CHAPTER NINE
– KENZ –
My workspace is clean and I should leave. Should. These past few days have been nothing but going back and forth between being cooped up in Falcon’s room and working. Distancing myself from my family to make a life of my own has never been as lonely as I feel now.
I glance down and the decision of tattooing myself is made, leaving me to get things ready. The design is something I don’t have to think about and can pick from one of the many I’ve made over the past few days.
Apparently, my mind is obsessed with freaking birds. Well, not all birds, nowadays I only seem to design falcons. I blame the guy who I clearly hurt and insulted with words that weren’t even directed at him.
I haven’t seen Falcon since I faced my family in the clubhouse. He never returned to his room, and I’ve only dealt with either Thorsten or Macsen. They are the ones who escort me to and from work, and who stay as a bodyguard in the waiting room of my shop.
Then I’m alone again in Falcon’s room at the clubhouse. Except for the times Livi comes down to chat and tries to get me in a better mood. Useless, though. I feel like shit and haven’t been able to shake the feeling I lost something valuable without realizing I needed it in my life. Needed him in my life.
Stupid. I know. This whole situation is fucked up. It’s as if this man’s touch has left some part of him under my skin and not being with Falcon ignites an itch I can’t scratch. I crave him. I miss him.
The routine of getting my stuff ready to ink soothes me until I hear Macsen’s voice. “I thought you were done for the day.”
“You can leave if you like,” I tell him without looking.
Macsen snorts. “Not in your, or my lifetime, doll. Your old man would skin me alive if I left you unprotected.”
I catch movement behind Macsen right before the vice president of Wisely Dicey loudly says, “Motherfucker, what the actual fuck, asshole? Not so much skinning, more like giving me a damn heart attack.” He shoots me a glare. “Turns out I’ll head home anyway. Can you two please fuck and make up already? You two have both been miserable. Unnecessary if you ask me.”
A chuckle rips from me while Macsen faces Falcon who is standing behind him. He grabbed Macsen’s shoulder and freaked him out. Macsen and Falcon exchange keys and the VP leaves. Falcon steps into my workspace and glances at the stuff I laid out. He raises an eyebrow.
Unspoken questions and answers, the man has skilled this ability to a perfection. Having him stand before me after not seeing him for days allows for my body to fill with pure desire.
Clearing my throat, I grab my iPad and state, “I’m going to ink myself. You’re welcome to stay and watch.”
Falcon reaches for my wireless tattoo gun and points at his chest, then at me. A jolt of adrenaline hits me at the thought of Falcon inking my skin, or branding his skin with my artwork for that matter.
“You want to put the design on me?” I whisper out the words. “Or do you want me to ink you?”
He skillfully turns the tattoo gun on and points at the chair for me to take a seat. Point taken. I know the man has skills when it comes to tattooing because we talked about it when we started messaging. The tattoos littering his skin are by his hand, even the ones on his face. The cut on his hand is healing nicely and doesn’t seem to bother him at all.
I turn the iPad toward him and show the designs I’ve made over the past few days. His gaze turns hot when he places down the tattoo gun and takes the iPad from me. Selecting the delicate falcon with lines, dots, and shadows, he turns the screen to show me his favorite.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pull it off in one smooth move and point at my sternum. I have a lot of tattoos as well, mostly on my arms and on the side of my leg. Like Falcon, I’ve done all the artwork myself, even though my brothers and mother are also tattoo artists.
Falcon hands me the tablet and points at the counter to let me know I’m the one getting the stencil ready. He leaves the room and for a moment I have no clue what he’s doing until I hear the front door lock. Right. Macsen left so Falcon is making sure the shop is locked up because it’s just the two of us in here.
Getting everything ready, Falcon returns and glances at me when I’m standing in front of the mirror to check the stencil on my skin. I’m still wearing my bra so I have the perfect place for the tattoo and not have it covered up by the lace. The head of the falcon has a halo, as if it’s spreading his wings as he faces the sun.
Falcon moves to stand right behind me. His arm circles my body, fingertips hovering above the stencil for a breath or two before he touches it. Good thing it’s dry already. He makes one of his rare scratch sounds and I automatically lean back into him and close my eyes.
A silent message passes between us. There is no reason for me to clarify the words I gave my family. By wanting the tattoo, it shows my dedication to what we have. Twisted reality for some, a meaningful connection to both me and Falcon.
I couldn’t give a shit what others think, and I’ve seen crazy connections up close by members of the MCs I’m connected to. No one is perfect, no relationship is perfect. It’s all about your own values, priorities, and trust. And when it comes to Falcon? I know exactly what he stands for and his actions have shown he isn’t about making decisions for me or slapping a chain around my neck.
Hell, these last few days when he distanced himself from me clearly show his respect to my mindset. Instead of feeling suffocated I’ve felt lonely in my freedom. It puts a spotlight on the intense feeling I experienced during my time with Falcon.
This is what I want, what I crave, and what I need. Showing him, and myself by inking this visual reminder of what he represents for me is a mutual agreement between us. He slowly guides me to the chair and I sit down to watch Falcon get ready to ink the falcon on my chest.
The humming sound flows through the room while gooseflesh erupts all over my skin. There’s a smile on my face as I close my eyes and feel his touch as he rubs ointment onto my skin as he starts to ink me.
My whole body is charging with energy as the minutes pass. I open my eyes to watch Falcon work. The scars on his face pull together as the muscles in his jaw jump. He’s fully focused on his work and I’m pretty sure my panties are drenched by just looking at him.
The feathers inked on his face are a link to his name and the bird now branded on my sternum. It feels good to have this tattoo on my body, and having it done by the man himself adds more value to its meaning.
One final wipe and Falcon turns off the wireless tattoo gun. He places it on the small table beside the chair where the little ink cup is. He wipes my skin clean, and I glance down to watch his tattooed hand work.
“I love it,” I murmur, making our eyes collide.
A smile tugs at his lips and he hovers his fingertips above my new ink. He suddenly grabs the waist of my jeans and opens the button. The way he devoured me a few days ago, once with his mouth and twice with his cock, is a delicious reminder and all I need for my fingers to work fast.
I’m kicking off my shoes, and then my panties and jeans while Falcon also gets naked. I’m reaching for my bra when Falcon shoves my legs apart so he can straddle the chair. Glancing down, he aligns himself with my body.
My legs are thrown over his to spread me wide open. Fisting his cock, he lets himself slide through the drenched lips of my pussy. He slowly enters me as he reaches forward to grab the tattoo gun. The buzzing sound is in the air again as he dips it in ink.
Watching me closely he points at me with his other hand and then clenches his fingers into a fist to slam his own chest. The move is primal, and I can feel it in my bones. “Are you mine?” That’s what he’s asking me.
I brush my fingers over my name the rough man has inked above his dick and let him know, “I’m yours the way you are mine, Falcon.”
His hips thrust forward, filling me completely, then as he stays rooted, he starts to tattoo on my chest once more.