68. EPILOGUE
EPILOGUE
AXL: One month later
The needle hits her skin, and her cunt squeezes my cock so tight I can’t help but grind against her. I hold her hip with my free hand and thrust deeper, keeping her pinned to the table while the gun drags ink across her ribs.
“I’m going to tattoo your whole body if your pussy keeps taking my dick like that, baby.
” I wipe the excess ink and blood from the line I just pulled and lean back to check my work.
The first three letters sit clean over the raised edge of the scar.
It’s finally healed enough for me to cover it for her, and she didn’t want to wait.
“Please let me come.” She gasps when I roll my hips slowly, grinding my piercings in just the right spot.
“Not until this is done.” I bring the gun back to her skin and start the next letter.
Her fingers grip the edge of the table above her head, and her back arches off the table where I have her laid out in the penthouse.
I press my palm flat against her bare stomach and hold her down.
“I told you I’d make it feel good, little heathen. ”
Her ribs expand under my palm with every breath she fights to keep still, and my cock throbs inside her every time the needle makes her clench.
I set the gun down and lean over her body, dragging my tongue across her pierced nipple. She moans and bucks her hips, trying to fuck herself on my cock, but I’ve got her pinned, and she isn’t going anywhere.
“Did I say you could move?” I bite down on her nipple and she cries out, her back coming off the table. I suck the sting out of it while I reach for the gun again. “I’m not done with you.”
“Axl, please—”
“I love when you beg, baby. But this time, you’re going to wait.” I bring the needle back to her ribs and start the next line. Her whole body is shaking, and she’s so wet and tight, it’s painful not to fuck her. I thrust into her again and hold there while I continue with her tattoo.
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip and tears form in the corners of her eyes. I don’t know if it’s the needle or how badly she wants to come, but she’ll get off when I’m done.
I wipe the ink and check my work. There’s one letter left.
The scar is almost covered, and if I could take away all the memories and bullshit that happened to her along with it, I would.
I would carry it every fucking day for my girl.
But I’m thankful that the nightmares are gone.
Only time and giving my heathen what she needs will take care of the rest.
I press the needle to her skin for the last letter. She grips the table, and her cunt tightens again. Fuck, she’s perfect. When I’m finished, I wipe the excess ink one more time and set the gun on the table beside us.
Heathen.
My name for her covers every trace of what that dead fuck left on her body. Her ribs are red and swollen around the fresh ink, and it’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever put on her skin.
“It’s done, baby.” I run my thumb along the edge of the tattoo, careful not to press too hard on the fresh lines. She hisses, and I feel her clench around my cock again.
She lifts her head to look down at her ribs. “I love it. Thank you.”
“You can thank me for what comes next, little heathen.” I grip both of her hips and pull her harder onto me. Her head drops back against the table, and her mouth falls open. “You’ve been such a good fucking girl. Now I’m going to show you what it means to be mine.”
I pull back slowly and slam back into her hard enough that the table shifts beneath us. She screams my name, and her hands scramble for something to hold onto.
“That’s it.” I fuck her hard and fast, knowing that Crew is going to arrive any moment and I’m not stopping until I fill this cunt. “Come for me, baby. Give me what I fucking want.”
Her thighs grip my hips, and her whole body goes tight. She comes so hard her back lifts off the table, and I feel every pulse of it squeeze my cock. I don’t slow down. I fuck her through it until her moans turn into sobs.
I bury myself as deep as I can get and come inside her, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. My head drops forward, and I groan through it while her cunt milks every drop out of me.
I stay inside her. Both of us breathing hard. I press my lips to the fresh ink on her ribs, soft enough not to hurt, and her fingers slide into my hair.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Saylor.”
“I love you,” she sighs. She’s still catching her breath when a knock sounds at the door.
“I love you, little heathen.” I pull out of her slowly, and she whimpers at the loss. I grab the towel off the chair beside the table and clean myself up before tucking my dick back into my jeans.
I help her weak body sit up, grab the cotton sundress she was wearing, and slide it over her head. “No panties for you.” I place a quick kiss on her lips. “I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth while you play with your cum-soaked pussy as soon as Crew leaves.”
She grins at me and squeezes her thighs together. “Is that why you fucked me first? Did you need to make sure I know who I belong to when the guys are around?”
“There’s no chance you are going to forget who owns you, little heathen.” I grab her hips and lift her off the table, letting the dress fall down her body. I smack her ass. “Now be a good girl while I get your name tattooed on me.”
She’s shaky on her legs from the way I just fucked her. I kiss her forehead, then head to the door. I swing the door open, and Crew is leaning against the wall, his phone in his hand. He pockets it when he sees me.
“It’s about fucking time.” He pushes off the wall and walks past me into the room. His eyes move to Saylor, who has settled in on the couch with Betty in her lap. “I’m sure it was worth making me wait.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl, shoving his shoulder.
He’d better not be thinking anything about my girl.
I told her I was going to make her suck me off while Crew worked, but we both knew I was kidding about that.
I’d never let him watch her. Kase and him get off on that shit, but I don’t show off what’s mine.
“Hey, pretty girl,” he says to Saylor, winking at her. Fuck, he wants me to kill him. “I see Betty has settled in well.”
I grab the blanket from the back of the couch and toss it to her. She’s not wearing a bra, and he doesn’t need to see her hard nipples through the dress. She gets comfortable, adjusting her kitten so she’s on top of the blanket.
“She’s perfect,” Saylor replies, focused on her cat.
“You ready?” He asks, motioning for one of the chairs at the dining table.
I run my hands along my bare chest. I didn’t bother putting on a shirt since I knew I was just going to have to remove it. “I’ve been ready.”
Saylor drew her name on my chest again this morning so Crew could make sure it was done in her handwriting exactly where she wants it.
I’ve already talked to Crew about tattooing our wedding rings too.
The engagement ring that currently sits on her finger is to make sure every other fuck out there knows she’s taken, but the tattoos that will be beneath our rings will be just for us.
Crew snaps on his gloves and picks up the gun. “There’s no going back after this, dude.”
Saylor pulls the blanket tighter around herself on the couch, nuzzling Betty. “There was no going back once he tattooed his name on me. Twice.”
“Damn right.” I settle back in the chair as Crew positions himself and presses the needle to my chest. The buzz fills the room, and the sting hits my skin. I’ve been tattooed enough that I’m not bothered by the pain.
Crew inks the curve of the S first. His hands are steady, and his focus is on his work. He’s always been the best with a gun out of all of us, which is why he’s done all the ink on my body.
Saylor shifts on the couch and tucks her legs tighter beneath her. I catch her eye, and she gives me a sexy grin, and I’m already thinking about her lips wrapped around my dick.
“Did Dane tell you what this meeting next week is about?” Crew asks without looking up from the needle.
“Not yet.” I glance down at his work thus far. “Only what he told me in the hospital.”
The gun buzzes against my chest, and I glance at his face. He’s focused, like he has been since all this bullshit went down. Every time I’ve tried to corner him to get answers, he manages to have an excuse to leave. But right now he’s stuck.
“Tell me what Hawthorne said to you.”
His hand stills with the needle for a second. He glances at Saylor, then he continues. “If I wanted to talk about it, I would fucking talk about it.”
“Good thing I’m not asking.” I hold still so he doesn’t fuck up the line, but I keep my eyes on his face. “You’ve been dodging us all for weeks, Crew. It’s bullshit.”
He exhales hard through his nose, and the gun keeps moving. His jaw is set so tight I can see the muscle working under his skin.
Saylor is quiet on the couch. She doesn’t know what I’m pushing at, but she knows well enough to stay out of it.
“You can’t leave until my girl’s name is finished on my chest.” I try to lighten his mood. “So you might as well fucking talk.”
Crew wipes the ink and leans back to check his spacing, then comes back in for the next letter.
“I don’t know if it’s true yet.” He doesn’t stop working. “I’ve been looking into it.”
I wait, staring at him, expecting him to say more. “Tell me what it is and you know I’ll help you.”
He stops and turns the gun off. His hand drops to his knee, and he stares at the half-finished ink on my chest.
“I think my mom may be alive, Axl.” He runs one of his gloved hands through his hair. “That’s what he said. That my mom is alive and I’ll never fucking find her.”
I don’t know what I was expecting him to say, but it sure as fuck wasn’t that. He stares back at me, and I see the sadness there.
“But didn’t your father say she died? There was a funeral, right?” Crew was just a young boy when his mother died, and it was hard on him. I didn’t know him then, but he doesn’t like to talk about her.
Crew nods in response to my questions. “I’ve never had reason to question him. Or even look into the death certificate. But there’s something off about it. And now I think Hawthorne might’ve been telling the truth.”
I won’t say what I know we’re both thinking. If Hawthorne is right, there’s a good possibility we already know what kind of life Crew’s mother has had. And that might be worse than her having been dead all this time.
“Whatever it is, we’re going to figure it out.” I grip his shoulder. “You, me, Priest, and Kase. Same as always.”
Crew is quiet for a long time. He stares at the tattoo gun on his knee, and he’s deciding how much more he’s willing to give me right now. I’m not going to push harder. He told me, and that’s enough for now.
He clears his throat and snaps the gun back on. “Can we just finish your fucking tattoo?”
“You’re the one who stopped.” I lean back in the chair and rest my arms on the sides.
He brings the needle back to my skin, and the buzz fills the room again. Saylor is playing on her phone now, but I know she heard everything we said.
We don’t talk anymore, and Crew focuses on what he’s doing. A while later, he turns the gun off and it’s done.
My girl’s name is on my skin for the rest of my life. Right over my heart where her heathen ass has been living since the first time I saw her.
Saylor comes over to take a look over Crew’s shoulder.
“It’s perfect, Crew.” She says, giving him an approving grin.
“I’m glad you approve, pretty girl.” He removes his gloves and rises from his chair. “I’d offer to cover you in ink, but I know this bastard would kick my ass. Kase will probably never even shake your hand again.”
“That’s fucking right he won’t.” I pull Saylor back against me by her hip. “No one touches my girl.”
Crew laughs and shakes his head. I rise from my chair and pull him in for a man hug. “If she’s alive, we’ll find her, Crew.”
His jaw tightens. He doesn’t say anything back. He pats my back, and I let him go. “I’ll see you soon.”
I watch the door close behind him, knowing that whatever Dane wants to talk to us about is going to be big. This shit is far from over.
But I push all of that aside for now. I made a promise to my girl. Everything else is tomorrow’s problem.
I jerk Saylor to me and run my tongue along her jaw until I reach her ear. “Where are you supposed to be, little heathen?”
She giggles and tilts her head to give me better access. “Kneeling for my king.”
“Damn right you are.” I sink my fingers into her hair and pull her chin up higher. “So get on your fucking knees.”