Thirty-Nine
I t felt good to see my wife, my future old lady, and my sister getting on so well, their heads together as they chatted like old friends. I’d worried they wouldn’t get on, and there they were, proving me wrong already.
Everything was coming together, and for the first time in so fucking long I felt settled, and relaxed, happy. That was it. I was happy.
“That Elise bird, she’s fucking fit though, right? You see those perfect tits?”
I turned and caught Micro looking at Elise, and lost my shit.
“That’s my fucking sister, asshole!” I threw a punch, and he returned it, and then we were being pulled apart by several club members, while I jabbed a finger at Micro.
“You don’t even fucking look at her, you hear me? She’s too fucking good for the likes of you!”
Micro smirked, shaking free of the guys holding him.
“It was a simple comment, VP. Wasn’t meant to rile you up, but I’m thinking you’re harbouring resentment after the vote, so why don’t you say what you’re really thinking?”
It wasn’t the place for that, and I wasn’t about to indulge the fucker.
“What I’m really thinking is that if one member of this club so much as looks at my sister, I’m gonna send him up to the doc with his balls in a fucking paper bag. Got it?” Ouch. Why did I go for the balls? It was like I wanted to torture myself, right?
I meant it though, every fucking word. She wasn’t meant for some biker asshole like me. She was worth a million of these guys. I loved them, but she was gonna be a fucking lawyer, and have a normal, lawful fucking life. Not be some biker’s old lady.
Jesus. I’m denouncing them like they’re worthless, and not good enough for Elise, and yet somehow I think I’m good enough for Camille? She hurried over and dragged me away from the others.
“What’s going on? You upset her, dammit.”
I looked over her shoulder at the empty table.
“Jesus. I didn’t mean to. I just don’t like them talking about her. It’s not right.”
Camille sighed, leading me further away from the others.
“You can’t do the caveman thing with her, Stitch. If she falls for one of your brothers, men you love , by the way, it’s not your place to get in the way of that.”
I turned her around so I could glare at the room in general.
“Which one of them is sniffing around her? You know something, don’t you?”
She rolled her eyes. “No, dammit. What I’m saying is that she makes her own decisions, and who she falls in love with, club member or not, it’s her business.”
“Not one of these guys. Hell no.”
My wife stepped back. “So you’re saying a man like you isn’t good enough for her? Even though you’re good enough for me?”
Well, hell. Now I’m in the shit.
“Babe, I’m not trying to be a dick, it’s just I know the sort of shit these assholes are into, and I don’t want them doing that stuff to my baby sister. Surely you can understand that? Sexual deviance is kinda how we all roll around here. She deserves more.”
“And I don’t?” Fuck me. Someone take this damn shovel off me before I bury myself.
“Babe, you love the deviant shit I do to you. Don’t try and pretend otherwise.” I leaned closer, and that’s when someone yelled my name.
“What!”
Rocket held his hands up.
“Whenever you’re ready, VP.” Oh shit. I apologised, and congratulated Reacher and Ally, and stepped up to our tattooists.
“Who’s sitting where?” Rocket asked, and I smirked, guiding Camille into his seat and taking Has-Been’s seat for myself. Her glare could have cut glass. She said she barely knew Rocket, but that was how I wanted it. If she was comfy with Has, I wanted his hands nowhere fucking near her.
“Where am I sticking it?” He asked with a smirk, the cheeky fucker.
“You wish. Right here.” I shrugged off my cut, and folded it on my lap, and lifted my t-shirt off. I wanted her name right on my fucking chest where it belonged.
He nodded, and prepped his tattoo gun.
“I was hoping to do Cammy’s actually.”
I reached forward, grabbing a handful of his cut, just about ready to punch his fucking lights out.
“What the actual fuck?”
He rolled his eyes and shoved me back.
“I wanted to do a stitching design around her tat, brother, that’s all. I’ve already done the club member version once today. I was looking forward to the variety of doing something different.”
Despite my frustration, his words made sense. It probably got boring doing the same shit twice, but it didn’t mean that I’d let him touch her for a tattoo, or otherwise.
“Why don’t you add the silhouette of a dog, just off the side?”
“A fucking dog? You don’t have a fucking dog. What the hell for?”
I shot Camille a sly wink.
“It’s a private joke.” She frowned at me for a moment, then her mouth dropped open and she slapped at my arm.
“Don’t you bloody dare! I’m still dying of shame.”
“I don’t want to know, brother. Never tell me.”
Cammy
I guess I’d have to get used to the caveman thing, because if he was going to be like this every time we were around his brothers, it was going to be a regular thing.
Yes, I’d wanted Has-Been to do my tattoo, because his work on Lissa’s was stunning, but Rocket was doing a lovely job of my tat, even though it hurt like a bitch.
Has said Lissa had struggled to stay still, and it made perfect sense to me now. The tattoo wasn’t exactly small, and I was stretched in an awkward position to give him access to my hip.
“Asshole thinks I can’t make a tat pretty or some shit,” Rocket muttered, making me smile.
“As if he’s the only one who thought of adding fucking stitches…”
Has was too absorbed in what he was doing to respond, but I knew he heard him, because he smirked in response. Stitch looked like he wasn’t having a design painfully etched into his body, sipping calmly from his beer, and winking at me every time I looked at him.
“Loving my fucking name on you, babe. Right where uh…” He trailed off, but we both knew what he was referring to, and there was no way I wanted Rocket to know what had been covering my skin before we came down to the party.
“Shut it. Why aren’t you in pain, you twisted bastard?”
“It’s nothing. A little tickle, that’s all.”
“Remind me to tickle you later then.”
He laughed, beckoning at me cheekily.
“Bring it, babe.”
The party was going on around us, and everyone seemed happy and relaxed, especially Reacher and Alicia, who looked like they were top of the world. How the hell had anyone in this club decided they didn’t deserve this? Assholes.
“Hey,” I leaned closer to Stitch, and Rocket cursed.
“Stay still, love, you don’t want me to make a mess of this. It’s kinda permanent, yeah?”
I held up a hand. “Sorry. Can I just move a bit? My other hip’s going to sleep.” Rocket nodded, lifting his arms, and letting me settle again. “Thanks.”
Stitch gestured at Has-Been to stop too, and moved closer to me, before he let him continue.
“What’s up, babe?”
“Was there any opposition to me being your old lady?” I heard vague sounds from both Rocket and Has-Been, but I kept my focus on Stitch, because he looked pissed.
“Just a couple of assholes who I think have a problem with old ladies in general. Nothing to worry about.”
“If someone doesn’t like me, I should know, right? What if I rely on them for something and they don’t help me?”
Stitch let out a low growl.
“No fucker in this club would ever mistreat an old lady, got it? Anyone does, you come to me.”
“I think Micro’s just jealous,” Has-Been muttered.
“Micro? Why’s he called that?”
They all started chuckling, and side-eying each other.
“Why d’ya think?”
“He’s the one you punched earlier, right?”
Stitch looked pissed again all of a sudden.
“Yeah, he was making lewd comments about my sister. Ow, fuck, Has!” Has-Been cursed, and dabbed at the blood he’d just drawn.
“Sorry, man. Look, I need five minutes. I’m cramping up.” He shoved the kit aside, and got up, striding away as he removed his surgical gloves.
“What a pussy. Don’t see me cramping, and I’ve been working as long as him,” Rocket murmured. Neither of them knew the real reason why Has had to suddenly take a break, but I thought I did.
“Actually, is this a good time for me to take a pee break? Beer makes me pee.”
Rocket grimaced, and backed up.
“Yeah, go for it. I’ll grab some water while you’re gone.”
Stitch caught my hand. “You’re okay?”
“Yeah, and I’ll be even better when I’m not leaning on a full bladder.”
I hurried down the hallway, stopping when I reached the door for the bathroom, because I could hear talking. Has-Been and Elise. Was it snooping to move closer and listen? Yeah of course it was, but I wanted to make sure she was alright.
“Just leave me alone, okay?”
“Has he fucking hit on you, darlin’?”
I leaned closer, ready to jump in if he was upsetting her.
“NO! Okay? No, nobody hits on me, because I’m so fucking average that nobody even looks twice, isn’t that right?”
Has-Been cursed. “You know that’s not true, babe, you’re fucking stunning.”
“But you don’t want me.”
A frustrated growl was the next sound, followed by Has-Been speaking again.
“That’s not fucking true either, but you heard him. I go near you, and I’m dead.”
“Well, as long as you get to stay alive, I’ll just stay alone, right?”
He muttered something, and then they were quiet. Too quiet? I risked a peek and saw Elise crushed against Has-Been’s chest, their mouths practically fused together. It was actually really sweet, but so very dangerous, if anyone saw them.
I backed up and headed for the bathroom before I got them caught by a member of the club.
Stitch
C amille was gone a hell of a long time, in fact, I was about to go and find her when Has returned, and slipped a fresh pair of gloves on. I don’t know what the fuck he spent his break doing, but he looked frustrated.
“You okay, brother?”
He nodded, sitting down and getting back to work again.
“Sorry for drawing blood there.”
I shrugged. “Shit happens. It’s looking awesome though, man. Never thought I’d wear one of these.”
He shot me a brief and unexpected glare, then nodded.
“Yeah, some of us don’t get to do this, but I’m happy for you guys.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? ”
He shrugged, forcing a grin.
“Not all marriage material, I guess. Ignore me, I’m tired.”
I saw Camille walking back in at last, and thank fuck, because she’d been gone ages.
“Brother, have you had more internet problems or something?”
Has shot me another glare. “Contrary to what you believe, my cock isn’t always on the fucking web, okay?”
Wow. I let him finish the rest of my tat in silence, because something was bothering him, and I seemed to be making it worse every time I opened my damn mouth.
We partied after our tats were done, and then it was time to take my lady back to my room, to consummate our fucking connection. I know we’d literally just come back from our honeymoon, but seriously, it was a monumental occasion, and deserved to be celebrated.
When we reached my room, I half expected to find Elise in there, but it was empty.
“I thought she’d be here.”
“You storing your other old lady in here, Stitch? I’m not the sharing kind, remember?” Camille giggled, and tripped over her own feet as she came at me.
“Wife, you’re one wasted old lady. Sit down before you fall.” I guided her onto the bed, and dug my phone out, sending a quick text to Elise. Surely she didn’t go home during the party, but was it any better if she’d stayed? She wasn’t in my fucking room, so was she shacked up with someone?
“Stitch? I’m nakey…” I turned to see a naked Camille trying to crawl seductively across the bed, before she faceplanted and started giggling. I was loving drunk Camille, but even in my own wasted state, I was worried about my sister.
“Did Elise seem okay earlier?”
Camille mumbled something I could barely understand, with her face still buried in the bedding. I reached over and slapped her bare ass.
“ Hey! Actually, wait, do that again.”
“Babe, I’m serious. Did Elise say she was leaving?”
She giggled again, rubbing her face against the bedding.
“She’s… she… was fine when I saw her. Oh yeah…” She started giggling again, slipping her hand underneath her and letting out a soft moan .
“Do it myself… hubby old man too distracted…”
I slapped her ass again.
“I’ll show you too distracted.”
She’d be fine, right? Everyone kept telling me she was a grown woman, so she’d be fine.
I stripped and climbed up on top of my wife, easing my hard dick inside her from behind, and that’s when she yelped, and rocked onto her side, shoving me away as she moved.
What the fuck? I moved and she rolled over onto her back, smoothing the patch over her new tattoo. Damn.
“Sorry babe, I forgot. You okay?”
She nodded, dragging me back down on top of her.
“Gimme that big cock, husband man.”
Drunk Camille was horny as fuck, and I wasn’t about to let her down, sliding back inside her, and fucking her good and hard, the way she loved it. She was mine, and now I’d really staked my claim. My ring on her finger, and my fucking name on her body. Nobody could take her from me now.