Page 35 of Ink's Devil

Shit. This could work out. While I’ve been coming around to the idea of Beth riding behind me, beside me has just as good a ring to it.

“What you thinking of getting, Beaver?”

While Liz and Beaver discuss models that the prospect might be considering, I turn away leaning my back against the bar. Sheila spies me and sashays over. When she’s up close, her fingernails gently rake down my face.

“Want to have some fun?”

I remove her hand. “Not tonight, darlin’.”

Lizard must have finished his discussion with the prospect in time to witness me sending Sheila away. “Think I’ll have me some of that if you don’t want it. You feeling okay? Or have you just been serviced in town?” His eyebrows lift up and down suggestively.

“Yes, and nope. In that order.”

His mouth drops open.

We live on the wild side which means making use of the sex on tap. Not often that a brother’s not feeling it. I’m not surprised when I feel the back of his hand on my brow.

When I slap it away, he tells me, “You feel a bit heated there, Brother. Why don’t you have a chat with Rusty? May have an infection if your cock doesn’t work.”

He’s faster than he looks, and my fist, aimed for his stomach hits only air. Though he certainly doesn’t miss my raised middle finger as I walk off to the stairs. I hear his bellowed laughter ringing out behind me.

For the next couple of days, I find myself in a quandary. I want to see Beth, but I don’t. Just for a fuck, of course, as I could do with one and I promised I wouldn’t go near a whore. Seeing her would ease my itch, suspecting as I do it wouldn’t be difficult to persuade her back into my bed. But meeting up again so soon might suggest I couldn’t stay away from her.

Problem is, I’m finding it hard keeping my distance. As that’s unlike me, I do the extremely unmanly thing and take a few moments out of my day to analyse my strange thoughts.

The night of Ro’s wedding I’d used my normal ploy, explaining to a civilian bitch that I’ve nothing to offer her except for my cock, and that she was only getting once. Beth had told me that was all she had wanted. I wouldn’t have touched her had I not believed she’d meant it.

At the time I think we had both been completely honest, but can our wants change? Could I really yield to this craving inside me, and admit it’s her I want to see again, and for more than just to get my dick wet. Has the unthinkable happened and I’ve started to feel something other than just sexual appreciation for her? Or am I, as Lizard suggested, coming down with the flu.

If I am skirting around the word relationship that would normally give me hives, would she be on the same page? I can’t see her as the type of woman who just wants me as a temporary fuck friend, but can I be sure? I bang my hand against my head. Christ, that would be some retribution if my feelings for her are stronger than ones she’d reciprocate. What a joke if I find a bitch I’d consider claiming, and she were to throw it back in my face?

Surprised at the direction of my thinking, glancing downward, I check my cock is still there, and that my balls are still attached to my body. Wouldn’t surprise me with the thoughts going through my head that they’ve fallen off and I’ve grown a vagina.

I make a concerted effort to stop thinking about her and pick up the paint gun to continue my work instead.

Tuesday I nearly fold but, after a fight with myself, find some resolve and don’t get on my bike and ride to see her. I can’t, however, prevent myself picking up my phone and tapping out a text.

Ink: What you doing Friday?

Beth: Sounds like I’m seeing you.

She got that from a four-word text?Amused, I have a vision of her giggling at her presumptuousness.

Ink: Fucking right you are.

Beth: Can’t wait. Oh, and go commando.

I roll back on my bed, laughing like a loon.

Ink: Babe, I’m not that easy.

Beth: Yes, you are.

I decide I can’t argue and leave it at that. Never laughed so hard at just a few line texts. Is that why brothers have hooked up with old ladies? Because not only do they make them feel good in bed, but they also brighten their lives out of it.

Thinking of her predictably makes my cock perk up. I take myself in hand, realising it’s not just the pledge I’d made that’s keeping me away from the whores. It’s like Beth is the juiciest steak and I’ve no desire for cheap burgers anymore. Closing my eyes I summon up a vision of the only woman it seems that I want and soon I’m shooting my load, only just refraining from shouting her name out loud.

Wednesday passes the same as any other day. I service a couple of cars, jealously eyeing the bikes Pyro’s working on, then scrub the oil off of my hands, shower, throw on a fresh tee shirt then walk into church.

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