With stiff muscles, Royal stands up straight and grabs the last shot glass, slamming it back, before shoving the empty glass at Jax. “Come here,” he demands.
I stand here for a second, not moving, until Madison shoves me forward and calls me a pussy. I look back at her and glower, before stopping in front of Royal.
Grabbing my hand he pulls me to him, and grabs my hips, digging his hands in. “I have the perfect spot for your first tattoo.” Reaching for the bottom of my dress, he lifts the front so only he can see, and runs his thumb over my hipbone. “Perfect.”
Yanking my dress down, I back away and watch him as he starts preparing his tattoo equipment. “I never said I was going to let you tattoo me.”
His jaw clenches as he looks back at me. “You scared that Colton is going to be pissed or some shit?”
I shake my head. “At this point, I could care less about what he thinks. As far as I’m concerned, we’re on a break.”
“Okay . . .” He sits down and runs a hand through his messy hair, his eyes studying mine. “You don’t want one then?”
“I do,” I say quickly, realizing that I do, but I’m just being a pussy, exactly what Madison called me.
“Come on, Ava,” Madison says from behind me. “We’re already here and from what I can see, Royal is very capable of giving great tattoos. I’ll let Blaine over there tat me up next.”
Royal raises a brow in question, when I turn back to him. “What do you say, babe? Take that damn dress off for me?”
I swallow and look around the room. Having three other sets of eyes on me is making me nervous, extremely nervous.
“Out,” Royal suddenly barks out. “Keep the girl close by and make sure Porter stays away from her. He’s on some shit tonight.”
“Madison can stay,” I say firmly, not wanting to send her away. “I don’t care if she watches.”
Madison looks between Jax and Blaine and bites her bottom lip. It’s clear what she wants to do, and that’s most likely both of them. “I’ll be good with the boys. Plus, I want to check out the party animals in the next room.”
I take a deep breath and watch Madison as she follows Jax and Blaine out the door, shutting it behind her with a wink.
I suddenly feel nervous, realizing that I’m alone with Royal. He’s so damn intense that I have no idea what to expect from him.
“Lay down.”
Swallowing, I sit down on the black, leather chair that is already laid back into a bed. I jump from the coldness on my skin, but then close my eyes and get comfortable, waiting on Royal’s next move.
With my eyes still closed, I can see the shadow from him standing above me, before I feel his rough hands brush my upper thighs as he grips my dress and lifts it, stopping just under my breasts.
“Any certain design? I can do it all.”
“A feather,” I say softly. “Blue with purple highlights; feminine and pretty. Can you do that?”
He lifts an eyebrow while pulling on a pair of black gloves. “I can definitely do feminine and pretty. Like I said, I do it all.”
I suck in a breath and grip the seat, when I feel his hands brush against my skin as he prepares to mark me for life.
Grabbing my hand, he places it on his thick thigh. My heart speeds up from the feel of his muscular leg beneath my palm. “If it hurts, dig into my leg and take it out on me. It will help you feel better.”
I hear the buzzing of the gun and instantly grip his thigh, feeling anxious. When I open an eye to peek up at him, he’s smirking.
“Ready?”
I nod my head. “Mmm hmm . . .”
I feel my fingers dig deep into the denim of his thigh as the needle hits my sensitive flesh. My stomach instantly sinks and I flinch, more unprepared than I thought.
I do my best to keep my eyes closed through most of it, but then open my eyes closer to the end, when my skin starts to feel numb. It’s a bit of a relief.
Royal’s face is stern, set in a line of concentration. I notice that he even bites his bottom lip once in a while when he really gets into a good spot. I find myself watching him, my legs slightly opening, as I get lost in my own little world. He’s delicious to watch. There is absolutely no denying that.
Royal’s hand gripping my thigh wakes me from the moment, snapping my eyes up to his.
He pushes my legs together. “Keep those things closed, unless you want me between them,” he growls.
I squeeze my legs together, slightly moaning as the thought of him between my legs causes my body to clench and jerk.
“Is it almost done?” I ask, hoping to come back to reality . . . the one where he’ll never be between my legs.
“Almost . . .”
Getting lost in the way that his jaw muscles tighten as he adds the finishing touches, my legs relax and slightly open again.
Tossing his tattoo gun aside, Royal stands up and growls, gripping my hips and pulling me down to the end of the chair, until his jean-covered erection is pressed against my pussy. A shock of pleasure runs through my core as he presses against it.
His right hand digs into my hip as the left one tightens around my neck. His eyes meet mine for a brief moment, before his right hand slides down my thigh and he releases my neck, stepping back.
“Keep flashing that smooth little pussy at me . . . Fuck, Avalon.” His jaw ticks as he looks between my thighs one last time. “Those little underwear don’t cover much.”
“Sorry,” I say in aggravation. “I got comfortable a couple times and wasn’t thinking. I didn’t expect you to get a fucking hard-on over it and freak out.”
Letting out a long breath, Royal sits back down, grabs my hand, and places it back on his thigh. Except this time, I can almost feel the shape of his hard dick above my fingers. I suck in a breath at the near contact.
“This last part might hurt; especially now that we’ve taken an unwanted break. Hold still.”
I jump when the needle touches my skin. He was right. It’s sensitive as shit now and I just want it to be done.
With one hand, Royal lowers my panties a little more to get to the bottom part of the feather.
I grip his thigh and groan out from the pain. That’s when I feel his dick now hard against my hand. He’s got an all-out boner right now and seems as if he could care less about hiding it.
“Sorry,” I say as I pull my hand away. I blush at the thought that I’ve just touched his dick, when I didn’t mean to. “Didn’t know that was going to happen.”
Royal raises a brow and glances over to meet my eyes. “My cock has a mind of its own, Darlin’. It’s a real fucking beast when it wants to be.” He sets the gun down and checks out his work. “I hope that’s pretty and feminine enough for ya. Looks real fucking good on you.”
Reaching behind him, he grabs for a handheld mirror, handing it to me, before reaching for some kind of tattoo goop to rub over the finished tattoo.
I hold the mirror in front of my hip and look into it. My breath catches in my throat and I can’t help but to smile. “It’s so damn pretty. Wow . . .” I look up at him and then back down at my very first tattoo. It’s only been minutes since I’ve had it and I already want more. I’ve heard this was going to happen. “How much?”
“Nothing,” he says, while cleaning his equipment up and getting something to cover my new art up with.
Right after he covers up my feather and pulls my dress down, the sound of glass breaking from somewhere in the bar causes him to punch the wall and yell. “Fucking Blaine!”
He cracks his knuckles and then takes off out the door as if he’s about to hand someone their ass.
“What the . . .”
Grabbing my purse, I take off after him to see what is going on and hope to God that Madison is all right.
Being around Royal and his friends, never falls short of crazy and chaotic . . .