Wolf: SBMC Maryland, стр. 3
“I mean, those jeans are way too fuckin’ big and why would you want to hide all this?” As flattered as I am, my body has always been something that bothered me. I wasn’t always as thin as I am now. In fact, some months I’m a lot bigger. My weight has always yo-yoed in that aspect. I don’t have a response for him, so I don’t even try. His hands touch my thigh and I gasp at the contact.
“I think we can make somethin’ pretty fuckin’ amazin’ on here. You have a preference of color or black and grey?” I shrug as he pulls back moving toward the counter.
“Nope. You can just surprise me.”
“You know this is gonna take more than just one session, yeah?”
“That means I get to see you again? I’m in.” He laughs again and fuck, why does he have to do that?
“Alright then. Hop on up,” he says nodding toward the chair. I close my eyes and inhale deeply. I keep my comments to myself since I was about to ask on the chair or him. Maybe I’m being inappropriate. I climb into the chair and lay on my side. His workspace is already set up aside from the ink.
“I’m thinkin’ we’ll work with black and grey first. Add little splashes of color later on. What do you think?” I look back over at him and smile.
“I’m open to new things.”
“I bet you are,” he grumbles under his breath. I smirk and watch him set out his blacks before he rolls his chair back over next to me. He preps my hip and then his gloved hand is there.
“You ready?” I nod and close my eyes as the sound of the gun lulls me.
Three
Wolf
“You shittin’ me?” Gauge asks while Dez wraps her arms around his neck.
“No. She was all sexual and shit. You should have seen it,” I chuckle, taking a long pull from my beer.
“Better not tell Lauren.”
“Tell Lauren what?” Jesus fuck. I don’t need her screaming tonight. I’ve had a long day and I don’t want to listen to that shit. I can feel the headache coming on already.
“Nothin’. How was your day?” I ask trying to change the subject. She isn’t going to let this go.
“It wasn’t nothing. What are you talking about, Wolf?” She stomps her foot and I roll my eyes. Lauren is something else. I met her at the shop one night when she came in with her friends. She was too damn proper and prim, and I wanted to filthy her up. She’s stuck around ever since but each day that she comes by the clubhouse is another day I regret most of my decisions with her.
“I said it was nothin’, Lauren. Fuck!” She looks down at where I’m sitting and makes one of the most hateful faces I’ve ever seen. I hate when she does that.
“Keep your secrets, Wolf. You always do,” she snaps before turning and stomping toward the back.
“Guess she’s spendin’ the night, yeah?” Sly chuckles. I flip him off and grab another beer.
“She’s gettin’ too comfortable,” I grumble.
“Is that it or you just find somethin’ else you wanna fuck?” Shaft asks. I flip him off too.
“Fuck all of you,” I grumble.
“Gotta ask Lauren for your cock back first,” Shaft adds laughing.
“Don’t you have a kid to get home to?” I snap at him. He laughs harder and nods his head.
“That I do. Look, you asked her to marry you, yeah? There’s gotta be some kind of feelin’s there.”
“I don’t know that I was in my right mind when I asked her that. If I was then I completely fucked myself.” It isn’t a lie. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Lauren is a nice girl, just not a girl for me. I care about her but the more I think about it, I know I don’t love her. Never have and it’s doubtful that I ever will. In fact, I’m probably going to sound like the biggest asshole here, but I basically only asked her to marry me so that she’d shut up and fuck me that night.
“Just break it off,” Gauge says.
“He’s right. Don’t string her along, Wolf. If you really don’t want to be with her, just send her ass packing,” Dez says. I smirk at her.
“Would you walk away if he told you that?”
“Hell no, but I’m an asshole,” she smirks at me. I shake my head and shove out of the chair before stalking down the hallway. Shoving the door open to my room, I step in and stop. Lauren stands with her back to me, her blonde hair hanging just past her shoulders. My cock hardens as I take her in. She’s gorgeous, that was never a question, but she isn’t what I need. I should let her go but I’m selfish as fuck.
“You waitin’ on me?” I ask huskily as I slowly make my way over to her, stripping out of my clothes as I go. Lauren turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, her long lashes fluttering as if she doesn’t know what she’s doing to me.
“What were you talking about out there?” She asks but her tone is sexual. She’s flirting with me and I almost like it.
“Nothin’ that concerns you,” I tell her as I run my fingers up her side watching how she shivers.
“Why do you like keeping secrets, Wolf?”
“I’m not. It just doesn’t concern you.” She leans back into my touch, her head resting on my chest. I almost want to bend her over and take her right here and now, but I can feel the way she tenses. “What the fuck is it now, Lauren?”
“We’ve been engaged for almost a year, Wolf. When are we getting married?” Fuck! I should have saw this coming. I should have known she would bring this up. Leaning down, I press a kiss to her neck, but she pulls away grabbing her clothes off the bed.
“What are