Evanescent Ink (Copperline #4)

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though, she could only get so far away. “What about me?”
    I brushed the hair from her eyes and looked down at her. “Where you’re from. Why you came here. What did you want to be when you grew up?”
    She narrowed her eyes at me in a teasing manner. “You first.”
    I knew she was avoiding my probing questions, but maybe if I started talking, she might talk too.
    Just maybe…
    “That’s easy,” I grinned. “I wanted to be a rockstar.”
    She smiled, probably thinking that she had won. That she had avoided answering me.
    “Well, you did it.”
    “Not really. Not like I always dreamed. Money for nothin’ and all that. That’s what I was always aiming for.”
    “You’re really good, though. I used to listen to you guys when you did your college radio show.”
    “No shit?”
    Raven laughed, low and throaty. “Really,” she whispered, and her hands glided down my arms to intertwine with my fingers. “You have very talented fingers, Mr. Massey.”
    “Fuck…" I sorta breathed. “That’s kinda hot when you call me Mr. Massey.”
    I felt her small, bare foot skimming up my leg. Her hips pressed up into mine.
    “Mmmm, Mr. Massey,” she murmured.
    With a sound that was half laughter and half moan, I set a quick kiss on her lips. My junk was already ready for round two, but I was on a bit of a mission here. While I couldn’t explain it, I just needed to delve a little deeper into her psyche. To share more than just the physical bliss. As amazing as that was, it seemed it was just skimming the surface of something simply phenomenal underneath.
    Something I craved.
    “Where are you from?” I probed as she feathered tiny kisses along my shoulder.
    “I grew up around Portland. How about you?” It was like a ping pong game. I asked a question, she batted it back to me.
    “Born in Colorado, moved around a lot as a kid. So, Portland, huh? When did you move to Montana? Must have been a while ago if you listened to us on the radio.”
    Ball in her court.
    “I was a sophomore in high school. So how’d you end up here?”
    Tap. She batted it back.
    “I graduated from high school in Twin Bridges,” I said, mentioning the small town I’d lived in that was about an hour away. My lips trailed from her neck across her collarbone, always moving, even while I talked. Trying to distract her, relaxing her with my touch to help her share. “Came to Butte for college mostly because it was close and I was kinda lazy. Decided school wasn't for me, so I quit and opened Ink.” And back at her. “Leaving your hometown in the middle of high school must have been a bitch, huh?”
    “Kind of a relief, actually.” She paused for a second as my lips began to venture down her breast, then veered off to skirt past the hardened nipple. “I bet moving around so much was a lot tougher as a kid, though.”
    She was good at this.
    “It wasn’t so bad. Gave me plenty of time to practice the guitar. Music was a way to find other people like me. People who didn’t quite fit the mold.” I drew the hardened bud into my mouth, and she moaned quietly. Then I lifted my head and gave it another shot. “Where did you finish high school?”
    “Anaconda,” she replied distractedly, referring to another small town just a little northwest of Butte.  “So, is your family still in Twin Bridges?”
    “They never really stayed in the same place for very long. Practically vagabonds.” Trying again to steer the convo back to her, I kissed her, then focused my gaze back to catch hers. “You moved from Portland to Anaconda? Did you have some massive culture shock?”
    “A bit. What made you stay here in Ophir?”
    “The Mofos. They kinda became roots. Little tiny fragile roots, but they were roots. Something just happened when we got together. Something that made me feel like I belonged somehow for the first time in my life.”
    “You are pretty close. You all lived together at one time, too, right?”
    “That was my idea. I had it in my

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