Page 90 of Stitch
He rolled his eyes and shoved me back.
“I wanted to do a stitching design around her tat, brother, that’s all. I’ve already done the club member version once today. I was looking forward to the variety of doing something different.”
Despite my frustration, his words made sense. It probably got boring doing the same shit twice, but it didn’t mean that I’d let him touch her for a tattoo, or otherwise.
“Why don’t you add the silhouette of a dog, just off the side?”
“A fucking dog? You don’t have a fucking dog. What the hell for?”
I shot Camille a sly wink.
“It’s a private joke.” She frowned at me for a moment, then her mouth dropped open and she slapped at my arm.
“Don’t you bloody dare! I’m still dying of shame.”
“I don’t want to know, brother. Never tell me.”
Cammy
Iguess I’d haveto get used to the caveman thing, because if he was going to be like this every time we were around his brothers, it was going to be a regular thing.
Yes, I’d wanted Has-Been to do my tattoo, because his work on Lissa’s was stunning, but Rocket was doing a lovely job of my tat, even though it hurt like a bitch.
Has said Lissa had struggled to stay still, and it made perfect sense to me now. The tattoo wasn’t exactly small, and I was stretched in an awkward position to give him access to my hip.
“Asshole thinks I can’t make a tat pretty or some shit,” Rocket muttered, making me smile.
“As if he’s the only one who thought of adding fucking stitches…”
Has was too absorbed in what he was doing to respond, but I knew he heard him, because he smirked in response. Stitch looked like he wasn’t having a design painfully etched into his body, sipping calmly from his beer, and winking at me every time I looked at him.
“Loving my fucking name on you, babe. Right where uh…” He trailed off, but we both knew what he was referring to, and there was no way I wanted Rocket to know what had been covering my skin before we came down to the party.
“Shut it. Why aren’t you in pain, you twisted bastard?”
“It’s nothing. A little tickle, that’s all.”
“Remind me to tickle you later then.”
He laughed, beckoning at me cheekily.
“Bring it, babe.”
The party was going on around us, and everyone seemed happy and relaxed, especially Reacher and Alicia, who looked like they were top of the world. How the hell had anyone in this club decided they didn’t deserve this? Assholes.
“Hey,” I leaned closer to Stitch, and Rocket cursed.
“Stay still, love, you don’t want me to make a mess of this. It’s kinda permanent, yeah?”
I held up a hand. “Sorry. Can I just move a bit? My other hip’s going to sleep.”Rocket nodded, lifting his arms, and letting me settle again. “Thanks.”
Stitch gestured at Has-Been to stop too, and moved closer to me, before he let him continue.
“What’s up, babe?”
“Was there any opposition to me being your old lady?” I heard vague sounds from both Rocket and Has-Been, but I kept my focus on Stitch, because he looked pissed.
“Just a couple of assholes who I think have a problem with old ladies in general. Nothing to worry about.”
