Inking Eagle (Charon MC Trilogy Book 1)

by Khloe Wren

  “Yeah, I know that. I’ve been watching them beat the shit out of each other for fifteen years. I guess I’ve never cared about anyone they’ve laid into before.” I paused and gave him a sly smile as I pulled from his grip. “And now, here you are with a piercing appointment.”

  He frowned at me. “Gabs made this appointment for me without any request from me. Apparently, you talk in your sleep, baby.”

  “Oh, fuck.” I put a hand over my mouth to muffle my laugh. “Oops.”

  He pulled his cut from his shoulders, and when he lifted his tight, black shirt up, my insides melted. Damn, but he really was one well-put together male.

  “Strip, Silk.”

  He piled his clothes on the chair by the door, left there for that reason. He toed off his boots and popped the top button on his jeans before he made his way over to the piercing chair and hopped up on it.

  I stood like an idiot, watching the way his muscles rippled as he moved until he cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow at me. I swallowed. Was I really going to do this? I went to double-check the door was locked before I began undressing. I was. I was totally going to pierce his nipple naked, then ride him to climax. My pussy clenched at the thought.

  I turned to face him as I unclipped my bra and let it fall down my arms. His eyes had darkened with heat and he licked his lips when I slipped a thumb in each side of my panties and pulled them down. Naked as the day I was born, I padded across the tiles to him.

  “So, which side?”

  I pulled the wheeled table over and climbed up to straddle his waist, leaning in to lick each nipple, earning me a hiss. Fuck, how I missed his taste.

  “I have no fucking idea. What side do guys normally get done?”

  “Normally it’s the left, or you could go with both. You know, same as me.”

  His hands were on the nipples in question in a flash and I shuddered over him as he expertly tugged and twisted them.

  “Keep teasing me, and we’ll have to fuck before you get a needle anywhere near my skin.”

  I leaned in and kissed him deeply until he was groaning. Then, quickly, I swung off him and grabbed a pair of gloves.

  “Nope. The deal was you got some metal first, then we fuck.”

  I grabbed the sterile wipe and ripped the packet open.

  “So, we going with the left or both?”

  “Just the left, Silk.”

  “Baby.”

  He smirked. “Nope, but if you want to do the other one, we get to repeat this process some other time.”

  I laughed as I wiped him down. “So kinky. Now, lie still and let me work.”

  He stopped joking and let his body relax against the leather chair as I got the clamp and moved to start the process. My mind clicked into work mode and I forgot I was buck-ass naked as I expertly slid the needle, then the barbell through his nipple. Tossing the clamps on the tray, I picked up the ball and quickly screwed it in place.

  “Done! And you didn’t even flinch. Such a good little Marine.”

  I grabbed another wipe to clean up the area around the new metal and moved a couple steps away to toss it in the bin when I was done. By the time I turned back, Eagle was on his feet and prowling toward me.

  “Now, for the next part of the deal. Turn around and put your palms on the wall, Silk.”

  Fuck, the way he purred instructions had me wet. He clearly got that he’d melted my mind as he took my shoulders and turned me himself. I lifted my palms to cover my breasts on a gasp. How could I have forgotten this room had a fucking mirror wall? Normally clients liked to see their ink or metal as soon as it was done, and it’s just become a part of the room so I forgot the damn thing was here. Clearly, Eagle had gotten some ideas when he saw the thing.

  He pulled my hands from my breasts and pressed them against the cool mirror.

  “Don’t ever hide from me, Silk. I adore every inch of you.”

  He stepped back and peeled his jeans and boxers down his muscled legs. I rubbed my thighs together at the sight he made. He gave my butt a slap.

  “Quit trying to get yourself off, baby. That’s what I’m here for.”

  He rolled a condom down his length, then he was spreading my thighs and tilting my pelvis back.

  “Watch me take you, Silk. See how fucking good we look together?”

  He slid his hard cock in deep on one thrust and I threw my head back as I bit my lip to stop from crying out. The walls in this place weren’t that thick. Another slap on my ass had me refocusing on mirror.

  “Eyes back on us, Silk.”

  His large hands gripped each of my hips, his darker skin tone standing out against my white and inked flesh. I pushed back with every thrust he made, and before long I was whimpering with how close my orgasm was. Releasing my hips, one hand trailed up to my breasts, where he plucked and teased my piercings while his other slid to my clit where he pinched down and sent me spiraling. His hand left my breast and clapped over my mouth as his thrusts turned fast and furious. His cock pulsed inside me and I clamped down on him as he sunk his teeth into my shoulder to muffle his own shout.

  Warm arms wrapped around my waist as Eagle pulled me back against him. I wrapped an arm up around his neck to mess with his hair.

  “I missed you, Silk. Don’t ever run off like that again.”

  “I’ve missed you too, so fucking much. Don’t get yourself in enough trouble to get a club beat down again, and I won’t have to run off when I lose my temper.”

  I went to lift my other hand up but my ribs tweaked, making me wince. Eagle pulled from my body and lifted me onto the piercing chair.

  “Fuck, sorry Silk. How are your ribs? The bruising is fading out nicely.”

  “I went to the docs the day after I left the clubhouse. They weren’t broken, just bruised, so they’re pretty much healed. I just can’t lift that arm above my head yet. I forget that on occasion.”

  He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips before he moved over to the pile of clothes.

  “We’d better get dressed and back to the clubhouse. There’s one hell of a party going on to celebrate us three patching in, and if we don’t get back soon, Mac won’t get any action because Taz will have done the rounds already.”

  I chuckled as I slipped from the seat and began to dress. “That man has quite the appetite, from what I’ve heard. Someone might want to suggest to Scout the club gets more girls to keep up with him. Actually, considering how many girls he runs through, how the hell did he cope up at the cabin for so long?”

  “He might like sex–a lot–but he doesn’t need it. He can go without just fine, he just prefers not to. And trust me, he’s been making up for his dry spell all week.”

  Once we were dressed, Eagle paused with a bunch of leather in his fist.

  “Will you wear my patch, Silk? Walk into the club with me tonight as my old lady?”

  A lump formed in my throat at how vulnerable Eagle looked in that moment. Did he really doubt how I felt for him?

  I walked up and took the cut from his hands and looked it over. It was the cut I’d left with Scout, but now it had a ‘Property of’ top rocker and ‘Eagle’ on the bottom one, and on the front, just below my Daughter of the Club patch, was another smaller ‘Property of Eagle’ patch. A wide grin stretched my lips as I slid the leather vest on.

  “Of course I will, Eagle. I always will.”

  He pulled me in against him and kissed me until my head spun.

  “I’m going to hold you to that. Now, let’s get out of here.”

  Taking his hand, I unlocked the door and led him out the front to be greeted by cheers and wolf whistles from Mac, Tiny, Nitro, Gabs and my other artists. Heat spread over my cheeks and I cleared my throat.

  “I think we need to sound-proof the interior walls in this place.”

  That made everyone laugh, but I really didn’t care. I was too happy to have Eagle claim me, and have my family back, to be upset about anything.

  Chapter 23

  Eagle


  Nothing had ever felt as good as walking through the Charon MC clubhouse front door with Silk by my side, wearing my fucking property patch. I may be fairly new to the MC world, but I still understood how fucking special it was to have a woman willing to wear a label saying she was yours for the world to see. My inner caveman was pretty pleased with himself, too.

  “Oh! Claudine, you’re back!”

  Silk’s aunt was the only one I knew that occasionally used her real name. The older woman came rushing up and pulled Silk against her for a long hug.

  “Hey, Aunt Rose. Yeah, I’m back, and as an old lady.”

  Rose sucked in a breath before she thrust Silk away from her to take in her cut.

  “Oh, honey. Congratulations! We all knew that boy would claim you as soon as he was able.”

  Scout came up beside me, pulling me back a little from where more of the other old ladies were gathering around Silk.

  “We heard back from Sabella a little while ago. Church in five. Silk’ll be fine with the other women. And the prospects are all on high alert.”

  I looked around and noticed that, indeed, there were a number of sober, miserable looking prospects. I couldn’t help but grin a little at that. Those days were now over for me. No more being stuck on fucking guard duty without a clue why.

  “Sure thing, Pres. I’ll be right there.”

  “Good. Now, I gotta go separate Taz from the whores. That boy’s gonna need his own fucking harem if he keeps this up.”

  Scout kept grumbling about how willing women didn’t grow on trees as he made his way to the back room, where Taz was no doubt balls deep in some random club whore. I pushed my way to Silk’s side and leaned down to kiss the side of her throat.

  “Hey, babe, got church for a bit. You stay inside, okay?”

  She turned into me, instantly ignoring all the women asking her questions.

  “It’s Antonio, isn’t it?”

  “Don’t know yet. Scout just told me to get my ass in church in five, so that’s what I’m doing. I’ll let you know as soon as I can.”

  She scowled at me.

  “Don’t say a word, Silk. You know how this shit works. I’ll always tell you what I can, as soon as I can.”

  I pressed my mouth against hers and kissed her till she softened. Then, with regret, I pulled away and stormed toward the meeting room, more than a little pissed I was being separated from my woman when I’d finally gotten her back. However, I wasn’t stupid enough to believe this mob shit was going to go away on its own, and was glad to finally be included from the beginning.

  I slipped my phone into a locker, and with a wide grin, walked into the room as a patched in Charon for the first time. It felt good. No one had mentioned a word about my beat down since the moment it was over. Clearly, it really was a clean slate type thing–for which I was glad. The beating I could handle, over analyzing the shit out of it for weeks? Not so much. Now if I could just get Silk to quit reminding me about it, I could happily pretend it never happened.

  Bulldog slapped me on the back.

  “I see you got my girl to come back. Thanks, brother.”

  “Well, if you look at her cut, you’ll see she’s my girl now. But yeah, I got her back where she belongs. I think you’ll find she already wanted to come back. She looked utterly miserable when I went to her. Crazy woman thought she’d lost both the club and me with that temper tantrum she threw.”

  He chuckled. “Well, now she’s your old lady, you get to deal with those tantrums. She doesn’t throw them often, but she sure as fuck makes the ones she does throw count.”

  I gave him a smirk. “I’ll keep her in check, don’t you worry.”

  At that he raised his hands with a grin. “And, there are some things I don’t need to hear about my niece. Come and take a seat. Let’s get this shit started.”

  Within minutes the room was filled with men in various states of drunkenness. Seemed some started the party before the party was announced. Taz slumped in the seat next to me, stinking of sex.

  “How many you gone through so far?”

  With a gleam in his eye he licked his lips. “It’s impolite to kiss and tell.”

  I scoffed. “It’s impolite to screw every one of the club whores before anyone else can take a turn.”

  Scout banging the hammer stopped any further conversation.

  “I’ve called church tonight because we’ve finally heard back from Sabella. As you all know, the bastard is still gunning for Silk. Who is now not only Bulldog’s niece and a Daughter of the Club, but Eagle’s old lady.”

  He paused as a few cheers went up. A smile tugged at my lips. I hadn’t had this kind of family since I left the Marines. Sure, Taz and Mac were always my brothers, but they were only two men. To have this entire room cheer me on for landing my girl? That was fucking special.

  “We need to end this shit, so we reached out with a proposition for him. He’s agreed to meet us. And by us, I mean the asshole is insisting Silk come along. Apparently, he can’t trust us that she doesn’t have the money, but will believe it if he hears it from her lips.”

  I spoke up. “He’s going to try to make another grab for her.”

  Scout focused on me. “I think he’s assuming his men will grab her before the meet. We didn’t tell him we’ve caught and disposed of his boys yet. That’ll be a nice surprise for him when we see him.”

  “And when is that?”

  Mac was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and a serious scowl on his face.

  “Tomorrow night. Ten pm–or twenty-two hundred for you military ones–out at the old quarry. All cloak and dagger, you know–mob style.”

  “I’m guessing Eagle’s going to be by Silk’s side. Taz is a fucking excellent sniper. We have another other trained sniper we can have watching over things?”

  I was relieved to see a couple hands go up in response to Mac’s question.

  “I was thinking the same thing, Mac. We’ll have four snipers set up beforehand to keep watch over the site. I want you out there, set up before nightfall. I’d love to leave Silk home but I know that girl well enough to know she’d just sneak her ass out if we tried to lock her down. Eagle, you stick to that woman of yours like glue. You hear me? Lose her again, and you won’t be coming back from that beat down. Understand?”

  I sat straighter and squared my shoulders. “Well, since you’ve actually given me all the facts this time, along with adequate back-up, it shouldn’t be a problem to keep her safe.”

  No way was I letting him put all the blame on me. It was as much the club’s fault as mine.

  “Yeah, yeah. I hear ya. Right, I want at least a dozen men to go in with us. I’ll need that number again to stay here and keep things tight. I want all women and children here on lockdown while this goes down. Iron Hammers are coming for us soon. Don’t know when, but I don’t want them trying any shit while we’re dealing with Sabella. So, who’s with me at the quarry?” He waited for Keys to write down names. “And who’s staying here to guard our family?” Again, Keys wrote down who was staying. “Right, keep the drinking light tonight, boys. I don’t want to be dealing with anyone’s fucking hangovers tomorrow. And Taz? Share the whores around, yeah? Those bitches don’t grow on trees and there’s only so many.”

  Church was ended with everyone ribbing Taz, who puffed out his chest and took it all in stride.

  “Thinking we should have named that boy Nymph, not Taz.”

  Mac laughed at my comment, and didn’t bother to disagree.

  Silk

  I was glad to be back. All the old ladies welcomed me like I’d been gone for a month, not a week. They all admired my cut’s new patches. No one was surprised. While Eagle was good with the hands-off thing, he wasn’t so good with the eyes-off thing. Also, the fact he’d never made use of the club whores had caught everyone’s attention. As much as I knew full well how the club worked, and how the men were all free to use the whores as they pleased, I was glad Eagle hadn
’t. I’d seen how the whores treated an old lady of a man they’d had. The bitches weren’t supposed to get attached to the men. When they came on board, they were told straight-out they were there for the men to scratch an itch, nothing more. Definitely no emotions involved. However, over the years I’d seen more than one of them go after a new old lady. And honestly, I had enough shit to deal with, without having to watch my back around the clubhouse.

  The men all filed out from the back room, looking serious and heading straight for their old ladies, if they had them. The others milled around the bar, a few headed to the back rooms. As soon as I caught sight of Eagle, I couldn’t see anyone else. He came straight to me and wrapped his arms around me before leaning down for a kiss.

  “Missed you.”

  I smiled and ran my fingers up his neck, into his thick hair. “You were only gone half an hour, babe.”

  He didn’t respond, just palmed my ass and lifted me. With a chuckle, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he began walking toward the stairs. Catcalls followed us, but I didn’t give a shit. Nope, I just lowered my face against my old man’s throat to kiss and nibble on his slightly salty skin.

  “You taste good.”

  I delivered one last lick up his neck before I pulled away to see where he was taking me. He headed for my room and kicked the door shut behind him as he entered. He sat on the bed and rearranged me on his lap with his palms cupping my hips, but not trying to get me naked.

  “Sabella has agreed to meet with the club to sort shit out.”

  I tightened my grip on his hair, only releasing it when he winced.

  “Sorry. What does he want?”

  “Well, he wants all the money your father stole, but we ain’t giving any of yours to him. He’ll just have to accept the fact your father spent a huge chunk of it.”