Madison smiles and looks Blaine up and down, taking in every single inch of hard muscle; his dick included. “Your fly is down, sweets. Not that I’m complaining. Damn, you’re packing.” She pulls her eyes back up to his face. “Not that you don’t already know that.”
Getting frustrated, I pull Madison away from Blaine and grab her hand in mine. “Thanks for the show, Blaine, but we’re going to the parlor. Jax asked us to come.”
A sexy smile crosses Blaine’s face as he reaches for the door to let us in. “Follow me, Ladies.”
I nudge Madison in the side as she shamelessly checks out Blaine’s ass as we follow close behind him.
“Madi,” I snap, quietly. “Close your damn legs. You’re almost worse than them.”
She elbows me back, but then grabs my arm for protection as some big burly looking dude in a leather jacket growls at her and then licks his lips.
“And they’re pretty bad,” I add.
As soon as we step into the hall, all I hear are the sounds of a tattoo gun buzzing. It echoes throughout the small hallway, making me nervous now.
I stop and look through the open door at Royal and my heart literally skips a beat at the sight of him. He’s leaned over, concentrating on some middle-aged man’s back piece that he’s working on. Jax is chilling next to him, watching, them both looking just as sexy as the other night.
Madison stops next to me, raising a brow as she sets sights on Royal as well. “Well spank my ass and call me Sally,” Madison says with a moan. “Sexy, sinful, tattoo heaven . . . I’m never leaving. Just saying.”
Royal glances up with a snarl, but then turns his gun off and sets it down when his eyes land on me, watching me watch him. “We’re done for tonight,” he says to his client. “Jax will call you a cab.”
Looking as if he’s not bothered one bit by Royal dismissing him, he stands up, grabs for a stained up white shirt, and walks past us, almost falling into the wall.
Jax stands up and reaches for a bottle of Vodka, pouring five shots. “Did Blaine here give you guys a tour of the building on the way in? Zip up your shit, dude.”
“Fuck off,” Blaine says playfully, snatching up one of the shots while zipping his fly.
I turn my eyes back in Royal’s direction, but keep my head still so he doesn’t notice me watching him.
He looks conflicted as he starts cleaning his table and chair off. “Didn’t think you’d be back,” he says stiffly. “You change your mind on that tattoo?”
I grab a shot glass when Jax hands one to Madison first and then myself. “Your friend asked us to come and my friend here, forced me to agree.” I throw my shot back, emptying the glass, hoping for some kind of liquid courage. “So here I am.”
With stiff muscles, Royal stands up straight and grabs the last shot glass, slamming it back, before shoving the empty glass at Jax. “Come here,” he demands.
I stand here for a second, not moving, until Madison shoves me forward and calls me a pussy. I look back at her and glower, before stopping in front of Royal.
Grabbing my hand he pulls me to him, and grabs my hips, digging his hands in. “I have the perfect spot for your first tattoo.” Reaching for the bottom of my dress, he lifts the front so only he can see, and runs his thumb over my hipbone. “Perfect.”
Yanking my dress down, I back away and watch him as he starts preparing his tattoo equipment. “I never said I was going to let you tattoo me.”
His jaw clenches as he looks back at me. “You scared that Colton is going to be pissed or some shit?”
I shake my head. “At this point, I could care less about what he thinks. As far as I’m concerned, we’re on a break.”
“Okay . . .” He sits down and runs a hand through his messy hair, his eyes studying mine. “You don’t want one then?”
“I do,” I say quickly, realizing that I do, but I’m just being a pussy, exactly what Madison called me.
“Come on, Ava,” Madison says from behind me. “We’re already here and from what I can see, Royal is very capable of giving great tattoos. I’ll let Blaine over there tat me up next.”
Royal raises a brow in question, when I turn back to him. “What do you say, babe? Take that damn dress off for me?”
I swallow and look around the room. Having three other sets of eyes on me is making me nervous, extremely nervous.
“Out,” Royal suddenly barks out. “Keep the girl close by and make sure Porter stays away from her. He’s on some shit tonight.”
“Madison can stay,” I say firmly, not wanting to send her away. “I don’t care if she watches.”
Madison looks between Jax and Blaine and bites her bottom lip. It’s clear what she wants to do, and that’s most likely both of them. “I’ll be good with the boys. Plus, I want to check out the party animals in the next room.”
I take a deep breath and watch Madison as she follows Jax and Blaine out the door, shutting it behind her with a wink.
I suddenly feel nervous, realizing that I’m alone with Royal. He’s so damn intense that I have no idea what to expect from him.
“Lay down.”
Swallowing, I sit down on the black, leather chair that is already laid back into a bed. I jump from the coldness on my skin, but then close my eyes and get comfortable, waiting on Royal’s next move.
With my eyes still closed, I can see the shadow from him standing above me, before I feel his rough hands brush my upper thighs as he grips my dress and lifts it, stopping just under my breasts.
“Any certain design? I can do it all.”
“A feather,” I say softly. “Blue with purple highlights; feminine and pretty. Can you do that?”
He lifts an eyebrow while pulling on a pair of black gloves. “I can definitely do feminine and pretty. Like I said, I do it all.”
I suck in a breath and grip the seat, when I feel his hands brush against my skin as he prepares to mark me for life.
Grabbing my hand, he places it on his thick thigh. My heart speeds up from the feel of his muscular leg beneath my palm. “If it hurts, dig into my leg and take it out on me. It will help you feel better.”
I hear the buzzing of the gun and instantly grip his thigh, feeling anxious. When I open an eye to peek up at him, he’s smirking.
“Ready?”
I nod my head. “Mmm hmm . . .”
I feel my fingers dig deep into the denim of his thigh as the needle hits my sensitive flesh. My stomach instantly sinks and I flinch, more unprepared than I thought.
I do my best to keep my eyes closed through most of it, but then open my eyes closer to the end, when my skin starts to feel numb. It’s a bit of a relief.
Royal’s face is stern, set in a line of concentration. I notice that he even bites his bottom lip once in a while when he really gets into a good spot. I find myself watching him, my legs slightly opening, as I get lost in my own little world. He’s delicious to watch. There is absolutely no denying that.
Royal’s hand gripping my thigh wakes me from the moment, snapping my eyes up to his.
He pushes my legs together. “Keep those things closed, unless you want me between them,” he growls.
I squeeze my legs together, slightly moaning as the thought of him between my legs causes my body to clench and jerk.
“Is it almost done?” I ask, hoping to come back to reality . . . the one where he’ll never be between my legs.
“Almost . . .”
Getting lost in the way that his jaw muscles tighten as he adds the finishing touches, my legs relax and slightly open again.
Tossing his tattoo gun aside, Royal stands up and growls, gripping my hips and pulling me down to the end of the chair, until his jean-covered erection is pressed against my pussy. A shock of pleasure runs through my core as he presses against it.
His right hand digs into my hip as the left one tightens around my neck. His eyes meet mine for a brief moment, before his right hand slides down my thigh and he releases my neck, stepping back.
“Sorry,” I say in aggravation. “I got comfortable a couple times and wasn’t thinking. I didn’t expect you to get a fucking hard-on over it and freak out.”
Letting out a long breath, Royal sits back down, grabs my hand, and places it back on his thigh. Except this time, I can almost feel the shape of his hard dick above my fingers. I suck in a breath at the near contact.
“This last part might hurt; especially now that we’ve taken an unwanted break. Hold still.”
I jump when the needle touches my skin. He was right. It’s sensitive as shit now and I just want it to be done.
With one hand, Royal lowers my panties a little more to get to the bottom part of the feather.
I grip his thigh and groan out from the pain. That’s when I feel his dick now hard against my hand. He’s got an all-out boner right now and seems as if he could care less about hiding it.
“Sorry,” I say as I pull my hand away. I blush at the thought that I’ve just touched his dick, when I didn’t mean to. “Didn’t know that was going to happen.”
Royal raises a brow and glances over to meet my eyes. “My cock has a mind of its own, Darlin’. It’s a real fucking beast when it wants to be.” He sets the gun down and checks out his work. “I hope that’s pretty and feminine enough for ya. Looks real fucking good on you.”
Reaching behind him, he grabs for a handheld mirror, handing it to me, before reaching for some kind of tattoo goop to rub over the finished tattoo.
I hold the mirror in front of my hip and look into it. My breath catches in my throat and I can’t help but to smile. “It’s so damn pretty. Wow . . .” I look up at him and then back down at my very first tattoo. It’s only been minutes since I’ve had it and I already want more. I’ve heard this was going to happen. “How much?”
“Nothing,” he says, while cleaning his equipment up and getting something to cover my new art up with.
Right after he covers up my feather and pulls my dress down, the sound of glass breaking from somewhere in the bar causes him to punch the wall and yell. “Fucking Blaine!”
He cracks his knuckles and then takes off out the door as if he’s about to hand someone their ass.
“What the . . .”
Grabbing my purse, I take off after him to see what is going on and hope to God that Madison is all right.
Being around Royal and his friends, never falls short of crazy and chaotic . . .
WHEN I WALK INTO THE bar, Blaine has Porter by the back of the head and is pounding his face into the now broken window, breaking what’s left of it.
Lifting Porter up straight, Blaine slams his face into the brick wall next to the window, before yelling in his face. “Your dick ain’t fucking hard now, motherfucker. Does that feel good? Do you fucking like it?” He yells.
Blood is dripping down Porter’s face, but he’s laughing like a fucking maniac, fucked up as shit on whatever he took before he got here. He may be in pain, but he doesn’t feel it . . . at least not yet, but he’ll definitely be feeling it once his high wears off.
Surprisingly, this isn’t the first time that damn window has been broken. It seems to be Blaine’s stress reliever. I guess we all have one, but fuck, his sucks.
“Fucking shit . . .” My eyes meet Jax’s from across the room and he just shrugs and brings his lit cigarette to his lips. He’s too used to Blaine’s breakdowns to try stopping them anymore, apparently. “Don’t worry, asshole. Just stay there; I got it.”
Shaking my head, I walk up behind Blaine and grab him by the back of his neck, breaking him free from Porter. “That’s enough.” I tense my jaw and yank the unlit cigarette out of his hand, flicking it at the side of his head. “You’re paying for that shit.”
“Fuck.” Blaine runs a bloodied hand through his hair, before knocking all the drinks off of the table next to him and throwing an unbroken bottle at Porter. “I know, dammit. Don’t I always?”
My attention gets drawn back to Porter’s fucked up ass, when he turns around and wipes his arm across his bloodied face. That’s when I notice that his dick is out.
“What the shit . . .”
I take a step toward Porter, but he throws his arms up and takes a stumble back. “I’m going.” He points at Madison. “Bitch should have kept her mouth shut. She asked for it.” He mumbles some more shit, before swiping his phone from one of the tables and storming out the front door, while reaching to put his dick away.
I turn to Jax to scold him for not pulling Blaine away, and stop dead in my tracks when I see Avalon has now joined them and is looking at the broken window with her hand over her mouth. This is the exact reason why Jax shouldn’t have invited them here tonight in the first place. There are only certain nights that it’s tame enough here to mix the crowds and Jax should have known that.
“What the fuck happened?” I light a cigarette and take a long, deep drag, holding the smoke in for as long as I can, before releasing it. “Don’t everyone jump all at once to fucking talk,” I snap. “Why am I looking at a broken window and why the fuck did Porter have his dick out?”
Jax and Blaine look at each other and smirk. Jax is the first to speak. “Porter doesn’t know what the word no means.” He nods to Blaine. “So he showed his ass what it looks like. He got to him first. It could have been a lot worse. Trust me.”
Blaine reaches for the nearest glass of beer and pours it over his head, before shaking his wet hair out and popping his neck. “He was all up Madison’s ass, trying to dance up on her and get under her skirt. Madison told him to fuck off and that he can’t handle a woman like her, so that motherfucker pulled his dick out and bent her over the bar. I grabbed him up before he could touch her and threw his head through the window. I should have killed his big ass.”
Taking a deep breath, Blaine steps in front of Madison and grabs her face to check her out. “I’m sorry that he even fucking touched you. You alright, babe? I told you to stay next to Jax.”
Madison nods her head and begins telling Avalon that she’s fine and not to worry, when Avalon pulls her away and starts questioning her away from us.
Blaine is exactly like me when it comes to women. He is rough, unfiltered and likes to fuck . . . a lot, but touching a lady when she doesn’t want to be touched is how a man can lose his fucking dick in my bar; that or his fucking life.
“I’ll get the window fixed,” I say as I exhale. I’m not making him pay for it now. Not after knowing why he did it. I would have killed the fucker. He got off easy. I’d rather have a broken window any day over a woman getting sexually abused in my presence. “Good shit, Blaine. You’re lucky you have a good reason this time.” I turn to Jax. “Get Avalon and Madison home safely. They don’t belong here.”
I allow a quick glance in Avalon’s direction, to see her worried expression, before disappearing into my office and breaking the first thing that my hands can touch. This is the last thing I wanted her to be here to witness and the last thing that I needed to have on my mind right now. It brings up too many damn memories.
I sit here in the dark and let my past consume me . . . killing me from the inside out.
Life is a bitch . . . and she has me by the fucking throat
LOOKING COLTON STRAIGHT IN THE face, I say it. The one thing I came here to say. It’s been eating at me since his party, and partially even before that to be honest.
“We need a break, Colton. I’m not happy anymore, with us, and I think you can feel it too.”
Rolling his eyes, he runs his hands over his face in frustration, and then takes a seat on the top of the picnic table. I stare at his overly expensive watch as he exhales deeply and prepares to talk me out of it. I’ve been preparing for this moment for days now, already knowing that he’ll either try talking me out of it or think I’m joking. “Babe, don’t do this. Nothi
ng good ever comes of a break and you know it. It would be stupid of me to allow it. You belong with me. I don’t want a break.”
I purse my lips and watch him as he pulls out his phone and begins to reply to a message, as if it’s the most important thing in the world and can’t afford to wait five damn minutes. “This is my point.”
Standing up, I look down at his fast typing fingers and shake my head in annoyance. “The only thing you seem to care about is your work. There’s no room for me in your busy life and I’m honestly getting worn out just waiting for the right time to make my appearance. If we can’t even sit down and have a ten-minute conversation about our relationship without you pulling out your phone and getting lost in your own little world, then we have a problem. A huge problem, Colton.”
I suck in a deep breath and exhale when he stops typing to look up at me. “You’ve changed, and I hate to admit this, but it’s not for the good. We either take this break or we end it for good; your choice, because I’m not going to sit around and watch you act like a prick anymore. A break is the best option we have at the time. What will it be?”
Colton stands up and grabs my arm, attempting to pull me into his lap, but I stop him. It’s not going to work on me. I’m too fed up at the moment.
“Babe . . .” He sets his phone down. “I know I’ve been sort of a dick lately, but my job can be very stressful. You can’t blame me.”
“Yeah,” I say stiffly. “And so can a shitty relationship. You can’t blame me.”
Closing his eyes, he grips the picnic table and lets the reality of our situation sink in. It takes him a few minutes before he actually turns back to look at me. “Fine. I can handle it for a few weeks, but no more than that, Marie.”
“Avalon,” I spit out. “Damn, you’re good at pissing me off. Come talk to me when you fall off your damn high horse. Hopefully it knocks some sense into you, or at least hits you in the damn balls.” I take a deep breath. “I need to go. I have work to do. Important clients waiting to be seen.” I take off in a hurry, making my way to my jeep.
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