12. Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Jokester – Three Weeks Later
Me: I have someone I want you to meet but you can’t tell anyone, not even Bullet and you can’t wear your cut. x
I slowly lick my bottom lip from side to side as I re-read the text five times, doubt filling me as I twist a little on my stool, using my legs to keep the motion from side to side. If I hit send, I’m letting part of my old world in with my new world. But, if I don’t hit send and Scarlett finds out from someone else that I’ve found the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with, something I know Essy will say is too soon to declare, she’ll have my fucking balls and I like my balls.
Groaning knowing it’s a no brainer, I quickly press the send button and fucking hope that I’m not making a mistake before throwing my phone onto the counter.
It’s been a month since I met Essy, a month I haven’t had contact with the club. Except Acid, because of the counter, not that he knows who it was for. I lied and said I broke it, and then there’s Bullet, who hasn’t allowed me to go silent on him but considering I have Levi and Hannah sometimes, I know I can’t go radio silent on him. Even though, some days I fucking wish I could.
The fucker continues to bring up my cut every chance he gets, and it’s getting old.
Sighing, I look at the time and shake my head. My client is an hour late for her appointment, which means as soon as she walks in here, I’ll be turning her away because I can’t fucking stand people taking up a spot and not giving me a heads up that they’re going to be late.
It’s just a waste of my time.
“Client Jo…. I mean Damian,” Tara, our receptionist, shouts, and I roll my eyes.
It’s been a month, you’d think people would be used to calling me my legal name by now.
A knock sounds at my open door, and frustration builds that Tara sent Michelle back here. Time and time again, I’ve told her not to send clients back if they’re late.
I sigh, “You are an hour late, turn around and fuck off.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not here for a tattoo then,” my mother replies, and I turn on my stool in shock.
Mama stands in the doorway, sadness etching her hazel eyes.
“Mama, is everything okay?” I ask with concern.
Normally, she doesn’t come here, instead, I’d get a call if there was a problem. Last I checked, she hates coming to the shop, and that is mainly because women throw themselves at the brothers every fucking day. One woman threw herself at Dad, and Mom nearly killed her, no lie. Hammer had to pull her off the woman she was strangling.
Mama shakes her head, puts her hands on her hips, and snaps, “No, everything is not okay. My son has blacklisted all of his family, and no one will tell me why,” I wince, not surprised Dad and Butcher have kept their mouths shut as to why I left. She continues, “Heck, that woman just called you your legal name, and you are not wearing your cut, a cut you worked your ass for. What is going on?”
“Mama,” I start, but she cuts me off and rants, “No, don’t tell me any lie that is about to come out of your mouth like your dad has done for the past month. My son hasn’t been home!”
Shit…
She points at me, “Growing up, you wanted nothing more than to become a brother. You lived and breathed the club, and suddenly, you’ve handed in your cut. You’ve cut everyone off. I don’t even recognize you anymore, and Bethany,” she shakes her head, “that girl is so heartbroken she’s fallen off the wagon. Louise found her sleeping with Stone for Christ's sake!”
I begin to zone out, not caring to hear this yet again, especially the crap about Bethany before shock takes over as I realize what she just said, and I stutter, “S-Stone, as in…”
Mama nods and finishes my words, “As in Caitlyn’s old man.”
I wince.
Fuck. Caitlyn will want her head. Stone will most likely be demoted from club tech, but that will be it, which is fucked up but Bethany, fuck… Caitlyn is going to kill her one way or another unless Stone can fix his fucking mess.
“Butcher managed to calm them down for now while Caitlyn is banned from the club until further notice. Whether she and Stone will stay together is uncertain," Mama says.
What a fucking shock that yet again Bethany gets to continue her shit while Caitlyn gets kicked from the club.
“Your dad mentioned you'll be home soon and that she'll be under control, but you are not home," Mama adds, and I scoff.
So they expect me to return to the club and want to pressure me to be with her even after I handed in my cut to prove I won’t do what they want.
Fucking idiots.
I shake my head and state, “Bethany and I will never happen again. I don’t love her, and I never have, fuck, I never even kissed her,” and Mama furrows her brows, “And as for the club, I’m not coming back and if you want to know why, go ask Dad and Butcher.”
Tears swim in my mother’s eyes, and I hate it, but I won’t take back my words. Enough is enough. Bethany had a weird obsession with me, and Butcher used that to get her under control without having to send her away or ban her from the club, fuck, even now, it’s Caitlyn suffering, not Bethany. All because everyone knows Caitlyn will kill her while tearing Stone’s dick off.
A knock sounds at my door before Michelle, the woman who is now an hour and a half late, saunters in, wearing a tiny dress and no bra.
Fuck’s sake.
I shake my head but use her as an excuse and say, “My next client is here, Mama. I’ll call you.”
Mama sniffles, looking like she wants to argue, but instead, she nods as she looks over me for a few seconds, seeing the coldness I’ve never shown her before, and then leaves without another word, and I swallow hard.
I hate disappointing her, but this isn’t about her or the club right now. This is about me reclaiming control of my life, and I feel like I’m finally getting there. If Bethany is going off the rails and using me as an excuse, that is down to Butcher for forcing me into a relationship with her to begin with and giving her an entitled attitude.
I never kissed her, let alone fucked her. Over the two years I was forced to be with her, I didn’t let her on the back of my bike or wear my cut just to claim her like Bullet did with Scar. Using me is just her way to try and get what she wants – my fucking patch back on my back and hers, so she can have some sway within the club knowing being the future president's sister, won’t get her far. Whereas being with the VP, she could try and sway through sex to get her own way.
“Hey baby,” Michelle sings songs as she looks me up and down as she bites her bottom lip, and I roll my eyes.
“You’re an hour and a half late, Michelle. You know my rules,” I state as I begin cleaning up my shit.
She was my last client, which would have taken a few hours, but now, I can pick my girl up and take her out instead of just calling her later, which appeals more to me than tatting Michelle.
Essy has spent most of her evenings on the phone with me even if we have just said goodnight after dinner, and Aiden as well, the little cutie that he is, but I want to change things up. I spoke to her dad about her staying at my place, and it wasn’t to get his permission. Essy is a grown-ass woman, but it was more to get his advice on how to convince her to stay without feeling guilty leaving her dad and Aiden and as he has said himself, she’s basically been a mom to her little brother over the years, the only female influence in his life so leaving him will be hard for her.
He told me to basically hold her hostage, so that is what I’ll be doing tonight.
“Oh, don’t be like that, baby,” Michelle says, reminding me she hasn’t fucked off and I huff.
Fuck’s sake.
“You can leave, Michelle,” I reply sternly before suddenly she’s in my space, and I narrow my eyes though she doesn’t deter, instead she whispers, “If you won’t tat me, then you can fuck me instead, my pussy is wet for you,” before she goes on her tiptoes and tries to kiss me but I quickly push her back before she can make contact making her tumble and I growl, “What the fuck,” as a throat clears in the doorway.
I glare at Michelle, who just grins, and I go to snap at the person in the doorway, only instead, I melt seeing a vision and fuck me, what a vision she is.
This is the first time I’ve seen her in a dress, and my cock likes what he sees as he perks up.
A light yellow dress with thin straps, it’s tight straight across her chest and flares out at her waist, just hitting her knees. I lick my bottom lip before biting it.
Months without sex, and I can definitely feel it right now, but only for this girl who has her brow raised, looking like the sassy girl I’ve come to fall in love with.
“Do you mind? You are interrupting us!” Michelle snaps, and I growl at her, not liking her tone with my girl. Essy ignores her completely and asks, “Do all your clients try and hit on you like this, or is this a one-off because a girl needs to be prepared?”
I grin at her words and shove past Michelle, who gasps in shock.
Of course, my angel didn’t combine two and two and make five. Instead, she made four and saw the situation for what it was, making her fucking perfect.
Any other woman would have run away.
I walk up to her and instantly cup her cheek when I’m close enough and lean down, gently pressing my lips against hers, and she melts as the bitch behind gasps, but we ignore her.
“Hey, baby,” I whisper as I break the kiss but don’t stand straight, needing my lips near hers.
She smiles as she fists my t-shirt and replies, “Hey, stranger…”
I grin and kiss her again as I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her tightly to me, but I don’t miss the pissed-off huff behind me.
“Michelle, I won’t repeat myself. You were late, so leave and find a new tattoo artist,” I growl against my girl’s lips, which curve as she wraps her arms around my waist, ensuring every inch of our bodies is touching.
I want her, and I want her now.
Michelle screeches when I don’t even turn towards her as I speak, making Essy raise a brow. I just grin and gently rub my nose against hers before I feel Michelle move past us and out the door, mumbling, “What a waste of a dress.”
“To what do I owe the pleasure, angel?” I ask with a murmur as I pull her into the room, then push the door shut and put her up against it.
Her beautiful brown eyes race between mine before she admits, “I wanted to ask a favor which I knew I could do by phone, but I missed you,” and I fucking melt.
She missed me…
Without a second thought, I slam my lips against hers, allowing my feelings to pour out of me with the admission, and she gasps, giving me the perfect opportunity to tangle my tongue with hers. I use it as she moves her arms from around my waist to around my neck, holding me close.
Groaning, I grip her ass and lift her, but instead of holding her up against the door like I want, I move towards the tattoo chair as her legs wrap around my waist.
Our kiss heats up as I lay her down on the chair, and I climb on with her, pressing my body tight against hers and keeping one hand on her juicy ass, I move the other between us, finding her panties instantly, moaning at how wet they are.
Not giving a shit, I grip them and pull them hard, tearing them, and Essy gasps against my mouth but doesn’t stop the kiss. If anything, she kisses me harder, making my dick twitch.
She wants this just as much as me.
Quickly, I undo the button on my jeans and undo the zipper, cold air hitting my rock-hard cock, wanting her heat, heat I know I’ll forever want to live in.
I pull it out of its confines and place it at her entrance and break the kiss before placing my forehead against hers, breathing hard, and we lock eyes.
She nods, answering my silent question, and slowly, so very fucking slowly, so I don’t come like a teenager, I push inside her as I place both my hands on her tight ass, squeezing it as she wraps her legs around my waist.
Fuck me she is tight, so very fucking tight.
Her walls grip me instantly, I groan as she moans before I bottom out.
“Okay, you are definitely big,” she gasps as she wiggles a little to get used to my size. I chuckle, making her grin before she leans up and kisses me. I kiss her back with just as much passion while moving my hips back, then thrusting forward slowly but bottoming hard. She moans, tightening her legs around my waist, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Oh fuck yes!
I don’t go quicker, even as her walls begin to flutter five minutes later, wanting to make love. Still, I do tilt my hips, hitting her magic spot, making her break the kiss and throw her head back and gasp as her walls squeeze me tightly. I put my face into the crook of her neck and gently bite as her orgasm washes over her and wetness spreads between us.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My spine tingles and just as I’m ready to blow, I remember I’ve gone in bare as my balls tighten. I quickly pull out and grab my dick and squeeze, just catching the cum in my hand, not wanting it to ruin her dress as I moan.
Fuck, I’ve never come so quick in my life.
Essy breathes hard, and I quickly lean over and grab a rag, wiping the cum off, then put my hands back on her ass and my face into the crook of her neck as my half-mast cock lays between her pussy lips.
“I think I’m going to be living inside you, angel,” I mutter, and she snorts, “A here all I was going to ask is if you can tattoo me.”
I smile before gently kissing her neck, then I run my lips against her jaw before our lips meet in a quick kiss, and I murmur, “Anything for you,” meaning every word.
I’ll give her the world if that is what she wants because this girl is slowly becoming my everything.