She lifted up to look at him. “You do?”
He nodded. “Sturgis. It’s a mandatory run, our national meeting. I can’t get out of it.”
“Oh.”
“I hate I have to leave you.” He brushed the hair back from her forehead, studying her eyes. “You know that, right?”
She nodded. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you, too. First time I’ve ever dreaded the Sturgis run.” He grinned.
She smiled back, teasing, “Maybe if you play your cards right, I’ll still be here when you get back.”
His brows shot up, and he chuckled. “Oh, you better still be here, China Doll.”
She laughed and rested her head back down on his chest.
“Tell me about this tattoo you want to get.”
“Uh-uh. I want it to be a surprise.”
“Who’s gonna do the work?”
“The work?”
“The ink, baby. Who’s doing it?” He glanced down and watched her little brow furrow.
“I hadn’t gotten that far.”
“Well, when you do, I know a guy.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, one of my club brothers.” He lifted his arm, showing her some of his tattoos. “He does all my ink. He used to have a shop. Just does it on the side, now.”
“Will he give me a deal?” she teased up at him.
“Pretty as you are, he’ll probably do it for free.”
“Sold.”
He grinned. “He’s my brother, so he touches you, I’ll kill him. You understand?”
She chuckled. “Got it, honey.”
His eyes suddenly narrowed. “You know, they say tattoos can be addictive. You get one, you’re gonna want another.”
“Hmm.” She glanced down at her chest.
“He’s not tattooing your tits, babe.”
“What’s wrong with a tattoo there?”
“Nothing. They’re fine. On another broad.”
“Why not me?”
He ticked off his fingers. “One, I like your tits just the way they are. Two, nobody touches them but me. Three, my brothers especially don’t touch ‘em.” His brows shot up. “We clear on that?”