was hanging out in Diego’s room.
    “Hey, there he is,” Dan said. “So show us the new ink.”
    “Yeah, let me go remove the gauze.”
    Travis headed for his room and Melanie settled in a chair. Jimmy handed her a beer.
    When Travis returned he grinned. “So you guys want to see?”
    “Yeah, man. Bring it on,” said Jimmy.
    Travis stepped toward Melanie, with the guys behind him, then reached for his belt. Melanie’s gaze locked on his buckle as he released it for the second time today in front of her, then began to unzip his jeans. As Travis began to lower his pants, a familiar voice cut across the room.
    “Do you want to explain to me what’s going on here?”
    Melanie’s gaze darted to the door to see Storm standing there. She jerked forward, spilling her beer on her jeans. She placed the bottle on the table and wiped at the denim, her cheeks heating.
    What must he think?
    And she didn’t blame him. His gaze locked on her and she leapt to her feet and strode across the room, then took his arm and guided him into the hallway. She didn’t let herself stop to think, just used momentum to steer him to her room.
    Once inside, she closed the door.
    “I know this looks bad, but there was really nothing going on. Travis just got a tattoo and he was showing the guys.”
    “And you.”
    “I’d already seen it.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve seen his ass?”
    She sucked in a breath. “I went with him when he got the tattoo.” She stared at his intense blue eyes. “I designed it for him, so he wanted me to go.”
    She took his hand and squeezed it. “Storm, that’s all there is. There’s nothing going on between Travis and me.”
    He stared at her for what seemed like a lifetime, but she realized it was only a couple beats of her rapidly pounding heart.
    “I believe you.”
    The words hung in the silence as she stared at him.
    “You do?”
    “Of course. You told me if I don’t trust you, then this won’t work between us.” He grasped her shoulders, sending heat pulsing through her. “And I intend to make this work.”
    Then he drew her close and lowered his face to hers. His lips brushed hers sweetly, then his arms glided around her and he pulled her tight to his body as his tongue slipped past her lips.
    She threw her arms around him and held him tight as passion flared within her, and she opened to let him in. He swirled his tongue inside her mouth and she sighed, melting into his arms.
    “Oh, God, I’ve missed you,” he murmured when his lips parted from hers.
    “Me, too.” She gazed into his sky blue eyes. “So much.”
    And her body ached for him.
    She stroked her hands over his solid chest, needing to touch him.
    “Why are you here? Do you have business in town?”
    He smiled. “No. I’m here to be with you. I’m going to ask Travis if I can continue on the tour with the band.”
    “What about your brother, and the company?”
    “In fact, my brother pointed out that I should be here with you. That I can travel with the band and follow my heart, but still keep in touch with him on the phone and through e-mail for any major decisions. He doesn’t really need me there to run the company on a day-to-day basis.”
    She stroked her finger down his hard chest. “Remind me to thank him next time I see him.” Once she reached his belt, she tugged his T-shirt from his jeans and slid her hands underneath, then stroked over the