Page 25 of Sexy Beginnings
Chapter Fifteen
Lucy
Today Tracie and I are going shopping for basically everything in Jordan’s house. “So he has nothing, Trace, like I can’t even believe the lack of stuff.”
“Okay, well then this shit might take a couple of days.” We start to laugh as she pulls up to the furniture store. “So what kind of stuff you think you want?”
“Um, maybe leather? I mean all the guys like leather right?” Jordan and I never really had the ‘what type of furniture do you like’ talk.
“Girl, just because he’s in the MC does not mean your house should be all black, red, and leather. However, you also can’t deck that shit out it pink and flowers either.” She smiles at me and we start to walk through the store. “So is Jordan taking you to get a tat?”
“A tattoo? Why would he take me to get one of those?” Thinking about needles anywhere near my skin has me shivering.
“Um, cause he claimed your ass. It’s like an unwritten rule. All the old lady’s get tats for their guys.” I look at her dumbfounded. “I can’t believe he didn’t say anything. He probably thought your virginal mind would implode from everything.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t, Mary. I’m like your Yoda when it comes to this shit. Listen to me, you will. You should totally get one today, the club has a guy they use. I’m texting him.” Before I can object, her phone is out.
“Tracie, I don’t think this is a good idea.” There is no way I can do this. “I mean a tattoo is so permanent.” And needles have always freaked me the hell out.
“Yeah, well so is becomin’ an old lady. You let that boy claim you.” She grins at me. Tracie is so free spirited, and spontaneous. I want to be like her.
I look at her before plopping down on the couch. “I’ll go talk to the guy. No promises.” If you told me four years ago, I’d be with a biker, living with him, and possibly getting a tattoo, I would have told you that you were out of your damn mind. We spend the day picking out couches, kitchen tables, and dressers.
Right after, Tracie drags me to the shop. Walking in, there are framed pictures of tattoos all over the walls. The guy behind the counter is looking down, so I take a minute to look him over. He has two large holes in his ears that hang almost to his shoulders, his eyebrows, nose and lip are all pierced. There is also not very much skin that isn’t decorated on him.What the hell happens when you run out of room?
“Jace, this is Mary.” He looks up.
“Hey, what’s up? What are you girls in for today?” His voice is deep and monotone.
“Mary here needs the old lady special.” She winks at him and my face heats with embarrassment.
“She got ID?”
I totally don’t. I’m saved!
“She doesn’t, do it as a favor to the club?” She leans over the counter, her boobs almost busting out of her v-neck shirt.
“You got it.” He walks toward the back of the shop.
“Follow him, chicken shit.” Tracie nudges me forward.
My nerves are heightened and my entire body is shaking. I want Jordan to be proud of me, I don’t want him to regret choosing me. I hope he appreciates this shit. When I walk into the back of the shop, I see Jace standing in one of the doorways. I walk into the room and sit down into the chair.
“Where do ya want it?”
“Um . . .” I have no idea. I look up at Tracie.
“She wants it right here.” Tracie points to my hip.
I take a deep shaky breath as I see him getting all of the supplies together. My fingernails dig into the soft cushion of the chair. He shows me the design, which is apparently what everyone gets. It’s the club insignia with Jordan’s name under it.
“Ya gotta pull your shirt up and your pants down some.” When he rolls his chair over to me, my heart starts to pound.
He flips a switch and the machine starts to hum. When the needle touches my skin, I yelp. It burns and the burning is creating an aching pain all around the area. I try to slow my rapid breathing, not wanting him to mess up. After a few minutes it isn’t as painful, but every once in a while I’ll groan. This sucks. I lay my head back not able to sit there and watch. I close my eyes trying to transport myself somewhere else, focus on anything else.
After what feels like forever, the machine turns off. “All done.”
