Page 24 of Royal Sons MC

“It’s a beautiful piece. Too bad you got it for revenge,” Lincoln said, getting up and walking away.

Lux came over to the woman. “Here you go. Now, let me explain to you about aftercare.”

Tymber looked to the back, then at Ivy. Shit, he didn’t want to leave Link in a fucked up state. They all had demons they fought. He knew more than anyone how screwed up things could get.

“I got this.” Ember stood up. His hands were no longer covered in gloves. The man he’d been tattooing was shrugging into a T-shirt. “I’ll see you in six to eight weeks for your next session, man. That tat is looking fucking badass.”

“You’re a genius, Ember.” He handed over some cash, walking out without looking back.

Lux held the door open for the woman and man. She strode toward the back, following Ember, leaving Tymber with Ivy.

“Well, that was quite the shitshow,” Tymber said, coming to stand between Ivy’s legs where she sat on the bed.

She looped her arms over his shoulders. “I liked seeing how you all were ready to have your friend’s back.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in snugly with his body, loving how she automatically wrapped those long legs of hers around his hips. “He’s my brother,” he said.

Ivy gave a little tug, bringing his head down to hers. “You’re sexy when you get all protective.” She nipped at his lips.

He groaned. “You’re sexy when you breathe.”

“Ah, you two going to get nekkid and do it on the table? Asking for a friend,” Ember said, strolling into the room while tossing an apple in the air. He caught it in one hand, then bit into it, letting the juice run down his chin.

“You’re such a voyeur,” Lux muttered.

“And?” Ember asked.

“Just pointing out an observation.” Lux moved back to her spot at the front of the store. “But, if you two are going to do it, I suggest you wipe that table down really good. You never know what might’ve spilled on there. I think Ember may have slept there...and had a naughty dream earlier.” She moved her hand up and down in a jack-off motion, then made it as if an explosion occurred, sound effects and all.

“I did no such thing. Take it back,” Ember hollered, his apple half-eaten sticking out of his mouth, making the words garbled.

“Link, was Ember snoring and moaning on Tymber’s station earlier this morning?” Lux asked.

Tymber turned to see his other best friend stop in his tracks, looking at Ember, Lux, then him, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. “Listen, I’m not one to tell a lie, so I’m just going to go and clean up my station. I’m done for the day.”

“I rest my case.” Lux did her jackoff motion and explosion imitation again, making Ember toss the apple core toward her before he growled fuck you.

“You sure you want me to tattoo you here? I can take my kit back to my place and do it there?” The thought of inking her where there was a bed and no spectators had him itching to reach for his keys.

“Alright, I’m out,” Ember announced. “Don’t mourn my leaving, you two. I’ll see you both tomorrow, maybe the next day. I’m sure I’ll see you before either of you miss me.” Ember leaned over Tymber and kissed Ivy on the cheek, jumping backward to avoid Tymber punching him.

“Lock up,” Lux said, strolling out after the other two, leaving Tymber and Ivy alone.

“Fuck, I didn’t think they’d ever leave.” He ran a finger down her cheek a few times, wiping away the trace of Ember, at least in his mind.

“Hmm, whatever shall we do now?” She leaned into his touch.

Tymber looked toward the enormous front windows and the passing cars. “Hold that thought.” He went through the motions of closing up, locking the door, and pulling the huge gate across, then realized her bike sat out front. “Let’s move your bike out back. We have a private entrance where we all park.”

Ivy hopped down, hurrying to move her bike around. He finished locking up, meeting her at the back door, his tattoo equipment already in the apartment, ready for him to use. “Come on,” he said, taking her hand.

The small apartment they kept wasn’t anything extravagant, but it was comfortable and fitted with the thought of big men in mind. He led Ivy through the door, engaging the security system. “Did you decide on which design you wanted?” he asked once they were settled at the dining room table.

Ivy pointed at the design that had the sugar skull incorporated with the semi-colon design. He was going to add it to the words he’d already inked onto her ribs, making it the ending to her words. Only it wasn’t the ending to her story, but rather a new beginning.

“Will you be able to do a sugar skull that small?” she asked, looking at the design.

Tymber raised a brow. “I won’t be putting a lot of filigree into the design, but enough to make the skull feminine and you. You trust me?”

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