Our tattoo shop was all built and ready for take-off. We had a prospect who wanted to apprentice, and we’d brought in a brother from California, who was an up-and-coming tattoo artist, to run the shop. Zara wanted to learn, so she was going to work reception and see what she could pick up along the way. We were actively looking for a female tattooist and piercer to join the team, and had a shortlist of candidates already. All we needed was for Grid to show his face, choose who he wanted, and we’d be rocking ‘n’ rolling.
The takings at Vortex were through the stratosphere.
We’d taken on a couple more dancers over the New Year, and profits were through the roof. It meant we could open the auto-parts store sooner than anticipated. A few brothers who’d worked in auto mechanics had approached me about opening a small garage where we could do simple stuff like brake checks, oil and tire changes, and simple diagnostics, and it appealed, especially since I loved tinkering with cars and bikes.
I had no complaints.
Even with Aislynn.
Since our ‘teething problems’, we’d gotten along great, but then, I hadn’t seen her much. She’d been down in Denver finishing off her internship, while I’d been up here running the club. The weather hadn't been on our side either, and I wasn’t one for cages, so it had been Aislynn who’d mostly driven up and down the I-25 and I-80, though even then, the time we spent together was always too brief.
I had the boys this weekend, so Ash had arranged time off and driven up for our regular Friday night party. Thug had flown out to Cali to get Rex and Rome and was bringing them back to Rock Springs airport via Denver around lunchtime the next day.
Aislynn was meant to leave before the boys arrived, but I was thinking about asking her to stay. The only thing that held me back was... well... me. I’d never introduced a woman to them before. In fact, they’d never seen me with another woman. I even stayed away from the whores when they were here ’cause I didn’t want them thinking it was more than it was and getting attached.
Bree had a man, and although he was a douche, I’d always kept out of it because he was respectful with my kids. My involvement with them started and ended with our sons, and apart from the generous check I sent her every month to care for them, we had no contact unless there were big decisions to make.
Then, about three months ago, one of the brothers saw Breanna scoring off a dealer he knew, and it wasn’t a bit of bud or a one-off gram of recreational coke. It was smack. I didn’t know if it was Breanna using or if she was scoring for her man, but honestly, I didn’t care. There was no way my boys would grow up in a home where drugs were being used.
The first time I held my sons, I swore to everything holy that they’d never have the childhood I did.
And I meant it.
My stare followed Aislynn, who was dancing around the girls’ table with Zara and Roxie, giggling and being a dork, and I instinctively smiled at how happy she looked. My boys would love her. Rex would play it cool around her and act the big man, while Roman would be a goof and probably develop a giant crush. But they’d both respond to her sweet for sure.
“I like her for you,” Boot declared.
My eyes stayed glued to my woman’s antics as I replied, “Worry about yourself. Fab’s got his eye on Zara; though I gotta say, she looks good tonight.”
“Fuck,” he cursed quietly as Fabio came up behind Zara and slid his arms around her waist.
My lips twitched at the stupid fuck as I watched Fabio plant a kiss on her lips.
A weird noise escaped Boot’s throat.
I caught Aislynn’s eye and jerked my chin at her.
She rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, whispered something to Roxie, and headed over, beaming a smile at me as she approached.
I opened my knees, waiting for her to nestle between them, then almost purred as she ran her fingernails gently over my head. “You havin’ a good time, baby?”
“Yeah,” she breathed.
“You want another drink?”
“No thanks,” she murmured, wrapping her biceps around my neck. “I’m driving home early tomorrow morning. I think I’ll go back to the clubhouse and turn in soon.” She dropped a kiss on my mouth, her eyes dancing with humor. “I’m going to ask Lizzie for a lap dance first.”
My cock thickened, and I growled softly.
Aislynn giggled.
“Cocktease,” I breathed against her lips.
“You betcha,” she breathed back.
“Jesus fuck,” Bootneck griped from beside me. “Can’t be arsed with this PDA shit. See ya later.”
“Was it something I said?” Ash asked the second Bootneck disappeared.
