Chapter 93 Whatever you want...
Lia
I watched Owen while he helped me put the protective coat on the paintings for my club project. He was on the sixth one out of nine. He was being really careful with this one.
“You all right over there?” I asked him.
“This is really beautiful, cupcake. It looks just like a photo. Could you make me a smaller one? I want to hang it in my dressing room at Slick Willies. Maybe an eight by ten?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“When will you finish the others?” he asked.
“I have three left, so by Sunday. I want to give them to the club on family day.”
“Two days is enough time?” he wondered.
“They’re just sixteen by twenty. I could do all three today if I pushed. But Beast and I have plans with Torque at the tattoo place.”
“That’s right. He is getting your name put on his nice chest. I think it’s sweet. Hex said we’re doing the same thing. It’s what you do when you’re committed. Doc has a little raven on his arm. He told me the other day he’s having it covered up. He showed me the big piece on his back, a full moon with a bright red rose in the center, and written across it in pretty letters, the name Lorinnda Luna Rose. Lori was his first Old Lady, his real love, he said. She died from ovarian cancer four years ago.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that. That’s so sad for Doc. And then to end up with that awful woman… I wonder why he made her his Old Lady?”
“Hex said Raven got pregnant with Doc’s baby. He made her his Old Lady, but she lost the baby not long after. They tried to make it work, but like we heard, she cheated. Okay, I am finished.”
“Thank you for the help. I’m going to finish the last three tomorrow morning and get them sealed so everything is ready for Sunday afternoon. You ready for all the partying tonight?”
“I am. I think I’m getting hooked. I swear, I never thought I was the type to like watching, but seeing those tight backsides working as they push into the club girls… ugh. And all that muscled skin. I swear, either Hex or my ass gets a serious pounding every Friday night.”
I laughed out loud. But honestly, I agreed. I never thought watching would get me so worked up. I was always wet by the time Beast and I got to it.
I waved goodbye to Owen as he left, and I cleaned up my things. I covered the paintings and left my studio to go take a shower.
After a fast shower, I put on some blue linen capris and a white, loose sleeveless top. It was a little thin, so I wore a hot pink bralette under it. I finished with some nude wedge sandals and my property vest. I did a french braid in my hair, put on some mascara and eyeliner, some cherry chapstick, and I was good to go. I walked into the common area and saw Kiki and Myla having a drink at the bar, talking with Taylor and Jake.
“Hi, Lia,” Kiki said, waving when I walked in.
“Hey, Kiki. Hi, Myla. Hi, Taylor. Jake,” I said, my voice flat when I greeted him. He always gives me nasty looks when I see him. I do not know what I did to him, but I must have done something.
“You look really cute. Going somewhere special?” Myla asked.
I really liked these two club girls. They were always nice and polite to me. And they never tried anything with Beast, even though I knew Kiki was someone Beast used to be with regularly before we got together.
“Beast and I are going to the tattoo place today.”
“Oh, are you getting his name tattooed on you?” Kiki squealed. She clapped her hands, excited.
“Um, I am not sure. I know he is getting mine on him.”
“Of course you would not do the same. Would not want to mess up your pretty skin, would you. The guy is willing to claim you as his Old Lady, and he does not even know who you really are,” Jake snapped at me.
“What did you say? Who I really am? Jake, you do not even know me.”
“Yeah, Jake. What the fuck? Why would you say that to her, and in that tone? You better hope Beast does not find out you are talking to her like that,” Kiki hissed at him.
Jake made a rude sound. “She does not look familiar to you, Kiks?” Jake asked.
Kiki looked at me, then at Jake. “No.”
“Do we know each other, Jake?” I asked, confused.
“No, we do not know each other. But I know you, and I know you are a cheater,” he growled, and then he marched off into the kitchen.
“What the hell?” Myla said.
“He must have me confused with someone else. I have no clue what he is talking about. I have never cheated on anyone or anything in my whole life.”
“He acts like a jealous boyfriend. You are sure you two never went out? Like, a long time ago?” Taylor asked.
“No. I have only ever been with one man before Beast. And he was no prize. So I do not know what Jake is going on about.”
Right then the clubhouse door opened and my big, handsome man walked in.
“Hey, Sunshine,” he said, with a huge smile.
He came over to me and pulled me into his arms. He gave me a long, deep kiss before looking at the others with us.
“Hey, Kiki, Myla. Hey, Prospect. I need two bottles of water.” Taylor turned and got water for Beast from the little fridge behind the bar.
“Where is Jake? Is not he supposed to be with you, Taylor? You two should be getting things ready for tonight.”
“Um, he just left. We are done getting ready. Actually, the girls and I were about to go for groceries. Kiki is making her famous pull apart cheesy garlic bread tonight. And Myla is making her better than sex cakes.”
“Fuck yes! I love that garlic bread. And that cake is amazing. Thanks, ladies. We invited the Shadow Goblins MC and the NYC Roadsters tonight, so make sure you get enough for everyone. Also, see if they have potstickers and egg rolls. Get enough for three hundred people. Do you have enough money?” he asked Taylor.
“Butcher gave me the club card.”
“Okay, good. You will probably need to hit a few stores to find that many potstickers and egg rolls. Get plenty of sweet chili and soy sauce, too.”
“You got it, Beast,” Taylor said. I thought I saw a bit of hero worship in his eyes.
We said our goodbyes. Beast helped me put on my helmet and then kissed my nose after telling me how cute I looked. A few minutes later, we left on his Harley Fatboy. The rumble of the bike felt really good. Not only did it get me excited, but it was like a massage for my backside. Ever since I let Beast take me that way, he has done it every night. I was getting used to it, and I was shocked by how much I liked it. I found myself during the day, while he was at work, thinking about it. I never thought I would enjoy it so much.
I shifted behind him, and I felt his stomach muscles move as he laughed. So to get back at him for laughing, I lifted his t-shirt and ran my hands all over his stomach and chest. Then I played with his nipple rings. He let out a low sound as I tugged on them. It made me laugh, how sensitive his nipples were.
About ten minutes after leaving the club, we stopped in front of a big brick building with a large graffiti sign that said LOC Ink. Tattoos and Piercings. Next to that sign was one that said LOC Security. From the building across the street came the loud noise of drills, clanking, and laughter. A sign on that building said LOC Mechanics. Bikes, Trucks, Cars and RVs.
“I am guessing LOC means Lords Of Chaos, and that you guys own all these places,” I said to Beast as I took off my helmet.
“You got it, Sunshine. We have the tattoo place, the mechanic shop, and the security business. We put in security systems for half of New York City.”
“That is impressive,” I said. We walked into the tattoo shop holding hands and were met by Torque.
“You two ready?” he asked, taking us to the back where he had everything prepared.
“Yeah, me first. Mine will be quick,” Beast said. “Baby, what is your middle name?”
“Marie. Why?”
“Because I am putting ‘Lia Marie’ on my skin.”
I felt my face get hot. I did not think he was actually going through with this. I was starting to feel really happy about the idea. I was smiling so big. I watched as Torque quickly put my name on Beast. It was over so fast, and Beast did not even blink.
“Okay, Sunshine, your turn. You are sure about this now?” Beast asked.
“Yes,” I said, feeling excited as I hopped into the tattoo chair after Torque cleaned it. They both laughed at me.
“Okay, baby, lift your shirt for him,” Beast said.
I bit down on my bottom lip, nervous as I pulled my shirt up. Torque had never seen my scars. The quick sound of his breath made me close my eyes.
“Okay,” Beast began. “I want a paint brush, with blue and white stripes on the handle. Then do the bristles in a watercolor style with red, purple, and light blue, with a long paint stripe in the same colors going over the fork scars. Then for the cigar burns, do the outline of a painter’s palette around them. In each burn scar, fill three of them with the light blue, red, and purple, and the last two with black and gold.”
My eyes filled with tears as I listened to Beast explain the tattoos he thought of. He really understood me. What he was describing was perfect.
“I want a white ‘B’ in the black circle. Then in the other ones, use black ink to spell out my road name.”
“That is really fucking creative,” Torque said.
“There is one more area we need you to do. Sunshine, can you open your pants?”
Quietly, I did what he asked. He helped me lower them just enough to show the top of my pubic area.
“I am going full possessive here, all right, Angel?” Beast said, his voice low.
“Whatever you want, Beast. I trust you and I love you,” I whispered. And I did. I felt so much for him that I would do anything he asked. I was that kind of woman, but I also knew he would never ask me to do something I did not want.
“Right here, in big black block letters, I want ‘CAMERON’S’.”