Lex nodded and helped get Sara up off the ground, taking her back inside the clubhouse.
Vin looked over to me. “What the fuck are you waiting for?” He glared at Semi as he reached him. “You really fucked up, brother, and now that shit’s coming down on us all. Can’t be having that.”
“I know, Prez, I know.” Semi dragged a hand over his head. “Don’t know why I keep doing it to her, fucking love her more than life itself.”
“Sure as shit not showing it,” Vin growled.
I missed the rest of the conversation as I started my bike and pulled out of the clubhouse, heading toward INKslingers and hopefully Nancy. Though after seeing what bitches were like when they flipped their shit like that, I was a little hesitant. Though I didn’t intend on keeping Nancy—just fucking her out of my system. If she’d let me.
I chuckled to myself.
Yeah, she’d let me.
I was motherfucking charming and shit.
~ 8 ~
I managed to park my bike right outside INKslingers, which was good because I wanted everyone to know exactly where I was if they wanted to bring trouble to my door. Plus, I got to see right inside to where Nancy was perched on the edge of a stool looking hot as hell.
I pulled the keys, dragged my helmet off, and hung it from the bars. Miles City was busy today, people walking their dogs and shopping like they were in some big metropolitan city. I looked up and down the street, noticing an unmarked black car with two people sitting inside. They sure as shit wasn’t shopping, so I was guessing that they were tailing me.
I strutted toward them, a huge shit-eating grin on my face, and gave them a friendly wave. The two agents inside looked like they were sweltering in this heat, sweat trickling down the sides of their faces, and somewhere behind their dark-tinted shades I bet they were scowling at me too.
“Hey there,” I drolled. “Nice day for a drive, right?”
The agent behind the wheel turned to look at me, my own reflection in his glasses staring back. “Back away from the vehicle, sir.”
“Sir?” I belted out a loud laugh. “Sir? Fuck me, I ain’t never been called ‘sir’ in all my life. But I like it.” I laughed again. “Thinking of taking a long ride out today, maybe head right into the hills, wind in my face—it’s cooling and shit when it’s so hot out, don’t you think?”
He grimaced, his jaw twitching as he clenched his back teeth.
“All right then, well, I’ll be seeing you.” I winked and turned back the way I’d come, heading back to the tattoo shop. I’d only meant to let them know I was onto them, but by the looks on their faces their A/C wasn’t working. Couldn’t help but taint the dumb fucks.
Should have got back on my bike and ridden back to the clubhouse to warn Vin that I was being tailed, but I couldn’t. Now that I was so close to Nancy, I had to go and see her, speak to her, fucking breathe every inch of her in. She was like an addiction, and I needed a hit because her proximity was killing me.
The bell jangled as I pushed open the door, and I ducked as I walked inside. I saw her right away, sitting at the tall counter, her legs crossed at the ankles as she sat there sketching in a pad. Interesting: she draws.
She looked up, a smile spread on her face, until her gaze caught mine. I held her captive as I strutted forward, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed and her lips parted as I got closer. She looked stunning. Not hot. Not attractive. But stunning.
Her hair was pinned back from her face with just a couple of loose curls hanging down, skimming her pale shoulders. She was wearing a loose strappy top that gave me full view of her collarbones, and I’d be damned if even her collarbones weren’t gorgeous.
“Hey there, darlin’,” I said with a smile, watching a thousand things pass over her face like she was reliving something right in front of me. I hesitated, and just as I was about to speak again, the storm behind her eyes cleared.
“Hey, how can I help you? Skull is busy with a customer right now, but if you’re after a tattoo I can get you in later this afternoon,” she replied, all cool, calm, and professional like she wasn’t squeezing her legs together right then.
She may have preferred women, but there was no denying the attraction between us. My cock twitched in agreement.
“I’m not here for a tattoo, Nancy,” I replied, leaning on the counter so I was close enough that her sweet scent reached me. Fucking hell, she smelled like heaven.
She hesitated. I’d gotten her attention and she had no idea what to do now that her guard was down. Shame, I liked it when she was feisty with me. Gotta love a woman with fire in her belly. Most brothers wanted an old lady that rolled over and did whatever they were told, but not me. I wanted that raw passion that came from when two people were opposing forces. I wanted the fighting and the fucking and the arguing. I wanted the bite marks and scratches, I wanted the tears and the making up. I wanted it all. I just hadn’t realized it until I’d met Nancy.
“Then what are you here for?” she asked, and I could have sworn I heard a tremor in her voice.
“I think you know.” I let my wolfish grin rise higher and I looked down at the drawing in her pad.
Damn, but the woman was fucking talented. Not as talented as me, of course, but she had serious skills. I never thought I’d let a woman ink me up until now, and certainly not with motherfucking flowers, but the sketch she was working on—a huge lotus flower with a skull at its center—would look awesome on my ribcage, the blood from the skull’s mouth trailing down between the petals and down each of my ribs. Couldn’t imagine anything more erotic than Nancy tattooing me with this.
“You do this?” I asked, even though I knew she did.
