Darby grinned evilly at Demon and pointed the tattoo gun at him.
“Yup,” Demon said, grabbing Paige and propelling her towards the door. “Definitely time to get the hell out of here.”
“Bye!” Paige called over her shoulder as Demon pushed her out the door.
“You ready to get out of here too?” Gwen said and nudged Gambler’s feet that were hanging off of the table.
“What?” Marley shrieked. “You guys can’t all leave. What about the ho code?”
“Relax,” Meg called. “Cyn and I will be here until the end of the world’s longest tattoo. I just need to get up and get the booze up front.” Meg moved her legs, and King slapped her on the ass.
“Sit, babe. I’ll get it.” He sauntered up front.
Cyn reclined back in her chair. “For the record, I’m only here because Meg is my ride.”
Marley flipped off Cyn and stuck her tongue out.
Cyn blew her a kiss and whispered, “Ho code.”
“Can we go back to the fact that you’re getting a cowboy hat tattooed on your wrist?” Troy asked. His eyes had yet to leave Marley’s arm, and it looked like he was thinking doubly hard.
“Serious?” Meg sat up and leaned her head on her hand. “You’re getting good at the sarcastic ass, Troy. I can never tell if you’re being serious or not anymore.”
“It’s a skill,” Troy muttered. He looked at Marley. “What are you doing?”
Marley’s eyes bugged out, and her mouth dropped. “I’m getting a cowboy hat tattoo.”
“I see that, but why?”
“Uh, well, you see, I thought since my dad calls you cowboy, I would get a cowboy hat, you know because, I love you or something,” Marley said, ducking her head.
“You know that’s forever, right?” he asked her.
“Troy, kno—” Meg interrupted, but Troy held his hand up to silence her.
“This doesn’t have anything to do with you, Meg,” he barked.
Darby stopped tattooing and rolled away from Marley.
“Troy, I’m not stupid, I know a tattoo is forever,” Marley said, her voice cracking.
I moved into Slider, and he put his arm around my waist. I had no idea what was going on with Troy and Marley, but it didn’t seem good.
“That means something that represents me is on you forever. No going back,” he remarked.
“I know,” she said quietly.
Troy reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box. Gwen and Meg gasped and put their hands over their mouths. “Holy fuck,” Cyn, who had a front row seat, said.
Troy got down on one knee and opened up the ring box. “That tattoo is forever, and so is this ring.”
Marley gasped and grabbed the ring out of his hand. “Holy buckets.”
“Did she just say holy buckets?” Meg looked at King who was standing behind Slider and me.
“Yeah, babe. Shut the hell up,” King ordered. Meg gasped and glared at King but stopped talking.
Troy took the ring back from Marley. “You don’t get this until I get to say the spiel I’ve been practicing for a month, and you say yes.”
“Yes,” Marley shouted.
“Girl, you might want to hear that spiel before you say yes. He might ask you to iron his underwear every day and have fifteen kids,” Gwen advised.
Gambler put his hand over her mouth. “Sorry man,” he mumbled. “Apparently our women don’t know how to act.”
Gwen sputtered under Gambler’s hand.
“I think you’re good to keep going. Mine can’t talk,” Slider said, hitching his thumb at me.
Marley bust out laughing. “She could always object and say no.”
I held up my hands and shook my head. I was all good with Troy proposing to Marley.
Troy cleared his throat and looked up into Marley’s eyes. “I knew the second I laid eyes on you that you were unlike any woman I had ever met. We may have had a bumpy start, but I knew that you were going to be the one to bring me to my knees.”
“Aww,” Meg sighed.
Troy rolled his eyes and glared at her. “Two minutes, Meg. Just give me two minutes.”
“This shit is hilarious.” Gambler had pulled his phone out and was recording everything.
“Hell,” Troy shook his head, “I fucking love you, Marley, and I want us to be together for as long as that tattoo is on your wrist. Marry me, and put me out of my misery.” Troy took the ring out of the box and held it up. Marley reached out her hand and nodded.
“Yes. Yes times a million,” she sobbed as he slipped the ring onto her finger.
Troy wrapped his arms around Marley’s waist and lifted her up in the air.
“Careful of her wrist,” Darby called.
Marley held her arm over her head and wrapped her other one around Troy’s neck. “I love you,” she shouted. “Now I have two things that will be with me forever. My tattoo and your ring.”
“Um, how about three things,” Gambler called. “Don’t forget Troy.”
Gwen elbowed Gambler in the side and rolled her eyes. “You might want to heed your own advice,” she mumbled.
Gambler grabbed her around the waist and wrapped his arms around her. “You might want to watch what you say, or I might make you mine forever, too.”
“Promises, promises,” Gwen mumbled before she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I don’t think you could handle me forever.”
“Hey, focus on me,” Marley called, waving her hand in the air. “I’m getting married,” she said with a huge smile on her face.
Cyn, Meg, Gwen, and I circled around her, and oohed and aahed over the gorgeous ring Troy had picked out.
“Holy hell, this thing is huge.” Meg grabbed Marley’s hand and held it up to her face. “You did well, homie.” She smiled up at Troy. “And that also explains why you stopped volunteering to buy dinner for us at work. My dinner is on Marley’s finger.”
Troy shrugged. “Priorities,” he mumbled.
“Well, fuck your priorities and go back to buying dinner every now and then,” Meg said, moving over to Troy to give him a hug.
King, Gambler, and Slider all clapped Troy on the back and congratulated him after Meg finally released Troy.
“You ready to go?” Slider asked when Marley sat back down to finish her tattoo. I nodded and smothered a yawn with the back of my hand.
It was well after midnight, and the bottle of wine I had drank was starting to catch up with me.
Slider helped me put my coat on. “Did you check in on Marco?”
“Yes,” I mumbled. It still felt weird to talk in front of everyone. I knew that eventually I would be babbling and going on like everyone else, but for now, I just liked to keep my words for Slider. I was still upset he hadn’t talked to me all week and avoided me, but I couldn't fight the natural attraction I had when he was around.
“Good.”
I hugged Meg, Cyn, and Gwen good-bye, and then Slider and I were out the front door. I looked up and down the street looking for Slider’s truck but didn’t see it anywhere.
“I got the bike, Fay,” he drawled as he grabbed my hand and hauled me over to three bikes that were at the curb.
“Slider,” I protested. I had never been on a bike before, and I didn’t think my first time should be after I had downed a bottle of wine.
He grabbed a helmet out of a bag that was on the side of his bike and set it on my head. “You look the part of an ol’ lady, now it’s time to get you on the back of my bike.” He strapped the helmet under my chin. “Trust me, Firecracker,” he said against my lips. His arms wrapped around my waist, and he palmed my ass with his warm hands. “I’ll never let anything happen to you.” He kissed me quick and hard, leaving me breathless.
“Slow,” I whispered.
Slider’s eyes got huge. “Fay, you just said slow.”
I nodded and checked to make sure the helmet was on tight. I trusted Slider, but I just needed to make sure my helmet wasn’t going to go anywhere.
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He cupped my cheek. “Something tells me you’ve got more to say than that.”
I smirked and leaned in, my lips next to his ear. “Maybe,” I whispered.
Slider wrapped his arms around me and swung me around. “Holy shit,” he yelled. “You can fucking talk.”
I buried my face in his neck and inhaled his scent. “Take me home,” I whispered.
Slider pulled my head back and looked me in the eye. “Say it again.”
“Take me home.”
He set me on my feet and swung a leg over his bike. “Get on, Fay. You only needed to tell me twice, because I wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.” He cranked the bike up and looked at me over his shoulder.
I did the only thing I could. I swung my leg over the bike and wrapped my body around him.
It may be my first time on a bike, but Slider was taking me home, and that was all that mattered.
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Chapter 30
Slider
I pulled into the garage and killed the bike.
Fayth was wrapped around me, and I didn’t want her to move.
I had taken the ride slow, making sure not scare her, but also because her warm body pressed against me was foreplay in itself. Every turn, her arms had tightened around me, and I wished I had an endless tank of gas so I could ride forever with Fayth behind me.
“Wow,” she breathed out.
I looked over my shoulder, and she had a huge smile plastered on her face. “You’re gonna blow my mind with every word you say. You know that, right?”
She laughed and reached up to unbuckle her helmet. “I hope so.”
“Fuck me,” I mumbled as I grabbed the helmet from her. She shimmied off of the bike and impatiently waited for me to do the same.
I hung the helmet on the handlebars, stood, and swung my leg over the bike. Fayth squealed when I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up in my arms. “I need to hear every word you have to say.” I had missed her voice fiercely, and I couldn’t wait to hear her say my name while I sunk into her lush body.
“Hit the button,” I mumbled, fumbling with my keys to open the door. She swatted at the garage door button and the door slowly sunk down. “How long have you been able to talk?” The lock flipped over, and I pushed open the door.
“You left me alone all week. I had time to practice,” she said quietly.
Mind blown again. If I hadn’t avoided her all week, I would have heard her voice sooner. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I slammed the door shut behind us. I pressed her back against the wall and moved her hair off of her neck. “You ready to tell me what this tattoo is, because I have a pretty good idea what it means, but I want to hear those sweet words come out of your mouth.” She tilted her head to the side, and I lightly traced a circle around the red lips on her neck.
“That was where you first kissed me,” she whispered. She ran her fingers through my hair and squeezed her legs tight around me. “I never wanted to forget it.”
“Does that mean every time I kiss you, you’re going to get a tattoo to remember it? Because I plan on kissing every inch of your body tonight.” I watched her eyes fill with desire.
She bit her lip and shook her head. “Just keep kissing me, and I’ll never be able to forget.”
I grabbed her head, pulling her face down to me and slammed her lips onto mine. I couldn’t wait another second to taste her lips. She moaned low as my hands slid down her body and cupped her sweet ass. She arched her back, pressing her lush body against me and I knew I couldn’t take much more torture. I needed to have her naked beneath me.
I walked us through the dark house, tossed my keys on the counter, and headed straight to the bedroom.
“Slider,” she gasped when I tossed her onto the bed and flipped on the lights. “I need to see you. Naked,” I growled, pulling off my coat and tossing it on the floor. “Undress, now,” I demanded while I pulled my shirt over my head and sailed it across the room.
I toed my boots off and watched her scramble to get her coat and then her boots off.
She reached down and fumbled with the laces. “Damn laces,” she mumbled.
I pulled my jeans down my legs, and she finally had the laces undone and tossed her boots on the floor. “You’re behind, Firecracker.”
She looked up at me, and she licked her lip, focusing on the bulge between my legs. “You could help me,” she suggested quietly.
“Or I could watch you unwrap your body,” I growled.
She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. A bright pink bra encased her lush tits, and I couldn’t help the growl that slipped from my lips while I watched her shimmy her jeans down her legs, her tits jiggling with each move. She was wearing matching panties that made me want to take them off with my teeth and devour her sweet pussy.
Fayth laid back on the bed, her bra and panties still on. “You’re still wearing too many clothes,” I insisted, and I walked over to the bed and stood over her.
“I think you need to help me with those,” she purred. Her dark hair was fanned out around her, and she looked like heaven laying in my bed.
“I need to hear you, Fay. I know the second I touch you, I’m not going to be able to stop. Tell me you want me, and no one else,” I demanded.
She ran her hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts. “I want you, Slider. You’re all I can think about.”
“Once I take you, I’ll never be able to give you up,” I warned. I had never wanted a woman like the way I wanted Fayth. She was something special, and I had no plans of letting her go.
“I don’t want to be anywhere else.” Something crossed her face, and a frown appeared on her lips. “But first, I need to know something,” she whispered.
“What is it, Fay?” I reached down and brushed my hand against her arm.
“Where were you tonight?”
I swallowed hard. I hadn’t told Fayth anything about where I had gone tonight, and at first, I had no plans on telling her, but I knew I couldn’t lie to her. “I was with Demon, Troy, and Gambler out at the club.”
“The clubhouse?”
I shook my head. “No. We were at the strip club the MC owns.”
She leaned up on her elbows. “Why? You could have been with me.”
“Trust me, Fay. I wanted to be with you more than anything. I had club business to take care of. We needed to ask a chick some questions, and the only way we could do that was at the club.”
“Gwen said there were auditions,” she mumbled.
I tilted my head and smirked. “You knew the whole night where I was, didn’t you?” Fayth shrugged. “Drove yourself mad wondering what I was doing, didn’t you?”
She grabbed the pillow that was under her head and tossed it at me. “Ass,” she hissed.
“Ah, that’s still going to be one of my favorite words you say.” I tossed it on the floor.
“Auditions?”
I rolled my eyes and put one knee on the bed. “Yes, we watched girls audition, but I can tell you right now, none of those chicks had anything on you. It was more of a comedy show watching them wobbled around the stage trying to be sexy.”
Now, it was her turn to roll her eyes. “A woman in her underwear is hardly a comedy show.”
I stroked my chin. “You sure did learn a lot of words,” I mumbled. “I think I might have liked it better when you couldn’t throw sass at me.” She reached for the other pillow next to her, but I lunged for it and grabbed her arms before she could get to it. “So feisty,” I whispered, pinning her arms over her head. “I should start calling you wildcat instead of firecracker.”
She growled low and struggled to get her arms out of my grip. “Slider, I’ll show you wildcat.” Her words surprised me, and she was able to wiggle out from my grip and wrap her arms around my neck. She twisted her body and rolled us over so she was laying on top of me.
I palmed her ass and pressed her against me. “I like the way you talk,” I mumbled
against her lips.
“I knew you were going to be my dirty talker, so I thought I’d try to keep up,” she whispered.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you are like a damn dream come true.” I was in awe, and she ground her pussy into my dick. “Just looking at you makes my dick fucking hard, Fay. Finally having you in my arms, I’m pretty sure I could fuck you into next week.”
She moaned and pressed her lips to mine. I threaded my fingers through her hair, holding her in place, and took over the kiss. Her soft lips melted into mine, and my tongue slipped into her mouth. Her hands skated down my chest and gripped the waistband of my boxers.
I pushed my feet into the bed and rolled us back over, our lips and body remaining connected. I glided my hands down her sides, and my lips traveled down her neck. “Slider,” she moaned. I gently nipped her earlobe, and she arched her back up. “Please,” she pleaded on a whisper.
“Please what?” I whispered in her ear. “Let me hear you say what you want,” I insisted.
She moaned, frustrated by my demand. “You. I want you.”
“You want me doing what?” I asked. I ran my tongue across the line if her jaw, and my hands cupped her breasts.
“I just want you,” she gasped. “Do whatever you want.”
I sat back on knees and held my hand out to Fayth. “Then, we’re going to need to get you completely naked.”
She grabbed my hand and sat up, and my other hand instantly went to the clasp on her bra. As soon as the bra was free, she lifted her arm and covered her breasts. “Slider,” she whispered.
“Trust me, Fay,” I growled as I pulled the straps down her arms, and her arm moved away. I knew Fayth was going to be perfect when I finally got her naked, but finally seeing it, I was blown away. “Fuck me,” I mumbled, and I circled her pert nipple with my thumb. “You’re not allowed to wear clothes any more. I want you naked twenty-four-seven.”
Fayth laughed and cupped her breasts, pushing them together. “I make the cut?”
I looked her in the eye and shook my head. “Firecracker, you blow everyone else away.”
A sly smile spread across her lips. “Good to know,” she whispered.
“Lay back down,” I ordered.
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