“All of you know that Jessica came into our lives two months ago. She’s been doing a great job at the bakery, which we’re all thankful for.” Everyone cheered and clapped for her. I could see the blush up the back of her neck.
“However, that’s not what I’m most grateful for. I’m grateful that this woman was brought into my world. Someone who I didn’t think existed. She’s become my world and the only one I ever want to wear this.” I pulled the cut out of the bag as she turned around to look at me. Her eyes got teary when she saw the leather cut I held. I took it and wrapped it around her. She slipped her arms into the sleeve holes. She was looking down at it, caressing the leather and looking at her road name on the front. I’d made them add Nymph because she was my nymph. On the back was the usual rockers and the club’s emblem. Hers read Property of Ajax. The thrill of seeing that was unbelievable. She was even more mine, soon to be one hundred percent mine.
She finally looked up and surprised me by jumping up and wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She took my mouth hungrily. I didn’t deny her. I kissed her just as deep. We didn’t stop until the catcalls got too loud to ignore.
I pulled back and whispered to her, “I love you, Jessica.”
She whispered back to me, “I love you, too, Kellan.” I sighed as I set her down. Much more of this and I would be carting her off to my room. I knew she’d want to show it to the ladies, but after she was done, we were going to enjoy her cut. I had visions of her on my bed wearing nothing but it. I adjusted the growing erection in my pants.
The ladies all came over and were admiring her cut. I went to the bar to grab a beer. The guys all came up to congratulate me. I knew I was the one who’d made out. To have a woman like Jessica love me was unbelievable. I’d been a dumb guy thinking partying and easy pussy on tap was happiness. I was wrong. It was having my club and one woman you knew loved only you. One who could satisfy you on all levels.
After everyone settled down, I went back to my woman. I tugged her out of her chair and then sat down with her on my lap. Bull, Ace, and Rebel did the same. Some of the single guys had come over to the table.
“Baby, I wanted to ask you if you’d get a tat with me.” She gave me a wide-eyed look. I waited to see if she’d say no. Not everyone was into them, though I knew she was fascinated with the ones I had.
“The same one? And where would we go to get one done?” At least it wasn’t an outright no.
“It would be similar. I want to have my name on you, babe, and your name on me. The location is up to you. Good news is that Payne here can do it. He’s done most of our ink. In fact, we’re talking about opening a tattoo shop. He would manage it.” She swung her head around to Payne.
“You did most of his? Including that dragon on his back?” she asked him. Payne nodded. She looked back at me.
“When do you want to do this? I’d love to have a tat that matches yours, honey.” She kissed me. I groaned as I took it deeper. A throat clearing broke us apart. She gave me a sheepish smile.
“Enough of that. We need to get this started. I can’t wait to get my hands on all that virgin skin,” Payne said. I gave him a glare. I knew he was only trying to rile me, but he would enjoy tatting her skin. It was free of any tats or scars. She’d make a beautiful canvas.
“It’s whenever Jessica is ready.”
“Can we do it now? Or if not, this weekend? I’d really love one. I love all the ones you guys have and have wanted one for years. I just never knew who to go to and not get left with something I hated.”
Payne stood up. “Give me half an hour, and I can be ready. Just want to make sure I have the room set up. Then you two come on back. We can get this knocked out today.” Jessica clapped her hands and gave him a huge smile. I hated to admit it kind of made me jealous. I wanted her to only look at me like that. I kept it to myself.
Devyn spoke up excitedly, “I’m so jealous, Jess. I want a tat, but I need to wait until after the baby is born. Mom, do you want one and what about you, Madisen?”
We looked at Jocelyn. Though she was only in her thirties and looked younger, she was the matriarch of the club. I didn’t know if I saw her with a tat or not. She surprised me.
“I already have one drawn out. As soon as the twins are born, I was going to have Payne do it. Bull told me he was the guy to see. He also does piercings if you want that. In all kinds of places.” She grinned when she said it. Bull growled.
“Woman, don’t be talking about piercing anything or I’ll be dragging your ass off. That thought makes me hard.” Jocelyn just laughed at him. The rest of us grinned.
Jessica looked at Madisen. “What about you, Mad?”
“I’d like to get one. Not sure where or what yet. Like these two, I have to wait until after the baby is here, so not until after March.”
We spent the wait time just talking about different types of tats. Payne came out when he was ready, and we followed him back. I had her sit down on the chair. He looked at us.
“Any thoughts on the design?” he asked us. I looked at Jessica. She gave him a shy smile.
“Actually, I wondered what you thought of something like this.” She took a piece of paper off Payne’s desk and started to sketch. We watched as she effortlessly drew a beautiful calligraphy style tattoo with my name in the middle. It was surrounded by curls and other ornate swirls, but it wasn’t overly feminine. It was all done in black and gray scale. It would look great on a man or a woman. When she was done, she handed it off to us. We both stared at it and then back at her.
“It doesn’t have to be this one. I know you probably draw much better. But I liked something like this when I saw it online,” she told us quickly.
“Babe, this is great. I had no idea you could draw. This is beautiful and I love the design. I want this with your name on it.” I looked at Payne. “I want one on my shoulder blade and the other over my heart, I wanted that heart with thorns I showed you with her name in it.”
“You’re getting my name twice?”
“Yeah, baby. I want to be sure everyone knows I’m yours. Where do you want this one on you?”
“I thought of the shoulders, then decided not to go there. I’d like it along my lower back. I think you call it a tramp stamp.” She grinned as she said it. I was stunned to know she knew what that was. Any tat on the low back of a woman was called a tramp stamp. Silly, but it was what had stuck, but more than tramps had tats there.