Chapter 28 #2
“Do we have some way for Marie to get tattooed without being exposed to the room?” Wilder grumbles, coming around the couch to sit beside me.
“I bought a partition,” Burner says. “Not that anyone would look, but this will give her some privacy.”
“Thank you,” I say, watching as he begins to clean and shave the area he’ll be preparing.
The guys all grab drinks and begin telling me about some of their adventures. I hide my face as I hear how Vik got his knot stuck in someone, and he closed the bar down hiding in the bathroom until it softened.
“Ugh,” I say, unable to help laughing. “What did the woman do?”
“She was pissed,” he said. “Apparently I was her walk on the wild side, and it didn’t go the way she expected.”
I shake my head in amusement as they continue to tell me stories, the sound of the tattoo gun fading into the background as I listen to them.
Storm and Ransom walk into the clubhouse after two hours of us talking, and I glance over in curiosity.
“Hey,” I say, relaxed and comfortable on the couch.
“Hey yourself,” Storm says, chuckling. “Are the guys keeping you company?”
“They’re telling me all kinds of shit they probably shouldn’t,” I giggle happily. “I fucking love it.”
“Ugh, they’re always telling you ridiculous shit,” he groans.
“What took you so long?” I ask.
“We’re out in the boonies,” Ransom sighs. “It takes forever to get anywhere from here, even though the privacy is nice. I got the call that your jacket was ready with your patch.”
My eyes light up at that. My leather jacket disappeared after the accident, and I started wearing one of Ransom’s instead since I’m not riding a motorcycle anytime soon. It’s snowing again, and the world is covered in a white blanket.
“Are you going to show her or tease her with it?” Arsenal asks, rolling his eyes.
“Shit, sorry,” Storm says, opening the bag that Ransom is holding. He lifts the heavy jacket, and holds it so I can see the back of it.
I can’t help the wide smile on my face, as it says Property Of Pack Thunder across it. It’s done in the same watercolors as our tattoo, and I glance at Burner, who is doing a very good job of ignoring us.
“I see you, Burner!”
“Lalala, I’m working here, Marie!” he yells back at me, making me laugh.
There’s a very full feeling inside of me that’s definitely not gas, and I’m drawn back to the jacket with awe.
“It’s perfect,” I whisper, my lips trembling.
“Any more crying and I’m going to have to pump you full of water to rehydrate you,” Wilder says, kissing my hair. “We want to give you everything, Marie. It’s what you deserve. No holding back.”
“Pregnancy hormones are the worst,” I grumble, flicking away a tear.
“I’ll get another bottle of water for her,” Arsenal chuckles, getting up. “We all need a refill anyway.”
“I need you to pee before you get on my table, Marie,” Burner says, wiping Lore’s skin clean. “I’m going to take a break in about a half hour so I can get you started. I think you should have a snack between now and then.”
“Yes, sir,” I sigh, glancing at Wilder. “Is there anything to eat here, or are they all surviving on alcohol?”
“We do eat,” Vik reminds me, chuckling. “We did a food run this morning. We haven’t had much time to settle in, but we have the essentials.”
“Most of us are planning to take a couple of weeks to hang out here,” Burner adds. “We completed a bunch of runs, and are good to go for now.”
“It all went well?” I ask.
“Especially since the Marauders were wiped off the face of the earth,” he says. “The snow is getting heavier and it’s not safe to ride right now. You’re stuck with us for a while, Little Queen. Hope you’re ready for that.”
“Oh no,” I laugh.
Wilder gets up, hiding a smile to walk back to the kitchen to make me a snack, and Storm and Ransom steal his place.
“Work has been pretty solid,” Lore grunts from the table. “We could all take the fucking winter off and be fine for cash flow.”
“Ugh, that’s a lot of fucking down time,” Arsenal groans. “We can get into a lot of trouble that way.”
“Please feel free to do that while I take Marie on vacation with my pack,” Lore mumbles.
“Hush, Prez. No more talking,” Burner complains.
Wilder makes me an omelette as my lunch since the hours have been flying by, and half an hour later I’ve eaten and gone to the restroom. Burner sets up the partition, and the guys close all of the doors so I won’t get cold. They really do take great care of me.
Taking off my shirt and bra, I climb onto the table and lay down. I’m really glad I’m not showing yet. It would be harder to do this later in pregnancy, and I’d probably need a pillow under my stomach or a special chair so I can sit up.
“All good, Princess?” Lore asks, sitting next to me.
“Are you going to stay with me?” I ask softly, starting to feel nervous.
“Absolutely. Storm, Wilder, and Ransom are going to go do some actual food shopping, and they’re worried about how they’ll handle your pain,” he explains. “If you need a distraction, I have a plan. Though, it’s not my fault if one of those idiots nuts in their pants at the store.”
“You can’t give me an orgasm during a tattoo,” I laugh. When Lore doesn’t even smirk, my eyes widen. “Lore!”
I’m wearing a pair of comfortable drawstring pants because I knew I’d be at the clubhouse for most of the day.
“If I want to make you come, I will, and Burner will completely ignore it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Burner says, coming over to sit. He pops in earphones and begins to talk me through what to expect, while I nod. Once I’m prepped, he turns on the machine and I close my eyes as I feel the first pinch of pain.
Surprisingly, it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought until one specific place nearer my spine. Tears begin to slide down my cheeks as I breathe shallowly, and I feel Lore’s hand as his thumb rubs the base of my spine.
“This part gets a little rough,” Burner mutters under his breath. “Sorry about that.”
Lore’s hand slides underneath the waistband of my pants and panties, and his fingers glide between my lower lips.
“Pain and pleasure are intimately connected,” Lore rumbles, finding that I’m wet. I was hoping to avoid anyone discovering that I’m aroused, but with alphas, that’s fucking impossible.
“It’s totally normal, Little Queen. I’m just trying not to get shot. Please don’t take this personally,” Burner says, pulling up a neck gaiter to block the scent of my slick.
“Kill me,” I groan. “Ohh.”
“This would be a good time for you to put your music on,” Lore tells Burner.
Pressing a button on his earphones, Burner bobs his head to show it’s done.
“Relax, Princess. No one is going to say shit about you having an orgasm during a tattoo.”
If anything, the rest of the room on the other side of the partition gets louder, and music is blasted to drown out any sounds coming from me.
“Did you plan this too?” I ask, smiling.
“Planning is what I do,” Lore says, pushing his thick fingers inside my cunt. “Now relax and don’t squirm, baby.”
Laying my head back down, I turn away from Burner so he won’t be able to see my face. He continues the tattoo free hand, and I focus on Lore’s fingers as he languidly pumps them in and out of my cunt. I can hear my slick as I get even wetter, and my breathing gets a little heavier.
The combination of pain and pleasure helps me float just above the point of the tattoo being intolerable, and I moan when Lore flicks my clit to change things up.
“Should I keep going? The outline is done, Prez,” Burner says.
There’s no sound from my alpha, but I assume he told him to keep going because I can hear Burner changing something out on his gun. Turning my head, I realize he’s switching to color, and I raise my brow in surprise.
“You’re doing really well,” Burner grunts. “I’m gonna keep going until Lore or I think you’re done.”
Nodding, I lay back down, gasping as I feel Lore pull my pants down.
“Lore help me, because the Lord sure as fuck won’t,” Burner breathes.
“Keep your eyes where they’re supposed to be, and we’ll be just fine,” Lore grunts.
His hands spread my ass cheeks wide, and I whimper as I’m now naked on the fucking table. Burner begins again, and I hiss in pain. The break kind of reset my pain receptors in a way, and now I feel everything sharper.
A warm, wet tongue drags up my arousal, and I moan at the feeling of it.
“Good girl. No one can hear you, Princess. Lay still and let me take care of you.”
Lore eats me out as I get my tattoo, keeping me on the edge while Burner works. He won’t let me come, but everything he’s doing feels really fucking good. It wraps me in a cocoon of sorts between two extreme sensations, and time no longer exists.
I’m barely conscious as Burner begins to clean my skin, and I feel him spread something over the tattoo before he gets up and leaves.
“You’re all done,” Lore says in my ear. My pants are still on the floor, and I’m pretty sure Burner is going to have to burn this table. “I’ll sanitize it, he’ll be fine, Princess. Do you want to see the tattoo? I’ll clean you up first. Let me grab tissues.”
“I want to see it,” I say sleepily.
“I can’t believe you almost fell asleep on the table. You’re a natural for ink, Marie.”
Lore cleans up the mess of slick between my thighs, and helps me slowly sit up. He holds my panties and pants steady so I can step into them, and he sighs when he realizes there’s not a mirror anywhere.
“I’ll take a photo of your back so you can see,” he says. “Don’t get up without me, please. I don’t want you to get dizzy.”
“What time is it?” I ask, yawning.
“Late,” he says. “It’s after ten, Marie.”
“No way,” I deny, staying seated so he can take the photo.
“Yes,” he chuckles, leaning over me to show me the photo.
My jaw drops as I see the tattoo is completed, and Burner added a couple of purple and pink watercolor butterflies to it too.
“It’s amazing,” I whisper. “This…oh my god.”
“Prez! Can we see, or are you going to stab our eyes out?” Arsenal asks.
“Give her a minute, and I’ll bring her out,” Lore says when I nod. I’ll just wrap my arm around my front or use my t-shirt. It’s not a big deal.
Lore cleans the leather of the table vigorously with alcohol, and my nose wrinkles at the smell. I feel a little better knowing that at least it’s completely clean now.
“You’re not going to want anything tight on your back, baby. I’ll give you my sweatshirt after you show them the tattoo,” he says, helping me hop off the table. Picking up my shirt, I hold it against my chest, and Lore offers me water.
I guzzle it down since apparently I’ve been laying for hours, and hand him back the empty bottle.
“Wilder is keeping dinner warm for you,” he says, guiding my arm through his to hold onto as we walk.
“It feels like I blinked and the day disappeared,” I explain, keeping the t-shirt against the front of my body.
“We’re coming out!” Lore yells, smirking as the music cuts off.
“I would have already tapped out,” Vik says, watching as I walk out from behind the partition. “You’re a fucking rockstar.”
Burner is sucking down a beer as if it’s paying him for the privilege, and I feel myself blush all over my body.
“No one heard, saw, or smelled shit,” Wilder says, a plate already in his hand for me.
“Nope,” Burner says, coming up for air dramatically. “Not a damn thing. Now show off that ink, Little Queen.”
Standing in the middle of the room, I turn around to show them.
“Woah,” Ransom says. “Burner, can we get butterflies too? I don’t care how girly they are. They look so good.”
“I don’t know, I was in the groove and they felt right to add,” Burner admits. “I can add the butterflies if you guys want.”
“They’re beautiful,” I say, glancing over my shoulder at him. “The watercolors look incredible.”
“You made it easy,” he says, shrugging. “Leave the wrap on for three days, and then have someone help you take it off in the shower.”
“Nice and easy, without pulling,” Storm recites, smirking. “We’ll take good care of her.”
“Fine, fine. I know that, but I want her to know my instructions,” Burner grumbles.
“I told her she’ll want loose clothing for a few days,” Lore adds. He helps me put on my sweatshirt while I hold the shirt against myself, and then I push my arms through the holes once it’s over me.
“Now food,” Burner orders. “I’m starving, which means you have to be too.”
Nodding, I sit down and take the plate from Wilder, making sure not to lay back. Seeing my leather jacket with my old lady patch, I find I can’t stop smiling for the rest of the night. New adventures, new things checked off a bucket list I didn’t know existed.
I fucking love my life.