Page 89 of Torch
“On that note, I’m out, because I know my brother’s a married man, but I don’t need to hear details,” she said with a soft giggle, waving and leaving us to our discussion. The term ‘accidental dogging’ returned to my mind, and I frowned at Cammy.
“Accidental… ugh, actually, never mind. I’ve never even seen one of the old lady tattoos, can anyone show me, or is that really intrusive to ask?”
Cammy, Lissa, and even Tori, willingly showed theirs off, and they were beautiful, pieces of art, really, and I think it helped to see them, to know that they wouldn’t be amateurish or inelegant. Lissa’s had an icy theme to it, and Cammy’s had little stitches down the letters.
“Who did them?” I asked next, because I couldn’t tell if they were all one person’s work or not.
“Has-Been did mine,” Tori said, and Lissa confirmed the same, and Cammy rolled her eyes.
“And he’ll be doing Elise’s, of course. Rocket did mine, and I think he did an amazing job of it. I don’t know who’s doing yours, but both of them are genuine artists.”
A knock on the door revealed my man, looking sheepish, but asking to speak to me, so I said thanks to the old ladies, and followed him back to his room, our room, I guess now.
“Babe, sit down. We need to talk about the tattoo you’re having.”Uh oh.
“Will it have torches or something in it, or is that too cliché?”
He blinked for a moment, then grinned.
“Well, I mean, it needs to have something to tie it in to my awesome road name, but nothing that shows what I actually do with torches.”
“Ugh, agreed. So what’s up? I was talking with the girls and they made me feel a little better about having this done. Theirs are really beautiful.”
“Thank fuck for that. Look, I know when we talked about this, I said that Has would be doing yours, and I meant it, but… Jesus, I think I was being a bit of an ass to just decide that for you. We can show you some stuff of Rocket’s-”
“I saw Cammy’s tattoo, and it’s lovely. Torch, are you saying you want me to have him do it instead?”
Torch sighed, sitting beside me on the sofa.
“He’s feeling a bit like we don’t want him touching our women, because Has usually does the women’s ones. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, but if you’re open to him doing it, I’ll allow him to touch you just this fucking once, butnotyour tits, or anywhere near your fucking pussy.”
“Wow, how quickly you went from reasonable to caveman, Torch. I think that was a new record, even for you. I’m cool with it being Rocket though, because I liked the style of Cammy’s tattoo, and honestly, I don’t really know either of them that well, so it doesn’t make much difference who does it, in that respect.”
“Yeah? Great, now we just have to get him to agree, because he’s declared that we can all fuck off, and Has can do them all.”
Ugh.Men. “Do you want me to ask him if he’ll do mine?” I was sure I could think of a way for Torch to repay my kind gesture later, right?
So a few hours later, I approached Rocket in the bar, where he was nursing a beer, on one of the old leather sofas.
“Hi, you’re Rocket, right?”
He lifted his head, offering me a small smile.
“Yeah, you’re Grace? Torch’s old lady?”
I pointed to the seat beside him, and he nodded, gesturing to the bar first, but I shook my head.
“I’ve literally consumed my bodyweight in coffee today, but thanks. Listen, I know this is a little forward, since we don’t really know each other, but would you be willing to do my old lady tattoo please?”
He groaned, setting his beer down.
“Torch put you up to this, right? You don’t have to do this, just to try and heal my male ego.”
Men, like I said.
“Actually, I was talking with the old ladies earlier, and they were showing me their tattoos. I really liked the one you did for Cammy, with the little stitches in it? If you did mine, you’d have something relating to Torch’s road name? Flames or something?”
He grinned, his hackles going back down a little, at my words.
