Chapter 2 Derrick
DERRICK
I’m disappointed that Chance hasn’t messaged me since the other night.
I thought for sure he might be up for a quickie.
He’s heavily in the closet, Derrick. He does seem conflicted, and I was kind of hoping I could help with that conflict.
He’s a complication you don’t need. True.
The number of guys back in Sydney that I dated or hooked up with who liked to keep me as their dirty little secret was too many to count.
All this deserves to have someone who wants to show me off on their arm. Maybe it’s for the best.
Thankfully, my bestie Sienna decided that today is the day we go to get tattoos, thanks to her secretly hooking up with that deliciously hot rock star Evan Wyld, who just happens to be her new boss.
Hence, the secret part. I’m glad her chichi is getting a workout after being married to boring Beau for the past ten years.
Yes, he was hot and rich, but personality-wise he wasn’t much.
Sienna is way too gorgeous to think she’s never going to find anyone.
She needs a man who will treat her like a whore in the bedroom and a lady out of it.
Currently, Evan is doing just that, and she is having a brilliant time getting her groove back.
But do I think she’s going to marry him?
Probably not. The guy is a rock star, he is constantly surrounded by groupies.
Sienna needs someone whose sole focus is her because she hasn’t had that for so long. Evan is a great rebound.
“I’m so nervous,” Sienna says as she takes my hand.
“I hope the guys are hot,” I say, giving her a squeeze, which makes her laugh. Internally, I am freaking out. When the boys found out we wanted to get tattoos they all decided they wanted to come, as did Vanessa and Isla, so now it’s a group effort.
We arrive at The California Bros.’ tattoo shop in Venice Beach.
They are friends of Dirty Texas, and they trust them with all their tattoos.
I’ve never ventured into a tattoo parlor before, but it’s something Sienna and I have been talking about doing with one another, getting our first tattoos together.
It isn’t at all what I’m expecting, it’s like a cute little bar just with needles.
Vintage-style tattoo art graces the exposed brick walls, black and silver skull-embossed wallpaper lines the back wall, and large silver vintage-style mirrors hang on the walls on either side.
“They also own the barbershop and microbrewery next door,” Evan says.
“Welcome, boys.” A Bettie Page-looking woman greets us from behind the reception desk.
She’s dressed in a red-checkered shirt, her large breasts straining against the buttons, and skin-tight dark denim jeans with blood-red sky-high heels.
Her black hair is rolled into a ’50s-style, bright red lipstick on her plump lips, and her eyes almost look cat-like, completing her rockabilly look.
She’s beautiful. She gives each of the boys a welcoming kiss, her arms are full of vintage-style tattoos.
“They’re addictive,” she says to Sienna, who was admiring her artwork.
“We have a couple of virgins today, Rachel,” Axel calls out.
“Ooohhh, fresh blood.” She giggles. Sienna and I look at each other in panic. “Zander is out the back getting things ready with the other boys.”
A tall guy comes out from the back room, his arms covered in tattoos, some on his neck as well. His light brown hair is slicked back, and his eyes are sparkling blue.
“Zander, my man.” Evan pulls him into a man-hug as they slap each other on the back.
“Looking good,” Zander replies with a genuine smile on his face as he greets Evan. “How’s Jake doing? Man, it’s been ages since I’ve seen him.” Evan and Zander catch up on life while Sienna and I try not to freak out.
“Far out, that man is hot. Seriously, it’s like hot guys attract other hot guys like magnets pulling them to each other,” I whisper to Sienna who giggles.
“So … you two are getting your first tattoos?” Zander asks. We can only nod our response as I swallow hard trying to be strong.
“They look like they are both going to throw up,” he says to Evan, making them both laugh at us. Evan’s hands begin to knead Sienna’s shoulders. Where’s my massage from a hot rock star?
“Who wants to go first?” Zander asks, his blue eyes looking at Sienna and me.
“Me,” I hear Sienna say. Oh, thank goodness because I didn’t want to have to be brave.
“Good work. Now make yourself comfortable on that chair and show me what you want,” he instructs as his eyes briefly drop down to her chest. Evan lets out a cough, catching Zander’s attention and glaring at him.
I look over at Sienna, who blushes. Zander’s eyes remain above her chest for the rest of the session.
Sienna shows him her tattoo idea and where she wants it, which is on her ribs, apparently a super painful spot.
“You’ll have to take off your bra but keep your shirt on so I can work properly,” Zander tells her.
Evan doesn’t seem happy about that suggestion, but he can’t say shit.
He watches and Zander tries not to, while Sienna slips out of her bra, it’s a sexy black lace number which she drops on the top of her bag.
Evan’s eyes zero in on the lingerie. Yeah, he’s going to go stake his claim later for that.
Once she’s ready, I take a seat beside her and hold her head as she winces through the pain, but it’s a super quick and small tattoo, so before we realize it, it’s over.
Sienna goes over and admires the work in the mirror.
“So, what does it say?” Evan asks, looking at the Arabic writing down her ribs.
??????? ???? ?? ????????
“What is coming is better than what is gone.”
Oh wow. “Fuck, Si, that’s cool,” I tell her. She looks over at Evan, and something passes between the two of them before he nods and hands her a bottle of water.
“You’re up next. Let me just clean up and get fresh supplies,” Zander addresses me with a smile.
Ten minutes later, it’s my turn to be in the hot seat. Lying on my back, I pull my shirt up, then slide my pants down, exposing my hip.
“I want the words, ‘Suck my …’ and you can guess the rest when your eyes fall to where that sentence finishes.” I shrug.
Zander bursts out laughing. “Seriously, that is hilarious.”
“That’s my Derrick. I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Sienna laughs.
“Okay then, Derrick, let’s do this,” Zander says, asking me to keep still.
He makes an outline and asks me to check if it’s in the right place.
I want it low on my hip so that it can’t be seen if I’m in my board shorts.
Think of the children. I settle back into place.
“You ready?” Zander asks. I nod as Sienna comes around and takes my hand.
“Evan, can you take the other one?” I smirk, holding out my hand to Evan.
He huffs and rolls his eyes, but does what I ask and holds my hand as Zander makes me scream.
Later that night, I go home and update my dick pic collage to include my new tattoo.