No matter what, I needed to keep my family safe.
Even if it risked my own life to do it.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
“Ithink I want to go get a tattoo today,” I said to Indy as I sat across the bar, watching her wipe down the counter.
The day was still young—it was only six and after last night I felt like I needed a little me time. A tattoo sounded like the perfect way to squeeze in a little self-care.
Cain had come down to the bar a while after the Sinners’ meeting ended and spent the night kicking back whiskey until we were slow enough for me to take him upstairs. He had a good buzz going, and instead of picking up where we’d left off earlier, I tucked him into his bed and crawled in beside him.
Stress rolled off him in waves as we laid in bed and he filled me in on the meeting. He was hesitant at first to tell me everything, but eventually, thanks to the liquor, he fessed up. It bothered me that Cain was worried about this other MC, but the last thing he needed was for me to seem fearful. It’d just add another layer of pressure, and he didn’t need to worry about me anymore than I knew he already was.
Once he’d gotten everything off his chest, his features turned from tumultuous to lust. As he smashed his lips to mine and rolled on top of me, our movements became frenzied. We both rushed to pull my underwear down enough for him to push inside.
He fucked me deeply, roughly, and frantically, his body telling me what his words wouldn’t convey about the things he was keeping locked inside.
His hands roamed my body, but there was nothing tender about his touch. He was possessive and greedy—clinging to me like I was his lifeline—and though I never wanted to be responsible for another person like that, never wanted to feel like they needed me for anything, I didn’t shy away from it. In fact, it spurred me on, and I wanted to give him everything he needed from me.
When we came, we came together, and even though we’d fucked hard and fast, I’d never felt closer to him.
It scared me.Hescared me. But he also made me feelsoalive.
“What would you get?” Indy asked, tossing the bar towel onto her shoulder. She leaned against the counter, giving me her full attention. “And where are you putting it?”
“Why do you have to ask hard questions?” I quipped, not having an answer for her. I thought for a couple of seconds, my lips pursing. Grinning, I told her, “Maybe I’ll get your name tattooed on me.”
“Or you could get mine.” Warm lips pressed against my neck, kissing the soft flesh before skating up to my ear. “Put it right along your inner thigh.Fuck, that makes me hard just thinking about it.”
Indy scrunched her nose.
Shaking my head, I pushed him off me. “Down, boy. I’m not getting your name tattooed on me. Not now, not ever. So get that idea out of that thick skull of yours.”
Reaching into the back pocket of my jeans, I pulled my phone out and opened a new text message, wanting to see if my artist, Ramon, could even squeeze me in today.
I turned back to Indy after I sent the text. “I’m thinking I want the night sky across my back. A bunch of small stars to symbolize Andromeda. The moon. That sort of thing. I’m making it sound ugly, but Ramon will make it amazing.” I shrugged.
“I think it sounds beautiful,” Indy complimented. “I hope your guy can get you in! You deserve a night off.”
“Oh, speaking of time off, the Sinners are having a family barbeque on Sunday if you want to come in earlier than your shift and hang out with us. Guy Fieri over here is going to be grilling all day, so there should—in theory—be tons of food. Then again, the Sinners are pigs, so you should probably show up early in the night to eat.”
I tossed a glare at Cain, who shrugged.
“What can I say? We’re growing boys.” He laughed, bending slightly to trail kisses up and down my neck again.
“You’re a bunch of grown ass men…”
“Exactly. We like to eat.” He reached down and cupped my pussy through my jeans. “Speaking of, let's go to your office. I’m starving.”
The pressure from the seam of my jeans and Cain’s hand sent a spike of arousal through my clit, and my hips rocked slightly into his hand, chasing more of his touch. By then Indy had walked away, and since her back was toward us, I let him keep rubbing me through my pants.
Warmth bloomed through my body and I had to bite down on my tongue to keep from moaning aloud. I let my head fall back against Cain’s shoulder. His hand moved upward, his fingers pushing past the waistband as he shoved his hand inside. Arching my back, I ground my ass into his crotch, his cock hard behind his jeans.
This was so fucked up to do with Indy in the same room, but I found it really difficult to care once Cain’s rough palm pressed against my clit and his finger dipped inside me.
I was about to suggest that wedogo to my office when my phone rang. Picking it up off the bar, I saw my tattoo artist calling, and pulled Cain's hand out of my pants as I connected the call.
“Hey, Ramon,” I answered. “How are you?”
