Page 92 of Torch
“It’s art, doc. It’s about creating a thing of beauty, that’ll last for decades. You can’t rush that stuff, but you’ll be proudly wearing that asshole’s name very soon.”
“You flirting with my girl, man?” Torch appeared behind me, his arms draping over me again, exactly like he did last time. We both tensed for a moment, waiting for Rocket’s response, because would he take it in the manner Torch had intended?
“Don’t worry, man. I know what a catch I am, so I won’t steal your lady. Keep telling you fuckers I have a lady too. Do you want me to start on Grace’s, while you wait for laughing boy there?” I bristled a little, at the fact that he was asking Torch instead of me, but I pushed that back, turning to nod at Torch, because the sooner it was done, the better.
Less than five minutes later, I was seated, with my upper thigh exposed. I’d agonised over where to have the tattoo, but after talking it over with Torch, we’d vetoed a few ideas, either because he felt I should be able to see it, or because he knew it’d hurt more in those places. The thigh is mostly fatty tissue, so less likely to hurt than right over a bone. I didn’t realise these were even considerations for tattoos, but now I knew better.
As the tattoo gun buzzed to life, and Rocket leaned over to start, I grabbed Torch’s hand and squeezed it tightly.
“Jesus, babe, that’s my fingering hand, go easy.” Rocket groaned and rolled his eyes, pausing to look at me.
“You’re sure this is the guy you want? Last chance to back out.”
“Oi, fucker, shut the hell up and get inking.”
I grinned, and then winced at the first touch of the tattoo needle.
“Gonna have to keep still, babe.”
“Call her babe again, and I’ll break your tattooing arm.”
“Well, mind you don’t hurt your fucking fingering hand in the process,” Rocket replied, getting down to inking me permanently, with the name of the man I loved.
Epilogue One
Twohourslater,Gracewas drinking her third ‘stiff drink’ while I lounged with my brothers, and we celebrated two fucking old ladies being sworn into the club. My tattoo was in pride of place on my chest, so my woman would always be right over my fucking heart. If anyone thinks that’s sappy, they can remove my fist from their face, right before I fucking flame it.
“It stops burning at some point, right?” Grace asked for the fourth time, while I hugged her against my side.
“I’ll make something else burn in a minute, babe, don’t worry. That’ll take your mind off it.”
“I do love it though. He does beautiful work.”
“Yeah, I fucking do, so maybe those of you who aren’t fucking tied down should consider that when it comes to it. Has isn’t the only fucking tattooist here, yeah?”
Yep, Rocket was drunk as fuck, but that was fine now he’d finished inking her up. Honestly, I completely agreed with her. It was perfect, even the one slightly wonky line from the start when she flinched. It made it perfectly unique to her, because her movement was forever painted on her skin.
“On that note, let’s go get that sexy virgin ass stretched around my fat cock.”
“Torch!” Grace slapped at my arm, and stalked away from me, amid hoots and chuckles, and various comments about ass-fucking, and references to Has being the ‘ass man’ in the club. Of course, that just pissed Stitch off, and made Elise blush, but hell, who cares, I’m following that fucking old lady of mine.
“Babe, wait up!”
She reached the stairs, and turned to glare at me. Fuck me, how is it so hot when she’s pissed at me? I caught up with her, ducked down and grabbed her, throwing her onto my shoulder, as I started up the stairs, despite her initial squeal of panic, and the prolonged bitching and moaning, as I carried her up to our floor.
You’d think she’d never been tossed over a shoulder, and carried to bed for an ass-fucking she’ll never forget. Oh wait… yeah, virgin territory, and I couldn’t fucking wait. She didn’t need to be scared though, because the last thing I’d do is make it anything other than fucking amazing for her.
I released her once we were inside our room, carefully lowering her back onto her feet, and catching the hand that flashed out, trying to slap my cheek.
“Ah baby, I’m already horny, you don’t have to try so hard.”
“You could have dropped me on the stairs, Torch!”
“Babe, are you doubting my manliness? Don’t worry, I’m about to remind you of it, when I lube up that sweet ass, and bury my cock in it.”
“I really think we should talk about that some more, maybe work up to it, I mean, we don’t have to rush into it.”
My woman was losing her nerve, so I took off my cut, laid it on the chair, and pointed at the bed.
