Chapter 30
Camo
W e have been back from Boston for two weeks now and it is time that I get my woman marked. That is why I dragged Skyla to Spirited Ink , the club's tattoo shop.
Things between us have been good. She made me wait before I got back into her body, and rightfully so, after the shit show I pulled. I think deep down, there was a point when I thought she would never forgive me.
I deserved it.
I know Skyla; she is strong and independent, it was what drew me to her in the first place. It is why my soul knows that she is perfect for me. it just took me losing her for me to see it.
Hurting her was never my intention, but my stubborn black heart got in the way.
Supernaturals go either way when they find their mates, some revolt, and turn away and be stubborn fucks like me, also Thorin, but most fall into the mating bond, they want the love, the constant feeling of respect and loyalty.
My own choices stem from seeing that love can be fucking painful, that is why I kept Skyla at arm’s length, but now I hate her being an inch away from me.
We all look at life differently, but at the end of the day, we do what is right for us, even if that means hurting someone along the way. But in time we all end up where we are supposed to be.
The familiar buzz of the tattoo gun fills the air as I recline in the chair, watching my girl watch as I have her name tattooed down my forearm by Rolley. He is a burly man with a fucking heart of gold, just like his Ol’ Lady.
“Are you sure you want to be tied to this ugly fuck?” he asks Skyla, who is sitting on a stool next to me.
She giggles, and the sound goes right to my balls.
Smiling at the bold fucker, she taps her finger against her chin, making out that she is thinking about his question.
“Oh burn, brother, she hesitated.”
Skyla looks to me, her eyes bright with mischief. I love that she gets along with my brothers. They love her just as much, and I know they would kick my ass if I hurt her again. Hell, I would kick my own ass if I ever hurt her, not that I ever plan on doing it again.
Lesson fucking learned.
“Camo is not ugly. Far from it. He may be a grouch from time to time, but I can handle him.” She winks at me.
“Oh, baby, you think I’m handsome.” I blow her a kiss, making her giggle again.
That is why I could never hurt her. Seeing her smile, being happy and fucking giggling makes all the bullshit that I did even more fucked up.
I saw how much it dimmed her shine, and I hated that I did that to her, so our future will be filled with bright smiles, lots of giggles, and fucking screams from the orgasms that I give her.
She pushes to her feet then leans down, giving me an ample view down her shirt of her tits that are encased in a blue lace bra.
“You are handsome.” Kiss. “And sexy.” Kiss. “And all mine.”
Fucking hell.
Her words go straight to my dick, making my bulge prominent for people to see.
“Okay, lovebirds, leave that shit for the bedroom where I do not have to see this fucker’s cock anymore.” Skyla pulls back, cocking a brow at me.
“Do not ask, baby. Weed and Fireball do not mix.”
“You will tell me one day.” She sits back down, watching Rolley finish up my ink.
I have her name in a sweet script, with a queen’s crown that sits on top of the ‘S’ of her name. I made sure to have her name front and center for all to see. Just like she will have her property tattoo on her body.
Skyla has chosen to have the club’s patch on her wrist, but she is having the bandana colored in pink, making it all girly and perfect for her. Winger agreed, and reached out to Big Daddy to confirm that it was okay for her to add in the color.
“Excuse me, I am sorry for jumping in, but aren’t you one of the owners of ‘Fit Tribe’ gym?” a young woman calls to us from the next chair where she is getting a new tattoo.
Skyla smiles at her, but I eye her cautiously.
“I am, yes. Do you have a membership there?” my woman asks.
“I do. I joined the self-defense and the spin classes.” She rolls her eyes. “They are killer but it will be worth it. I’m Emily, by the way.”
“It is nice to meet you, Emily. Now with some of the MC members helping out, we can offer more classes. I am so happy that what happened with me and one of my partners did not deter people from coming to us.”
“Oh, hell no. My girlfriend and I were just saying the other day that we should now more than ever be on our guard, because you never know when you could be assaulted. I am glad that you and your friend are okay, though.”
“Thank you.”
Skyla beams with pride and I can’t help but fall in love with her even more. Since she went back to work, I know that she has pushed to get more self-defense classes up and running.
Halen and Shift have joined in to help take some classes also, which has brought the women to the gym in droves.
Clark is almost back to full health, but I know that Halen is itching to get his hands on him, so we will see how long he holds out. The women talk for a short time, while Rolley finishes up my ink.
Hooking my finger through the loopholes of Skyla’s jeans, I pull her back to me, making her laugh.
“All done, baby; what do you think?” I hold my arm out for her to see.
“I love it, Reece. The crown is amazing.” Her lips touch mine, my hands going to her waist, pulling her into my lap.
I hear cat calls and cheering, and we smile against each other. Skyla has gotten used to my need for PDA; it is like I need everyone in the vicinity to know that she is mine.
“Your turn, babe.” Luckily for me as a supernatural, I heal quickly; plus, Halen will make sure that it heals fast.
Rolley adds a Dermaskin patch to my ink, to keep it protected until we get back to the clubhouse. Getting to my feet, I kiss my woman once more before she replaces me on the stool.
“I can’t believe I am finally getting a tattoo.” Her excitement shows in her voice, making me grin.
“They are addictive, sweet cheeks. Look at me. I started out with an eagle on my arm, and I am now covered over eighty percent of my body,” Rolley replies.
He is not lying; he is covered pretty much everywhere. I have even wondered if his dick is tattooed. That shit has got to hurt.
“I don’t mind. I kind of have a board on Pinterest of ones that I like. Maybe I could add another design to me today.” My head snaps in her direction, seeing her smiling coyly at me.
Leaning down, I rest my hands on the chair on either side of her hips. Her pupils dilate with me this close, her breath hitches. Biting her lips, I swoop in and lick her lips, making her gasp, before I slip my tongue into her mouth.
“What are you adding, baby?” My voice is low and just for her.
Licking her lips, she grins.
“I want your name on my ring finger, on my left hand.”
Well, fuck me sideways.
My cock stiffens into a lead pipe in my jeans at what she wants.
“You are making it really fucking hard to not take you right here and now, baby.”
Her teeth sink into her lip again, and I growl.
“After. You can take me anyway you want.”
“Damn, fucking right I will.”
She tells Rolley what she wants, and I know that I have to get the same as her. This time I make him use the same needle; knowing that we had a blood oath, he obliges us.
“I heard about Delaney leaving the club,” Rolley says out of the blue.
He is not a member of the club but a close friend, that is why he runs the tattoo shop, but he never wanted to wear the cut.
Skyla huffs, rolling her eyes.
“Stubborn bikers,” she murmurs.
I smirk at her antics, then bring her free hand to my mouth, kissing her knuckles.
“I heard that the reason behind her leaving was a certain bloodsucker,” he adds.
“Again, stubborn bikers. He freaking hurt her, Rolley. Said some horrible things to her, never defended her when a club girl attacked.”
My woman is feisty when one of her people is hurt and I fucking love it. Seeing her like this makes me realize that she will always have my back when shit hits the fan. But she will also be the one to make me calm down and see sense.
“He has lived a long time, sweet cheeks, maybe he knows that he is not right for her,” Rolley adds.
“They are fated mates. She was told, but he refused to see the connection, and is a dick to her. If I were her, I would just refuse the mating bond and be done with him.”
My woman’s words strike me in the chest. I look at her with narrowed eyes, not happy with what she just said.
“Oh, oh.”
Skyla looks to me, with a puzzled look on her face.
“Did you think about doing that to us?” I can’t keep the anger out of my tone.
Her eyes narrow at me, then they soften.
“No, Reece, the idea never entered my head. I love you, Reece, and I always will. What Thorin is doing is making sure that Delaney sees that he does not want her, but he is too much of a coward to sever their bond. He makes sure that she sees him feeding then fucking other women. That is messed up, if you ask me.”
I nod; she is right. My brother has made sure time and time again that while Delaney was working at the club, he would feed, then make a show of taking someone back to his room to fuck.
I have seen the pain on Delaney’s face too many times to count. Yet, when Delaney even looks at another brother, Thorin gets all growly and shit; he is more confused than I ever was with Skyla.
“He will come around. With her not around, he will see what he is missing.” I shrug.
“You do not honestly believe that, do you?” Skyla asks me, frowning.
“Fuck knows what he is thinking, baby, but he is an adult ten times over, so let the fucker be, and he will work his own shit out. Just do not let him hear about you maybe informing Delaney to cut their bond. I do not want to kill a brother for going after my Ol’ Lady.”
She huffs again, making me chuckle. I stand and inch closer, taking her face between my hands, looking her in the eye.
“I love you, and I promised that I will never let anything happen to you. That included being hurt by a brother. Now, just be my woman and let the men of the Kings deal with their own love lives, okay?” I kiss her, stealing her breath.
She moans into my mouth, my dick reacting to the sounds she is making.
“Fuckers are making me horny with all that kissing and moaning. Where the hell is my wife?” Rolley calls out the last part.
Skyla giggles, and I chuckle.
“Finish her ink up, brother. I need to get her home and I can bury myself deep inside of her for the rest of the day.” I wink at Skyla.
I hear a gasp and I look over to see Emily fanning herself.
“Lucky bitch.” She winks at my woman. “My husband needs a few pointers from you.”
We all laugh, and Rolley finishes up Skyla’s ink, then adds the little design to my hand. Once we are all done and covered up, we say our goodbyes, then I help my woman onto the back of my bike and take her to her place, where I fuck her against the wall, on the kitchen table, and in the bed.
Nothing fucking beats your woman coming all over your cock, screaming your name, and believe me, my woman likes to come and scream.
It is a good thing that I like her coming, squeezing my cock and screaming my name.