Forty-Six
I couldn’t believe I was part of a fucking old lady ceremony, because that meant that someone was dumb enough to choose me as her fucking lifelong partner. More than that, did I ever imagine that the fucking hot doc, who blew me off not so long ago, would end up being the woman who accepted being stuck with me?
“Torch? Will you please unclench your fists? This is supposed to be a happy occasion,” Grace said, stopping me at the door to my room. Fuck. I grabbed her, pushing her against the door, and trapping her with my body.
“Are you really fucking sure about this, babe? There’s no going back after this. This isn’t like an engagement ring or a wedding ring. It’s more permanent than that. You’re committing to me, and the club. We’re a package deal.” Why was I offering her an out? Lock it down, for fuck’s sake.
“Seriously? And miss out on this?” She thrust her hips against mine, and gave me a fucking semi in an instant. Yeah, I had to lock this down, because I couldn’t live without this woman.
“I’m giving you this one last chance, babe, because once this is done, you’re mine forever, and the only way you escape me is if I die. Even then, I’ll fucking follow you around as a ghost, and kill every man who even looks at you. Or I’ll possess them, so I can fuck you, you get my point.”
“Wow, caveman mode activated again. Torch, this is what I want, so please relax, but bear this in mind… you’re tying yourself to me too. That means putting up with the hours I work, how tired I’ll be sometimes, how I need things tidy, and organised, and not messy. You’re signing up to all of that. Are you sure about me?”
I tightened my grip on her upper arms, and rested my forehead against hers, sharing our air, because that way I know she’s inside me too.
“I’m more worried about locking you down, before you realise how much better you can do, babe. I’m just a fucking meathead biker, and let’s be honest, you’re classy. You live a posh life in a posh house, with-”
“Say posh one more time, and I’ll insert my knee right here,” Grace said, as her hand eased over my junk. Well, that shut me up fast as hell, right?
“I just can’t believe you want this, babe. How can you want this?”
Grace sighed, relaxing against the door once more, her fingers sliding over my cheek, and settling on my shoulder.
“Because I’ve never been happier, never felt safer, or more like I’m in the right place, and because I’ve never trusted a man more than I trust you. I’ve been burned in the past. I’ve made mistakes, and trusted the wrong people, but I finally know I’m trusting the right person. So can we get on with this, before I lose my nerve about this tattoo? That’s still the only bit that’s making me nervous, do you hear me? The ONLY bit.”
“What about the celebratory ass-fucking that comes after?”
She squeezed her eyes closed, her breath stuttering briefly.
“We don’t have to do that part, Torch.”
I chuckled, taking that mouth, because the whole time we were looking at each other, I just wanted to taste her.
“Babe, you’ll love it, I promise. I’m really fucking good at the sex, haven’t you noticed?”
She giggled then. “No complaints here. What if the buttsex waits, until we can get a strap-on?”
“You wanna fuck me in the ass, baby? Not sure that’s exactly what I was hoping for.”
“You said once that you’d bend over and take it, or something like that. You wanted me to dominate you.”
Fuck, she’s not wrong, is she?
“Yeah, but that was before I realised what you needed from me, and it’s not that. You need to be owned, used, and degraded, and I fucking love giving you that.”
She shuddered, uttering a surprised squeak, when I moved my hands to her tits, and pinched both of her nipples in a tight grip.
“You saying you don’t want the rough fucking I can give ya, babe? You know I’ll always leave you satisfied, and fucking exhausted, physically and mentally.”
“God, yes,” she whispered, arching her back to offer me her tits, like I didn’t already have them in a firm grip. A fist banged on my door then, and we both jumped out of our skin. Fuck. We’re meant to be somewhere, right?
“We’re all waiting for you, asshole.”
I guess it was time to go tie this woman to me for the rest of our fucking lives, and I couldn’t wait a second longer.
“Let’s do this, so we can get to the ass portion of the night.”
Grace
I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but this wasn’t anything like it. After a brief ‘speech’ by Reacher, who’d not long retrieved Ally from the hospital, and wouldn’t let go of her for a single second, it was straight to the tattooing.
Has-Been was first, since he was doing his old lady’s after, so we had plenty of time to kill, and Torch spent that time doing his best to wind me up sexually, while we waited for our turn. The buzz of the tattoo gun was freaking me out, so I think he was using that as an excuse for his behaviour, like he was trying to distract me, but eventually, I grabbed his hand, which kept snaking under the table, while we chatted with two of his brothers, and squeezed it, digging my fingernails into his skin.
He groaned beside me, leaning close to whisper in my ear.
“If you think that’ll put me off, you really don’t get me, babe. I wanna fuck you right now. You wouldn’t believe how hard I am for you, babe. Should I shove you down on your knees, and make you suck me while they talk to me?” Oh god. That shouldn’t be a turn on, because the humiliation of doing that in front of anyone would be too much, wouldn’t it?
“Jesus, Torch, are you rubbing one out while you talk to me? Not cool, man,” Ryder said, getting up and walking away, shaking his head. Stag, the other biker they’d been chatting too, seemed unconcerned about it, but I knew I was blushing like mad right now, and it wasn’t even because they thought I was doing anything. I was the innocent one here, wasn’t I?
“I’m just saying, with you guys all pairing off, it’s really changing the atmosphere in here, man. I can’t just talk about whipping my dick out anymore.” Torch nearly inhaled the mouthful of beer he’d just swallowed, and I slapped his back, while I glared at the other biker.
“What? This is what I’m saying, darlin’. We used to be all men in here, apart from the occasional club girl, but now it’s full of old ladies innit. Suddenly gotta watch our manners and shit.”
“Grace isn’t a prude, man. Just keep your dick in your pants, and you can keep it,” Torch assured him, pouting at me as I got up from the table.
“I’m not offended. I just wanted to see how the tattoos are going. Has is doing Elise’s now.”
I headed over there, and watched, as he permanently etched his name into her skin, her teeth gritting now and then against the pain. I took her hand for a moment, squeezing it gently.
“How does it feel?”
Rocket stepped up beside me.
“Everyone’s pain threshold is different, doc, you know that.”
“I know. I just want this over with, so I can just be at the ‘already tattooed phase’.”
He pouted, almost just like Torch had, and I couldn’t help grinning at him.
“What?”
“It’s art, doc. It’s about creating a thing of beauty, that’ll last for decades. You can’t rush that stuff, but you’ll be proudly wearing that asshole’s name very soon.”
“You flirting with my girl, man?” Torch appeared behind me, his arms draping over me again, exactly like he did last time. We both tensed for a moment, waiting for Rocket’s response, because would he take it in the manner Torch had intended?
“Don’t worry, man. I know what a catch I am, so I won’t steal your lady. Keep telling you fuckers I have a lady too. Do you want me to start on Grace’s, while you wait for laughing boy there?” I bristled a little, at the fact that he was asking Torch instead of me, but I pushed that back, turning to nod at Torch, because the sooner it was done, the better.
Less than five minutes later, I was seated, with my upper thigh exposed. I’d agonised over where to have the tattoo, but after talking it over with Torch, we’d vetoed a few ideas, either because he felt I should be able to see it, or because he knew it’d hurt more in those places. The thigh is mostly fatty tissue, so less likely to hurt than right over a bone. I didn’t realise these were even considerations for tattoos, but now I knew better.
As the tattoo gun buzzed to life, and Rocket leaned over to start, I grabbed Torch’s hand and squeezed it tightly.
“Jesus, babe, that’s my fingering hand, go easy.” Rocket groaned and rolled his eyes, pausing to look at me.
“You’re sure this is the guy you want? Last chance to back out.”
“Oi, fucker, shut the hell up and get inking.”
I grinned, and then winced at the first touch of the tattoo needle.
“Gonna have to keep still, babe.”
“Call her babe again, and I’ll break your tattooing arm.”
“Well, mind you don’t hurt your fucking fingering hand in the process,” Rocket replied, getting down to inking me permanently, with the name of the man I loved.