Drew glanced around, his smug smirk confirming that his ego had been well and truly stroked. “Careful, boys. There’s a fine line, and y’all are about to cross it by disrespecting my—” He didn’t finish. Stinger was wiping down his right arm as Drew closed his eyes, threw his head back and started panting again. “God, Jesus, fuck me, Tucker. Right there, baby. Uh. Uh. Uh…”
Tate covered his ears and gave the most teenage eye roll I’d ever seen in my life, which only had me laughing harder. When he started to head to the door, I wished him a good day, but the sentiment was drowned out by the chorus of climaxes that had joined in with Drew’s. I could only imagine what a stranger would think if they approached The Hut right then.
Throwing my arms up, I waved them down to quiet the crowd, a smirk pulling at the corners of my lips as I looked around. “Not that Drew’s ego needs much more stroking, y’all, but at least you know he satisfies me. I don’t hear much worship when you’re screwing your girls.” I looked at Drew and winked at him this time. “Seems like you need a few pointers from my man.”
Drew threw his hands up in the air and closed his eyes, his satisfied smile saying it all. “Fuck her like you’re Tucker, boys.”
I covered my face and rocked back in my chair, laughing as the chorus of bullshits came from the guys. The laughter was infectious, and the atmosphere was jubilant. I could imagine this was how it would have been years ago—before Pete had left them and Drew went to jail. When he was at the epicenter of the club like this, he shone. He may have been thrown into his role too young, but he owned his place now. He was where he was always meant to be, and he’d carved out a place for me, too. I fit with them. I tried to give as good as I got, and even the occasional glare from one of the girls didn’t bother me anymore. I was where I wanted to be, where I needed to be, and that was something they had to deal with.
“Do you see what you’ve started?” I laughed out, aiming both hands in Drew’s direction.
“Something tells me you love it as much as I do, darlin’.” He dropped his hands down to the back of the chair and tensed his biceps as Stinger dragged his stool beside him.
“You ready?” Stinger asked, his tone serious but his smile still lingering from the contagious laughter.
“Born ready,” Drew answered, staring straight at me. “Pain me up.”
“Wait,” I said, leaping from my chair and bending to kiss Drew hard, long and so deep my stomach twisted in on itself with the promise of that heated, needy fucking we’d gotten so good at these days. “Okay, now you’re ready.”
I dropped back into my chair and smiled up at him with every ounce of hunger I felt. Still curious about what his next tattoo would be as the other men became rowdy and very loud around us.
Chapter Fifteen
DREW
Ayda winced more than I did during the whole second tattoo process. Her eyes would narrow the more Stinger got lost in concentration, but I was completely relaxed. I could never explain to her how much comfort I found in pain. Getting a tattoo felt like therapy. The only reason I’d never gotten more was because I only put things on my skin that mattered.
She officially mattered.
When Stinger raised his head and leaned away from my bicep, Ayda’s eyes widened. Stinger wiped down the skull of our patch, clearing away the residue until the word ‘President’ was clear for him, her, and everyone in The Hut to see. There was a quiet, collective gasp before my brothers started cheering and clapping with approval. I looked up to find Jedd standing beside me, his arms folded across his chest and that satisfied smirk hiding somewhere beneath his ridiculously long beard. Next to him was Slater, who may as well have had his balls licked, he looked so happy with what he was seeing. Deeks was behind Ayda, giving his approval to Stinger. Then there was Harry who was standing behind the bar, pretending to cough when really I knew the old fucker was swallowing down the emotion he was feeling. Kenny rocked up next,standing on the side of my freshly tattooed arm before he leaned in to inspect it closer.
“Nice work, boss,” Kenny muttered through a half smile.
I was just about to answer him when I saw someone familiar behind him, leaning over. Sloane Sutton had her hands pressed on Kenny’s shoulders and was wearing a curious smile. Kenny quickly cleared his throat and pushed her away carefully, whispering something I couldn’t hear over his shoulder at her. She danced away, telling him she was heading out for the day anyway. What I didn’t expect to see was the sheepish look on Kenny’s face when he turned back to face me.
Raising a brow, I stared at him and remained silent.
“She’s a good kid,” he eventually said, scratching that zigzag eyebrow of his and pretending to concentrate on my new skull tattoo.
“She is.”
“Yeah.”
“Just don’t forget how young she is. And that her father knows how to shoot long range,” I whispered.
“It’s not like that.” With that, he stood straight, pushed his hands into his loose jeans and sauntered over to the bar where Harry was waiting for him with a bottle.
I turned to Ayda whose eyes were fixed on my chest.
“I can’t stop looking atmyname… onyourchest. It’s just…” She tore her gaze from the letters and her eyes met mine. “I love you, too.”
I did my pec dance once, just for her, my smile breaking free as I shrugged a shoulder and leaned over the back of the chair.
“I guess if you ever leave me, I’ll just put an M at thefront and a Y at the back and cryMaydayfor my broken heart. No pressure to stick around if I’m an asshole. Which… I will be.” I smirked.
“Just like I’ll be a paranoid idiot sometimes. You take the good with the bad when you love someone.” Leaning forward, she brushed her lips against mine. There was heat there, but she slowly broke away and smiled again. “Everyone is gonna know you’re mine now, Tucker.”
“Like they didn’t know that already. Haven’t I shown you the pussy whipped tattoo Stinger stamped across my forehead?” I raised the overgrown hair above my brows and widened my eyes. “Only a fool can’t see it.”
