by Adele Niles
“Cool.” He wet the template, the temporary ink transferring to my skin. “Any questions before we get started?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I’m good.”
“Huh, really?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Most people ask if it hurts.”
I laughed. “Of course it hurts. It’s getting stabbed a million times with a tiny needle.”
Benny grinned. “You know what you’re getting into.”
“Sure do.”
He put his left hand on my waist, his right hand holding the tattoo gun.
I bit my lower lip, closing my eyes.
The needle touched my skin.
I exhaled softly.
The vibration and the sting felt good. I needed something like this, especially after an argument with my dumbass brother.
And I needed this guy’s hands on me.
The combination of the pain and his touch was turning me on.
He worked quickly. I could follow the lines in my mind as he inked them into my skin, making them permanent.
I opened my eyes after a few minutes, breathing deeply. I was wet, soaked even, and starting to think I needed a break.
But when I opened my eyes, I got a good look at Bradley.
More specifically, I got a good look at the bulge in his jeans.
His hand shifted closer to my breasts, and I swear his cock twitched.
It made me feel good, knowing that he was just as aroused as I was.
The needle moved closer to one of my ribs and I bit my lower lip.
It hurt enough that my thoughts stopped for a moment.
I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips.
Benny stilled, lifting the needle from my side.
“You okay?”
“Doing great.” I smiled. My face felt hot, flushed.
I wanted more. Now.
The combination of the pain and pleasure was making me forget about my other troubles. Thoughts of my brother being stupid floated away. This was all for me, this tattoo, and had nothing to do with anyone else. It was nice to do something for myself.
It was nice to feel sexy and be close to a gorgeous man.
Benny cleared his throat again. I opened one eye and looked up at him.
“So, your sketches,” he said.
“Yeah?”
“Are you an artist? Like, a graphic designer?”
I laughed. “No. I’m a waitress. It’s thrilling.”
He chuckled. His thumb stroked idly along my side, the other still controlling the tattoo gun.
“I’m surprised. You’re really talented.”
“You think so?” I chuckled at that. “If the art hanging around your booth is all yours, then you’re really good, too.”
“Some of them were my dad’s, but most of them are mine.” There was a note of pride in his voice as he spoke. “The other guys are talented, too. It’s kind of a selling point of our shop. Talented artists who can do artwork and tattoos.”
“Yeah?” I smiled. “That’s not a bad selling point.”
He smiled down at me. “Well, if you’re looking for a change in career, I think you could cut it as a tattoo artist.”
I laughed softly at that. “I don’t think that’s really for me.”
“Really? Why not?”
“I just…don’t.”
It was too close to the kind of stuff Bryan would want to do. It could put me in touch with bikers and other people that my brother might want to run with.
The less of a connection I could have to that world, the better.
“Hm. Okay.” Benny nodded. “Well, for what it’s worth, I really do think you’d be good at it. If you ever wanted to do some flash sheets for us, I’d pay you for them.”
Maybe I could do that. Benny seemed really nice, and it was a chance to get a little exposure for my art.
And an excuse to see Benny again.
“I’ll think about that.” I smiled, shifting on the chair. “Might be fun to have other people see my art and get it tattooed, huh?”
“It’s pretty cool. I always feel proud when I see somebody I did work on.”
It would be nice to feel proud of something for once.
I made a soft hmm sound. “Like I said. I’ll think about it.”
“Cool. Just let me know.”
Chapter Four
Benny
Five Years Ago
This was one of my best pieces.
It had started off with a strong sketch, for sure; Bryn’s artwork was beautiful, and had translated perfectly to ink.
And she was a champ, too. She was still and quiet as I worked, eyes closed as I laid down color and did just a little shading.
When I was done, she stood up, looking at herself in the mirror. Her hands covered her tits; the rest of her was exposed from the waist up.
Her body was gorgeous.
She had to work out—her abs were just barely defined, her waist small, her thighs the kind of thick that comes from hard work.
And the lotus flower that now bloomed across her ribs, done in soft pinks and greens, only made her look even more beautiful.
It was hard to concentrate on anything but her.
Well, her and the fact that my dick wouldn’t calm down.
I couldn’t control myself, and it was a little embarrassing. I wasn’t the womanizer of the group—I left that to Bradley and Ryker.
But I was single.
And a good time with a gorgeous woman sounded nice.
I lowered my eyes as Bryn pulled her shirt on over her bandaged tattoo. When I looked up, she was dressed, tucking her bra down into her purse.
Her nipples were hard under the thin t-shirt she was wearing.
It made my cock twitch again.
“Hey.”
Bryn looked up at the sound of my voice. “Yeah?”
“Could I, uh… Could I get a copy of that sketch?”
“Oh! Of course!” She pulled the piece of paper from her bag and handed it to me.
I took it to the copier, photocopying it in color on to cardstock.
I’d buy a frame for it later and hang it in one of the blank spaces on my wall.
I brought it back and laid it down on one of the tables. “Hey. Do you want to get a drink or something?”
Bryn looked at me, tilting her head. “I’d love to.”
I smiled and looked up. “Ryker!”
“Yeah, boss!” He turned toward me.
“Clean up my station for me.”
“What?”
“I’m checking out a little early. Clean up my shit and you can go home, unless a client comes in.”
“Seriously? Clean up your own shit, dude. I’m not your maid.”
I shrugged. The little outburst didn’t faze me. It was all for show. “You’re the low man on the totem pole, buddy. See you tomorrow.”
I grabbed my keys and wallet and smiled at Bryn. “Let’s go.”
* * * * *
We crashed through the front door of my house. I was so distracted, I nearly left the keys in the lock.
She held tight to my shoulders, climbing me in an effort to kiss me again. I held her up, glad that I was strong enough to keep her where she wanted to be.
“Just so you know,” she breathed, biting my lower lip as she paused. “I like it rough.”
My cock was definitely hard, even if my lip ached.
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
And she kissed me again, teeth grazing over my lower lip.
I closed the door and fumbled to lock it, then dropped my keys on the floor. That was a problem for tomorrow. I lifted Bryn up.
Her legs locked around my waist. Her hips ground against mine, and she rubbed against me through our clothes.
I carried her down the hall to my bedroom.
We left the door open. Light from the hall streamed into my dark bedroom, just enough to see by. I put Bryn on her feet, then lifted her shirt.
M
y hand skimmed over her bandaged tattoo.
She moaned as I hit tender skin.
This was going to be wild.
I tossed her shirt to the floor. She still hadn’t put her bra back on, and her tits were exposed to me—small, but still gorgeous.
I leaned in and took one nipple in my mouth, twisting the other between my thumb and index finger.
“Jesus, Benny.” Her hands curled in my hair, hips rolling toward me.
I wanted her so bad.
I lowered my other hand, pulling her zipper down. She let go of my hair to help, undoing the button of her jeans and pushing them off her legs.
I didn’t hesitate. I slid my fingers between her thighs, pushing two of them inside her.
She moaned louder.
I wanted her to say my name like again; it was fucking hot.
She grabbed my hair again, pulling as I worked my fingers inside her. She leaned harder against me, her legs trembling already.
“God, I wanted you to fuck me since the second I saw you.” Her voice was desperate, raw.
I was going to give her everything she wanted.
I pulled my fingers out of her.
“Bed,” I instructed, nodding toward it.
Bryn immediately backed up, falling onto the bed and spreading her legs.
I stripped out of my clothes as quickly as I could, throwing them to the floor.
Bryn watched me. Her eyes lit up as I dropped my pants, and she sat up, one hand extended toward me.
I moved forward, pausing only to grab a condom from my nightstand.
Her hands were on me as soon as she could reach, wrapped around my cock and stroking slowly.
“Jesus, Benny,” she repeated, biting her lower lip. She looked up at me through her eyelashes before opening her mouth and guiding me in.
I closed my eyes, tilting my head back.
This girl was going to kill me.
I put one hand in her hair, enjoying the sensation. She didn’t let me have it for long, though; she pulled back, stroking me with one hand again.
“C’mon. I need you.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
I climbed onto the bed. As I moved, so did Bryn; she rolled onto her hands and knees, shaking her hips at me.
I gave her a slap on the ass in response.
She moaned again.
“Hold still,” I ordered.
“Mm. Fine, fine.”
I rolled the condom on and moved up behind her.
She bit her lip, looking back at me. I met her eyes as I pushed into her.
“Oh, shit,” she said.
“Is that a good oh shit?”
“So fucking good.”
I smiled, sliding my hands to her hips and digging my fingers in.
She didn’t give me a chance to move—as I held her hips, Bryn started to rock, slamming back against me. Her moans filled the room. I could only watch her, breathless as she moved against my cock.
It lasted a few minutes before she slowed, panting, and looked back at me. “Do a little work, would you?”
I chuckled.
I drew my hips back.
Then slammed forward into her.
She tossed her head back and yelled in pleasure.
I held her tight, sure my fingers would leave bruises.
Soon, Bryn reached back, grabbing one of my wrists. She started to move again, her hips bucking, her breathing coming hard.
“Benny, fuck, I’m gonna—”
She didn’t finish her sentence. She tilted her head back, crying out. Her legs trembled and she ground down against me, hips bouncing.
I flexed into her, my own orgasm hitting as I watched her come.
I’d never gotten off so hard before.
For a moment, we were still. Then, Bryn’s arms gave out and she dropped forward, her ass still in the air.
I gave it a light slap as I pulled out of her, then I removed the condom and tied it off.
Bryn moaned into the mattress.
“We gotta do that again.” Her voice was muffled by the bedding, but I understood her well enough.
“Oh, don’t worry. We will.”
I left the room. In the bathroom, I cleaned myself up and wet a washcloth for her. When I returned, Bryn had already rolled on to her back and burrowed under my blankets.
She definitely belonged in my bed.
She looked up at me and smiled. “Hey…were you serious?”
“About what?” I handed her the cloth and she took it, hand disappearing under the blankets. “Having sex with you again? Hell yeah.”
“No, not that.” She tilted her head. A lock of brown hair fell over her face.
It was cute.
In a shy voice, nothing like the woman who’d just told me she liked it rough, she asked, “Are you serious about wanting me to work at No Regrets?”
Chapter Five
Benny
It had been a while since I had Dak in my chair.
Working on him was always kinda fun. He had good stories, that was for sure. It was entertaining to talk with him.
And he could carry on a full conversation while I worked on him. If he even felt the sting of the needle, he didn’t react to it.
But I knew for a fact that he’d felt a lot worse.
This wasn’t the kind of guy people messed with. Dak was vice president of the King’s Devils. Just from looking at him, you could tell he was a badass.
I’d never seen him lose a fight, that was for sure.
He lay forward in my chair while I put the color on a new back piece—a pinup girl wearing a crown, her tits strategically covered by the motorcycle helmet she held in her arms. I was pretty proud of it, buy more importantly, Dak liked it.
“She looks like this girl I used to ride with,” Dak said. “Called herself Velour. Fucked like a porn star, I tell ya what.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “Sounds like every other girl you ever talk about. Lacy, Starlet, Mitzi. You got any that don’t fuck like porn stars?”
“Please, those don’t last long around us.” He laughed heartily. “If she can’t fuck and can’t fight, she’s not worth much to me.”
I shook my head. “You’re a real charmer, you know that?”
“Of course I am. I’m a catch and a half.”
“Whatever you say, man.” I grinned, lifting my needle and dabbing away a little excess ink. “There we go. That’s all I can do for now. You’re gonna have to come back for one more round.”
“Sure. Gladly.” Dak held still as I bandaged him up, then rose to grab his shirt and leather jacket. “Do I get to go see Zoe now?”
“Yeah, she’ll take your money.”
“Wish she’d give me something in return, huh?” Dak laughed again.
“You’d be barking up the wrong tree with that. She’s only into girls.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. Can’t stop a man from dreaming.”
I heard that a lot.
Dak turned to me. “Hey. When’re you off? Let me take you out for some drinks. Meet me at The Depot when you close down.”
I wasn’t going to turn that down. “Sure. I’ll be there around six-thirty.”
“Six-thirty. Got it. Come ready to drink.” Dak slapped me on the back. “See you then!”
“See you then.”
* * * * *
I walked into The Depot at six-thirty on the nose. The lot was already full—mostly motorcycles, a few older pickup trucks. The King’s Devils were obviously here to party tonight.
I didn’t want to know what they were celebrating. The less I knew about their activities, the better. That’s how it had always been with me and Dak, and how it always would be.
Dak was sitting at one of the tables. A gorgeous blonde had pulled her chair next to his and leaned heavily on his shoulder. Her tits were barely contained by the zip-up leather vest she wore.
“There he is! Hey, brother!” Dak held up a beer bottle to me, then took a long drink from it.
I sat down with him. Somebody put a beer in front of me. “Hey. Thanks for the invite.”
“Of course! You know that’s what we do here. You do good work, you get to drink with us.”
I wasn’t going to protest. It was a pretty good arrangement.
“So how’s it going?” I took a sip of my beer.
Dak nodded. “Going good. We’re doing great. Membership’s strong and the bastards across the river haven’t pulled any dumb shit recently.” He grinned, his smile a little lopsided.
“Good to hear it.”
We chatted a little, keeping it surface-level. Dak bought me a new beer every time I emptied the one I had.
I knew conversation was going to get serious when he switched us over to whiskey.
“I’m having some issues,” he murmured after a while.
He was slurring his words. I felt my gut twist.
This was about to turn into a conversation I really didn’t want to be a part of.
But you don’t tell a guy like Dak no.
“We’re having some money problems.”
“Like, the club’s doing bad?”
“No, no. Like… money that should be there isn’t.”
I frowned. “That’s not good.”
“Right?” He shook his head. “I’m worried. If somebody in the club is screwing us…”
He didn’t have to finish his statement.
I knew what happened to people who crossed Dak, and it wasn’t pretty.
The conversation was thankfully interrupted then.
A gorgeous woman walked up to our table. She wore tight jeans with a crop top that just barely covered her tits under an open motorcycle vest. Her long red hair was pulled up in a ponytail.
She put a fresh whiskey in front of me and a second in front of Dak.
“Hey.” She smiled at me. “I’m Jazz. Haven’t seen you around before.”
Dak grinned and slapped my shoulder again. “Jazz. This is Benny, owns No Regrets with his cousin. He does all my ink now.”
Jazz smiled. “Yeah? Maybe I’ll stop in sometime. You do cover-ups?”
“I can, yeah. Got something you want to go away?”
“Yeah. Got my ex’s name on my tits.” She patted one breast, indicating where the ink was. “He got himself arrested. I want him out of my life.”
“I can do that.”
“Good.” She put one hand on the table, bending forward toward me. “I’ll make it worth your while, promise.”
