“You ready? I’m gonna put this clamp on your ear so I know where to put the earring, yeah?”
“Okay.” I watch him place it on her ear and grab the needle. He doesn’t warn her, just sticks it in and chuckles. “Why are you laughing?”
“You didn’t feel it? This one’s all done! I just gotta put your earring in,” he tells her. She smiles so brightly that it nearly breaks my heart for many reasons. I watch as he finishes the other and the little girl jumps off the chair. She rushes to the mirror to look at her earrings as the man cleans up. When he turns around, I gasp.
“Hey,” he says making his way past me. I turn and watch as he walks back behind the counter. Blue haired girl walks back up and hands my clipboard to the longhaired man that I assume is Wolf.
“Krista?” He asks looking up at me. I nod and he motions for me to follow him in the back. My heart leaps into my throat as I take him in. He’s tall, with long blond hair and a scruffy beard. I let my eyes travel over his body, the way he moves. Damn.
“Right in here. What is it you’re wantin’ to get?”
“Your number,” I blurt out. He chuckles and damn did that do it. How am I supposed to tell him I want him to tattoo my hip with my panties wet?
“Where do you want the tattoo?” He asks completely cutting off my state of thinking. I could always go for one of those vagina tatts. No, no I can’t.
“The thing is, I want a whole leg piece. I’m not sure what I want it to be. All I know is I want it freehanded.” His eyebrows rise as he looks at me intently. I’m sure I’m not the only one that’s come in here asking for freehand work. There’s just something about its uniqueness that I love.
“Let me get this right. You’re just gonna let me do whatever I want on your body?” He asks, a little skeptical of what I just said.
“On it, to it, in it. I’d let you do all the above.” His laughter is deep and gravely. Damn it, why couldn’t he have been ugly and sound like he smoked a pack a day?
“I like you,” he says tossing the clipboard onto the counter.
“That’s always a good thing.”
“Tell me about you. What do you like, don’t like?”
“Is this for tattoos only?” I ask lifting a brow in his direction. His smirk is sexy as hell, but I know what he’s asking. “I’m not a hearts and flowers kind of girl. I like dark things. Skulls, crows, deep red roses. There are very few things in life that I give a shit about but when I find something, I protect it.” He nods his head as I talk but when he slides his chair closer to me, I shiver.
“Too bad I’m a blond since you like dark things.” His breath smells of cigarette and mints as it dances over my face.
“Exceptions can be made,” I whisper.
“How about you take those pants off for me, nice and slow. Let me see exactly what I’m gonna be workin’ with, darlin’.” Okay so maybe my overly sexual talk wasn’t the best idea when it comes to this guy but nevertheless, I climb out of the chair and slowly pull my jeans down my legs. I don’t miss the hiss that escaped his lips, but he coughs to play it off. At least he’s keeping it professional.
“Here,” I point to my now naked hip as his eyes trail over my body.
“You shouldn’t wear such baggy ass clothes,” he mumbles and scoots closer.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, those jeans are way too fuckin’ big and why would you want to hide all this?” As flattered as I am, my body has always been something that bothered me. I wasn’t always as thin as I am now. In fact, some months I’m a lot bigger. My weight has always yo-yoed in that aspect. I don’t have a response for him, so I don’t even try. His hands touch my thigh and I gasp at the contact.
“I think we can make somethin’ pretty fuckin’ amazin’ on here. You have a preference of color or black and grey?” I shrug as he pulls back moving toward the counter.
“Nope. You can just surprise me.”
“You know this is gonna take more than just one session, yeah?”
“That means I get to see you again? I’m in.” He laughs again and fuck, why does he have to do that?
“Alright then. Hop on up,” he says nodding toward the chair. I close my eyes and inhale deeply. I keep my comments to myself since I was about to ask on the chair or him. Maybe I’m being inappropriate. I climb into the chair and lay on my side. His workspace is already set up aside from the ink.
“I’m thinkin’ we’ll work with black and grey first. Add little splashes of color later on. What do you think?” I look back over at him and smile.
“I’m open to new things.”
“I bet you are,” he grumbles under his breath. I smirk and watch him set out his blacks before he rolls his chair back over next to me. He preps my hip and then his gloved hand is there.
“You ready?” I nod and close my eyes as the sound of the gun lulls me.
Three
Wolf
“You shittin’ me?” Gauge asks while Dez wraps her arms around his neck.
“No. She was all sexual and shit. You should have seen it,” I chuckle, taking a long pull from my beer.
“Better not tell Lauren.”
“Tell Lauren what?” Jesus fuck. I don’t need her screaming tonight. I’ve had a long day and I don’t want to listen to that shit. I can feel the headache coming on already.
“Nothin’. How was your day?” I ask trying to change the subject. She isn’t going to let this go.
“It wasn’t nothing. What are you talking about, Wolf?” She stomps her foot and I roll my eyes. Lauren is something else. I met her at the shop one night when she came in with her friends. She was too damn proper and prim, and I wanted to filthy her up. She’s stuck around ever since but each day that she comes by the clubhouse is another day I regret most of my decisions with her.
“I said it was nothin’, Lauren. Fuck!” She looks down at where I’m sitting and makes one of the most hateful faces I’ve ever seen. I hate when she does that.
“Keep your secrets, Wolf. You always do,” she snaps before turning and stomping toward the back.
“Guess she’s spendin’ the night, yeah?” Sly chuckles. I flip him off and grab another beer.
“She’s gettin’ too comfortable,” I grumble.
“Is that it or you just find somethin’ else you wanna fuck?” Shaft asks. I flip him off too.
“Fuck all of you,” I grumble.
“Gotta ask Lauren for your cock back first,” Shaft adds laughing.
“Don’t you have a kid to get home to?” I snap at him. He laughs harder and nods his head.
“That I do. Look, you asked her to marry you, yeah? There’s gotta be some kind of feelin’s there.”
“I don’t know that I was in my right mind when I asked her that. If I was then I completely fucked myself.” It isn’t a lie. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Lauren is a nice girl, just not a girl for me. I care about her but the more I think about it, I know I don’t love her. Never have and it’s doubtful that I ever will. In fact, I’m probably going to sound like the biggest asshole here, but I basically only asked her to marry me so that she’d shut up and fuck me that night.