“Hey Liz,” Dax said. “This is Olivia.”
“Hi,” I said.
“Hey,” the Pixie responded. I wondered if she could say anything else. Then she proved she could by saying, “Greg’s over there.”
I looked around and could see that Dax was right, the garage was sparkling clean. The floor was laminate and looked like you could eat off of it. There was a sterilizer machine and something that looked like a dishwasher. There was even a certificate on the wall from the health department from a Haz Mat training. Greg was behind a curtain and I could hear the whirr of the tattoo gun.
We waited and a few minutes later Greg walked out. I saw his belly coming first and a few seconds later the rest of his body joined him. He was about six-foot tall and he had to be pushing four-hundred pounds. On top of that, every visible part of his body except his face was covered with a tattoo.
“Dax! Hey you old Son of a Bitch, how are you?”
“I’m great, Greg, how are you?”
“The same, man, the same,” he said. “Who is this doll?” he asked, referring to me.
“This is my friend, Olivia,” Dax said. It was the first time I heard him refer to me as his friend without the girl in front.
“Glad to meet you, Olivia,” Greg said, extending a freakishly small hand in my direction. I shook it and wondered if he and the pixie was a couple. I’ll bet their quiet time was quite a sight to behold.
“Sorry to just stop by,” Dax told him. “I’m not having the best night. I got a bug up my ass about getting a tattoo making me feel better.”
“Hey, no problem. You can stop by any time. Hayley!” Another pixie, this one with purple hair came out. If they’d had the same color hair, the two of them would have looked identical. “This is Hayley, Liz’s sister.”
Dax and I said hello and then Greg told her, “You don’t mind if we finish yours later, do you?”
“Oh no, you can go ahead, I’ll come back another time,” Dax said.
“It’s okay,” Hayley said with a little pixie smile. “I could use a break.”
“Come on back, Dax. You gettin’ one too doll?” he asked me.
“Not tonight,” I told him.
“Hey, you could let your boyfriend do it. I trust Dax with my stuff. The first year he was in he did some great work on me. Look he did this one.” Greg pulled up his shirt and showed me a beautiful lotus flower, almost buried by a roll of fat.
“It’s pretty,” I said. The flower was, anyways.
I took the seat he offered me behind the curtain and Dax sat on the starch white, clean gurney. Greg made sure that Dax saw him change out the needle and the gun for a sterile one in a package and he changed out the ink.
“What are you getting buddy?” Greg asked him.
“I just want the Harley penned in on my tank,” Dax said, pointing at the tattoo of a hog he had on his right bicep.
“I can do that, you want me to put some flames on there too?”
“Yeah, sure,” Dax said.
I watched and they talked, mostly about guys they knew in prison. It was kind of surreal listening to Dax talk about being in prison. I knew he was there, but he never talked about what it was like. He and Greg mostly shared funny stories or things that I guess would be funny if you were in prison. Greg got out after Dax had only been in for a year, but I guess they stayed in touch. I wondered what Greg had done and then I decided I’d rather not know. The pink haired pixie brought a soda out for me about halfway through and just about the time Greg was finishing up, Dax started in on me again about getting one.
“Come on, Liv, just a little one. I’ll be gentle.”
“What are you going to do? I don’t want a Harley or a skull.”
He laughed and said, “I’ll do whatever you want. No Harley’s and no skulls, I promise.”
“What about my job hunting? A lot of employers don’t want to hire people with tats.”
Dax and Greg both laughed. Greg said, “Look who you’re talking to doll. We sort of figured that out as soon as we got out of the joint.”
“I’ll make it so tiny you’ll need a magnifying glass to see it. Come on, live a little,” Dax said. He grinned at me and I could feel my resolve slipping away. Damn him and those sexy green eyes.
“Okay, but a small one. Nothing obscene and on my upper arm where I can cover it up.” It wasn’t that I’d never considered getting one, but I’d just never had the nerve to take that plunge. I knew Dax wouldn’t hurt me though.
“Man, she’s a tough customer,” Greg said with a laugh. “I’m glad she’s yours.”
“Okay to all of the above,” Dax told me. I sat up on the table and watched as they opened new packages and Greg gave Dax a few instructions about the gun. Dax said, “Close your eyes.”
“What?”
“It will hurt less if you don’t watch, trust me, okay?”
I must have really trusted him. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt his hand on my arm and against my will, I shivered from his touch. He pushed my sleeve up gently and lightly brushed his fingers across my skin.
He said, “Okay, take a deep breath and hold really still.” Then I felt it, the touch of the needle on my skin. It didn’t really hurt, not like I thought it would. It was like being scratched with a safety pin. He was going slowly. I could tell he was trying to be gentle. It couldn’t have even been ten minutes later when he said, “Okay, all done.”
I opened my eyes, “Really? That was so quick.”
“I promised you small,” he said. “Look.” He handed me a little mirror. It was a tiny little red heart right at the top of my arm. It was cute.
“It’s beautiful,” I told him. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you. That was my first professional tattoo.”
“You’re ready for business then,” I told him. “Because this one is perfect.”
He was standing close and for a second I thought he was going to kiss me.
“Awesome, man!” Greg shouted and was suddenly as close to me as Dax. The moment had passed.
Chapter Eleven
Dax
My phone buzzed and I thumbed the answer button.
“Hello?”
“Hi Dax. It’s Miss Ortega.”
“Good morning Miss Ortega, how are you?” I did appreciate my parole officer. She was under no obligation whatsoever to call me before she stopped by, but she always did.
“I’m good Dax, the question is, how are you? Are you staying out of trouble?”
I looked around the bar and tried not to chuckle as I said, “You bet.”
“Good, I’d like to stop by in about an hour.”
Shit. “Sure, I’ll be home.”
“Okay, I’ll see you then,” she said.
I hung up and called my Mom. “Hey Mom.”
“Hi Dax, is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine. Why do you always expect the worst?” As soon as that was out of my mouth I remembered who she was married to and said, “Never mind, scratch that. Miss Ortega wants to stop by in about an hour. I just wanted to make sure that’s okay with you.”
“Of course, I’ll make some coffee. I think I still have some pastries—”
“You don’t have to go to all that trouble.”
“It’s no trouble,” she said.
Sighing, I said, “Okay, thanks. I’ll see you soon.”
I used the shower in Olivia’s room. She was already up and out, probably job hunting, I assumed. After I dressed I got on the bike and headed across town. It was a nice morning and I was tempted to drive on past and head for the hills. I pulled right into my parent’s driveway.
Miss Ortega showed up about ten minutes later, right on time as usual, and my mother had coffee and cookies ready of course. If this wasn’t my life, it would be funny. After she fussed over us for a while I finally persuaded her to leave so that we could get down to business.
“So, what have you been up to, Dax?”
“Wel
l, I went looking for a job, but I’m not having much luck. So, I was actually thinking about getting my tattoo license.”
“You know someone that will hire you?”
I thought about Greg and said, “Maybe, but I was actually hoping to open my own place.”
“That’s ambitious,” she said. “It might be expensive to get started. How would you plan on financing that?”
“My mom and I have been talking about it. She has some savings and she might be willing to help me out. We’re looking into all of the angles right now.”
“That’s good. I’m glad to know you’re looking towards the future. You’re staying out of trouble and away from trouble?”
Absolutely, I spent my days at a bar that was a front for an outlaw bike club in back. I went to a meeting where there were crates full of guns and I found out my brother was some kind of big wig drug trafficker. I’ve also been seeking revenge for my false imprisonment. I think I may have found good cause to think it was my brother who set me up.
When I finished thinking about the truth I said, “Absolutely staying out of trouble. I would never want to go back.”
“Good,” she said. “I see the gun cabinet is gone. You didn’t just move it in a back room, did you?” Yeah, the back room of the bar I hung out in.
“Nope, it’s gone.”
She took out a small plastic cup and she said, “I need you to test for me today.” I picked up the cup. “You need to leave the door open, don’t flush and don’t wash your hands. If you turn the water on, the test is no good and we’ll have to start all over.”
“Fun,” I said with my eyebrows raised.
“Yep, all good stuff to keep in mind before you decide to get in trouble again.”
I didn’t even waste my breath trying to convince her I was innocent. As far as cops of any kind were concerned, if you were arrested and convicted, you were a bad guy. I took the cup and she followed me down the hall to the bathroom. My mom passed us and she actually smirked. Everyone in this damn family was a smart ass. I had a hard time going, I was not used to having a hot female P.O. standing at the door while I was trying to pee. She wasn’t really looking at me, just making sure I didn’t turn on the water or have someone else pee for me, but it was still uncomfortable. I finally squeezed enough out to give her half a cup and then I reached out to flush.
Just to prove she really was looking she said, “Uh, uh!”
“Oh, oops! Sorry.”
“Just sit it on the counter and I’ll get it,” she told me as I was zipping up.
While she was bagging it, she let me wash my hands and flush the toilet. I had to take her on a tour of the rest of the house again to make sure we weren’t just hiding the gun safe and that we didn’t have drug paraphernalia laying around. I knew it was all necessary if you’re guilty. It was annoying when you’re not.
We were home free, I had walked her out to her car and she was damn near out of the driveway just as my dad, Bo and Kip drove up. They parked on the street so she could still feasibly leave. She didn’t though. She looked at me and turned off her ignition. Fuck!
My dad and the guys shut off their bikes. My dad got off and took off his helmet. The other two stayed on their bikes and as my dad approached us my P.O. got out of her car.
“I didn’t know we had company,” my dad said.
“Dad, this Miss Ortega, my P.O.”
She smiled sweetly and said, “Mr. Turner, what a pleasure it is to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Likewise Miss Ortega,” my dad said. “That stuff you heard about me. It was all good, right?”
“None of it,” she said, still smiling. My dad threw his head back and laughed.
“I like her son. You better do what this one tells you.”
“I plan on it,” I said. My stomach was in knots.
“Well, Dax I’ll let you get back on with your day. Mr. Turner, a pleasure.”
My dad gave her a nod and she got back in her car. This time she made it out of the driveway.
He looked at me when she was gone and said, “She’s hot.”
I didn’t even waste any energy responding. He went into the house, likely to get something he needed from my mother.
Chapter Twelve
Olivia
Dax had been staying at his parent’s place a lot during the day and sleeping in Bull’s office at night. I felt bad for taking the bed, but he insisted. He stayed every night too because he also insisted on not leaving me alone there. He came by earlier and we were hanging out but his parole officer called and he had to go back to his mom’s. I didn’t like that I hated to see him leave so badly. I wished that I could get over him, before one of us got hurt…again. The whole Parole Officer thing was another reminder that he could be taken away from me again at any time.
It was still early in the evening, so I thought I’d change into my running clothes and go out for a jog. It might clear my head. I had stripped down to my bra and panties when I heard a key in the lock. I panicked and tried to grab my clothes but before I could, Dax walked in.
I didn’t know what I was thinking, but I actually expected him to close the door and leave. Instead he stepped in and closed the door behind him. He turned the lock. I reached for my shirt and was trying to put it on my head when he was suddenly right in front of me. He took my face in both of his hands and kissed me. It wasn’t just a peck. It was a full-lipped, slip his tongue between my lips and taste me kind of kiss and it made my head spin. For a second I completely forgot that I wasn’t going to do this. When I remembered, I pushed against his chest.
“Stop, Dax.”
He pulled back and looked at my face. He was still close enough to kiss and I had to lick my suddenly dry lips.
“Why?” he said.
“I can’t do this, Dax. We should have never slept together the other day. I shouldn’t have done that, it was all me. Terrance and I had a fight and I turned to you…and…and that was wrong.”
He cupped my chin in his hand and tilted my face up to his. “It didn’t feel wrong,” he said.
“Yes it did. I don’t know. But we can’t do it again.”
“I can,” he said with a grin.
“Dax, stop, please.”
“Olivia, you’re not with Terrance any more, right? You broke up with him because of what he did to me and because his lying to you about it all was fucked up. He’s the one who screwed up. You’re not cheating. You’re not doing anything wrong. What are you so damn afraid of?”
“You, Dax,” I said. “You spend all your time in search of this revenge you’re so desperately seeking. You spend all of your time with this club, with these guys that got you in trouble before, the ones who got you taken away from me. I can’t go through that again. I can’t stir up all of these old feelings and then have you taken away from me again.”
“I’m not going back to prison, Liv.”
“You didn’t think you were going the first time, did you? You’re giving them time and the opportunity to set you up again.”
“I’m not giving them anything this time. I don’t trust anyone. I check my pockets and my saddlebags constantly…they can make a fool of me once, but they’ll never do it again.”
He brushed his lips against mine, softly and then he leaned down and kissed my tattoo heart. It gave me chills and my traitor body melted into him. All of my fight was gone. I wanted to be with him…I should have always been with him.
I turned my face towards his and our lips came together. I felt him push his tongue in between my lips and tangle it up with mine. He began exploring every inch of my mouth. His urgency was igniting a fire in my belly and I was burning hot with desire as I kissed him back. He began to lick and suck my lower lip. I made long, slow strokes across his lips with my tongue, feeling a sudden primal, animal need spreading throughout my body. I continued to stroke his lips while his hands roamed my upper body. He grabbed the cheeks of my ass and squeezed, surprising me.
I
bit down on his lip and he pulled back and in a raspy, breathless voice he said, “Careful baby, I bite back.”
That simple statement and the sexy sound of his voice as he said it spurred me on. I moved my body closer to his and pressed my thigh against the bulge that was still trapped inside of his pants. While we kissed, I began to grind myself against him and I could feel him moaning around my mouth. He slid his hands along my sides and when he reached my bra he unhooked it. My swollen nipples were aching for release and as I stepped back and let the bra slide off and hit the floor, I could see him looking at them hungrily. He ran his hands across them, stopping to tweak or pull on an already overly sensitive nipple.
He covered my sensitive mounds of flesh with his hands and I felt him shudder with pleasure as his palms rubbed gently across my nipples. He bent down slightly and ran his tongue around the outside of each breast and down between them as he rubbed my aching, engorged nipples with his thumbs. I arched my back to let him know I loved it and I wanted more.
I heard a deep growl come out of me like it had come from someone else when he cupped them with both hands and suckled a nipple into his mouth. He sucked and licked and nipped, sending little jolts of electricity along my spine and down my arms, as my nipples seemed to grow harder and larger against his tongue. I felt a gush of hot wetness between my legs. I began to furiously rub my wet pussy harder against the thigh that he had pressed up between my legs.
He moved his head to suck on the other breast and pleasure my engorged nipple. I slid my hands under his shirt and up to his hard chest. I ran them across his bare chest muscles and I could feel them rippling against my palms. I could also feel his erection straining and quivering against the inside of his pants, aching to get free.
“Mm, your hands feel so good, Liv. Move them down lower,” he told me before switching nipples.
I fulfilled his request, sliding my hands down lower and happily finding that the waist band of his shorts that was secured by a simple tie, which I undid easily. As his shorts slid down I reached down and slipped a hand into the front of his boxers and at last I could feel his pulsating cock. I wrapped my hand around it and as I did, he bit down on my nipple, causing me to let out a little squeak. He licked the spot he’d bitten softly with his tongue and then continued to kiss and suckle as I stroked him softly.
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