Ink
Icannot believe I’m tattooing a fucking koala bear.
Adjusting my hold, I wiped the blood away from the saturated areas pooling at the woman’s hip, then pressed the needle back to her pearlescent, previously unmarked skin.
A tattoo virgin.
Usually, I hated tatting a hot chick with their first tat.
They tended to be too high maintenance. And I definitely didn’t want to be tatting cutesy shit like koala bears, cartoon animals, rainbows and stupid crap people would regret later, but it wasn’t my role to sway them from what they wanted, and I couldn’t boot her to my employee, Kidd, because he was busy working a tat for my club brother’s old lady.
I glanced across the room and watched with a grin as Kidd, one of my genius artists and a current Prospect for the Hero’s Pride, worked on our Vice President’s old lady. The biker princess of them all, Shay O’Donnell. Well, technically she was Shay Crawford, and had been for almost two years now.
Rex grumbled and crossed his massive arms, dipping his face near his wife’s tits where my friend worked.
I chuckled and filled in the nose of the koala bear.
My canvas moaned a little in the back of her throat. My dick stirred to attention. Damn. Been a while since a woman moaning had given me a stiffy when I wasn’t the one making her moan in pleasure.
“You okay there, Sunny?” I stopped the tattoo gun and waited for a reply.
She looked over her shoulder, and her golden hair fell in a straight sheet down her back as she cocked a brow. “Sunny?”
I gifted her one of my most sultry smiles.
The one that usually got me into a girl’s panties quicker than I could tattoo them.
Then again, it usually wasn’t that hard to get in a girl’s panties if she went for the tall, tatted, unruly, motorcycle-club-member type.
I had pitch-black hair, eyes a cerulean blue, and tattoos from neck to ankles.
If tats weren’t a woman’s thing, I wasn’t the man for them.
“Yeah.” I gestured to her hair with my chin. “Like pure sunshine.”
She preened and her cheeks turned a rosy hue before my eyes.
Nice.
Yeah, she was a pretty one.
Innocent and sweet.
“So why the koala bear?”
She smiled so big it was like the sun actually shone down on my dark soul.
As a patched-in brother of the Hero’s Pride Motorcycle Club, I scored a lot of tail. Usually, however, they were women who knew the score. Not cotton-candy sweet, with a smile and hair as bright as the damn sun.
“Just got back from doing a summer abroad. I’m studying to be a marine biologist, but I was taken with the wildlife in Australia, obviously the most by the koalas, which are actually a marsupial, not a bear at all.”
“Hmm. Interesting.” I fired up the tattoo gun and worked on adding the perfect shading to the fur in the picture she’d provided that I then hand drew.
At least I got to draw the thing freehand.
That made having to use my gifts on a girly “marsupial” less lame.
Not totally, but I figured if I had to do it, I’d make it as badass and realistic as possible.
“Goddamn it, Kidd! You touch my wife’s tit again and you’re going to lose that goddamned arm!” Rex growled and my canvas trembled.
“Hold up, Sunny.” I wiped the area and set my tools to the side, hiking off the chair I was straddling and making my way to where my MC brother was hassling my employee.
I nudged Rex’s beefy shoulder, making sure not to touch him with my gloved hands, and looked down at where Shay lay.
Her shirt was off, huge tits encased in a sexy-as-fuck black lace bra.
Under her right breast she was having the date of her wedding and the date her children were born added to her ribs.
Ouch. The ribs were the worst, but she was taking it like the badass bitch I knew her to be.
“What’s the problem here?” I cocked a brow at Rex, not my employee, because I knew Kidd. He was doing everything in his power to avoid touching an old lady’s body in any manner. Especially the Vice President’s wife. The President’s daughter.
The men in the Pride took their relationship with their old ladies to a possessive, Neanderthal level. I could totally understand, not that I could relate. I didn’t have an old lady as of yet but was keeping my eyes open.
“Kidd keeps pressing his hand and his forearm to my wife’s tit,” Rex grumbled, breathing fire like a dragon ready to strike.
“You realize in order to get to that area, so he can tattoo it perfectly, he’ll likely brush up against and oftentimes have to press up against her breast. She chose the area, not Kidd.
Brother, this happens every time your woman wants ink.
Give the guy a pass. He’s getting patched in next month.
You think a brother would intentionally touch your old lady inappropriately?
Think hard, man.” I stared into his amber-colored eyes. His mouth twisted into a scowl.
“Fuck, just hurry it up.” Rex pushed his fingers into his long waves of hair and turned around. The needle fired up again.
I gave Kidd an apologetic look followed by a snarky grin.
“Shut the fuck up, man. I keep telling you to stop having me do the old ladies, but no, you love messing with me.”
I shrugged. He was right. I’d had enough razzing from the Hero’s Pride MC when I was prospecting. It’s part of the process. So, when a brother comes in and asks for ink for his woman or his old lady, I send them over to Kidd.
Honestly, it’s usually pretty funny. When it’s Rex, not so much.
I chuckled and winked at Shay as she lay there smiling like the sexy loon she was.
“You suck,” Kidd mumbled and got back to work.
“Damn straight. Never had any complaints either.” I laughed and made my way back to sunny and sweet.
Once I started work on Sunny’s hip tat, I let everything fall away. Her pretty spun-gold-colored hair and big brown eyes, my brother, his old lady, and everything in between, and just focused all my attention on completing the most kick-ass koala the world had ever seen.
As I was about halfway through, I heard a strange moaning noise. The sound tingled along my nerve endings, causing gooseflesh to rise on my skin.
I shook my head and looked at Sunny. “You okay?”
Her cheeks were a fiery pink, and she bit her lip, then squirmed in her seat. “Um, I think that couple you were talking to, um, went to the back room to have a, uh, chat.”
I narrowed my gaze and held my breath.
A crooning sound came from back office. “Jesus, baby, you’re so hard, mmmm.”
Fuck.
“Fuck yeah, gonna lick you clean, Pussycat,” Rex grumbled low in his throat, and if I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn they were going at one another five feet from me, not thirty-five feet down the back hall where the office was.
Sunny—who wasn’t named Sunny, but I forgot her fuckin’ name the second she asked me to draw a koala bear—trembled and gripped the table, her nails digging into the leather.
I started up the gun and got back to work, hoping that was the end of their shenanigans but knowing with everything inside of me there was no way in hell it was.
“Taste so good, like pure honey. I could eat you all night.” I heard Rex’s statement, and my dick hardened behind my jeans.
I adjusted my cock and balls and ran my forearm along my suddenly sweaty head and got back to work.
“Oh God, oh baby, oh my…” Shay’s broken, alluring voice cut through the sound of the tattoo needle, the music playing in the background and my ability to focus.
“Shit,” I griped and ground down on my teeth.
Sunny’s body jostled along the table as she turned her head to the side and smiled, a little giggle leaving her glossy peach lips. “This is funny,” she noted good-naturedly.
At least she wasn’t one to bitch about the indecency of it.
I sighed. “Not really the time or the place, but I’m not gonna bother them because they have a pair of just over one-year-old twins at home.
My guess, they don’t get a lot of alone time to let loose.
” I went back to tatting the two opposable thumbs the bear had, wanting them to look as realistic as possible.
“Aw, that’s sweet of you. You’re a good guy, Ink.”
“Yeah, I’m a regular do-gooder.” I chuckled and finished one hand, moving to the other three claws on the bear’s opposite hand curled around a gnarled branch with eucalyptus leaves, filling them in and then adding a little white for a reflection.
“Yeah, bend over, show me that sweet pussy and ass.” Rex’s voice reverberated through the tattoo parlor. Kidd at least had put his headphones on and was cleaning up his station, the closed sign on the door already in place.
Rex’s command was followed quickly by a loud wail from his wife.
“Take it. You take your man’s cock. All of it, baby. That’s right, fuck yeah.” Rex roared his triumph.
Sunny’s body wiggled against the chair, so I placed my hand to her back, pressing gently. “Easy. Relax or you’re going to have one wonky-as-fuck bear. Might look more like those dancing bears from the Grateful Dead, instead of a tribute to a country you loved,” I teased.
She giggled and the sound went straight to my cock. I gripped between my thighs and squeezed the massive bulge.
“You’re feelin’ it too?” Her coffee-colored gaze was zeroed on my hand over my cock.
I smirked. “Kind of hard not to when you’ve got a live porno happening in the other room.”
She licked her lips, and her pupils dilated. “Yeah,” Her voice was breathy, and I wanted nothing more than to take her mouth with mine and taste her candy-coated tongue.
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry as we stared at one another. And that’s when the pounding started.
Skin against skin.
Body to body.
Carnal fucking.
If I had to guess, Shay was bent over the desk, her lush curves naked from the waist down. Rex would have his pants around his knees, his large paws on her hips while he hammered into her from behind.
“Taggart!” Shay cried out, using Rex’s real name, moaning so loud I clenched my fingers, my knuckles turning a snowy white.