“Yeah? You didn’t find the ‘vampire guy’ hot then?”
Well, damn. I wasn’t sure how to answer that one, so I paused for a moment and he groaned.
“Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have brought you here. I don’t want you getting horny for him. I can’t compete with… withthat.”
I slapped his arm, leaning my head back on his shoulder, so I could just about see him.
“Maybe it was a little hot with him swanning around like a shadow man, but that whole thing about claiming whoever sits on his motorbike is kinda creepy.”
Henley laughed again, kissing my temple.
“Sweetheart, that’s just standard with bikers. You get on our rides, you’re saying you want us. That’s-”
“But you took me on yours before I made any such decision!” I blurted, sitting up so I could turn and glare at him properly. His grin didn’t disappear though, the bastard.
“What can I say? You claimed me that first day, but I thought I’d be a gentleman.”
“Henley!”
He shrugged. “I wasn’t thinking you’d be wanting me, and you needed help. That’s the only time it’s not a claim, but it’s rare for that to happen. Glory, I’m just messing with you. All your choices are yours, I promise.”
I leaned back against him, giving in because I knew he was being honest. He’d never have forced some stupid arbitrary rule I hadn’t even known about, but now that I was absorbing what it meant, I was realising that Ihadclaimed him in my own way.
“Who does the club ink? I like the tats the other ladies have.”
He nuzzled my hair again. “I was going to get Rocket to chat with you, actually. If you wanted to get back to that, I mean. He’s doing the club ink, but he also handles all the spray work on our rides. He’d probably be open to talking about that stuff with you. Might even have spare kit you could practice with.”
I sighed, wishing it was that easy. I hadn’t touched any form of art since Sean told me that tattoos were for whores and thugs, and nobody cares about art, because they can just use digital programs to do their own. It made it sound pretty pointless to me, or at least the me he’d created.
“I haven’t done any of that stuff for so long. I couldn’t risk trying to tattoo someone.”
“Use me.”
I sat up again, frowning at him as I turned in his lap.
“I might mess it up. You’d be stuck with crap ink.”
He shook his head, booping my nose for reasons neither of us understood as he shook his head at himself and lowered his hand.
“I’d be the proud owner of Glory art, and I’d happily show it off.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
It was so weirdthat we’d kind of decided to be together, and yet, we’d had sex once, and mostly just snuggled together at nights. Was it because we’d been friends first? Was it somehow making things better, or was it getting in the way of us being more? I was confused as hell, and distracted the whole way to the clubhouse the next morning, which wasn’t exactly conducive to staying safe on the roads, with all the assholes taking risks to get to wherever the hell they’re going five minutes faster, because apparently that’s more important than getting there alive.
Glory also had the fucking nightmare again last night, and I was losing my mind over it, because how the hell could I help her if she couldn’t get past how he’d hurt her?
“Prospect?” Micro grabbed my arm and dragged me to his office, closing the door with his foot as he guided me into the chair.
“You rode here like this?”
“Huh?”
He slapped the back of my head, which admittedly helped to shift a little of the fog, and then he shoved a black coffee in front of me.
“You hungover, or is this something else?”
He sat on his desk, narrowly avoiding kicking me in the shins as he did so. He looked worried though, so I didn’t bother bantering, and gave it to him straight.
