by Jenika Snow
Inked
Going All the Way, 1
Jenika Snow
INKED (GOING ALL THE WAY, 1)
By Jenika Snow
www.JenikaSnow.com
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Copyright © September 2020 by Jenika Snow
First E-book Publication: 2014
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Editor: Kayla Robichaux
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Contents
Synopsis
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
About the Author
Around town, Cadeon Morris was known as trouble. He rode a Harley, owned a tattoo shop, and inked the local motorcycle club. He was who he was and explained himself to no one.
Stella was the daughter of Mickey “Scars” Lore, President of the MC in the town of Reckless. She was used to the members of the MC threatening and scaring off any guy who showed interest in her. But at twenty-three, she wanted to experience life for herself, go wild, and do something she may regret later.
It was time for Stella to get a little ink of her own, and Cadeon was going to be the man to give it to her.
Getting it on with a bad boy sounded like a pretty good way to let loose, and it was only meant to be temporary. But it seemed Cadeon wasn’t all about a one-night stand kind of fling.
He wanted it all.
He wanted Stella.
Reader note: This was previously published under the same title. It has since been recovered, reedited, and revised. Material may be sensitive to some readers.
1
Ipseity.
Selfhood; individual identity, individuality.
That one word meant all of that, but it was also the name of the tattoo shop owned by Cadeon Morris in the small town of Reckless, Colorado. He might have just moved here three years ago, but he already had a reputation, especially for being the artist the local biker gang went to for any and all ink.
And because he catered to the Vicious Bastards MC, and answered to the president of the biker gang, Mickey “Scars” Lore, Stella saw Cadeon quite a bit. Being the daughter of an MC president meant Stella saw a lot of shit, but she was also watched and guarded by the biggest and meanest biker bastards around. And she loved those leather-wearing, joint-smoking, and grease-smelling men who were just as much her family as her father was.
The buzzing sound the tattoo gun made as it pressed into skin filled the air. Stella sat in the leather couch that was butter-soft due to it being old and worn, and she watched as Cadeon added some ink to one of the members named Little.
The other members were over by the bar, their voices loud and boisterous, but all Stella could hear was Cadeon working that needle over Little’s thickly muscled chest. She turned her attention from the fully nude pinup girl that was being inked on the biker and stared at Cadeon’s profile. At forty, he was nearly as old as her father, but he didn’t look his age. With muscles clearly defined under his dark T-shirt, and his thighs as hard and big as tree trunks, Cadeon was a six-foot-five beast built like a tank.
He looked good in the Vicious Bastards’ clubhouse, and although his black hair was cut short, he had that hard edge to him, and that day-old stubble that covered his cheeks showed he fit right in.
“Girl, you either lookin’ at Little pretty fucking hard, or you want the tattoo boy.”
Stella glanced over at Ranger, one of the original Vicious Bastards, and older than her grandpa. To him, everyone was a “boy.” “I’m not looking at anyone. I’m not watching Cadeon work.” She rubbed her suddenly damp hands on her jeans and averted her eyes. Ranger sometimes acted senile, but she knew he was sharper than the majority of the guys in the club.
He sat down beside her, and the scent of old cigar smoke and the aged leather of his cut filtered up her nose. “I was thinking of having the kid give me a new tat.”
Stella leaned back on the couch and pulled her legs up and under her butt. Ranger already had both arms covered in ink, as did the majority of the club, but she didn’t think he had gotten any new ones in quite a while. “Yeah, I was thinking of getting one too.”
Ranger looked over at her and lifted one bushy white eyebrow. His white beard was slightly yellow and touched his chest, but under all the wrinkles and ink, she saw a man who was still filled with so much life. She looked at him much like she did her own father, for guidance and affection.
This club was her family, and these men were the guys she loved more than anything else. Of course, she could do without some of the things that went along with being associated with a biker’s life. Stella looked over Ranger’s shoulder and stared at the club whores rubbing themselves all over the members. That was one of the disadvantages of hanging at the club: all the willing women who threw themselves at the guys in hopes of becoming their old lady.
They tried too hard to be noticed, to be loved by men who didn’t want anything more than an hour or two of their time. But then again, they had chosen the life of a pussy that got passed around. Just thinking about all of that had a sour feeling settling in Stella’s stomach. She didn’t want to put any more thought on what any of them did together.
“So, you actually thinking about getting some ink?” Ranger asked and leaned in to nudge her shoulder with his own.
Stella looked over at Cadeon and Little again and saw they were finishing up. “I was thinking about it, have been for a while now.”
“Your dad know about this?”
She shook her head and then knitted her brows and glanced sideways at him. “What difference does it make if he knows about it or not? It’s not like I need his permission. I’m twenty-three years old for God’s sake.”
Ranger held his hands up and started chuckling. “Calm down, girl. I’m just saying your dad likes to know what’s going on with the club, and you’re part of that.” Ranger still wore a grin, and his teeth, yellow from years of smoking, flashed through his thick beard. “Besides, this is your first, right?”
She nodded and rubbed her hands on her thighs again. She was nervous, but not because of getting a tattoo. What she was nervous about was being in Cadeon’s tattoo chair with his huge body over hers as he ran that needle over her flesh. She had wanted him since she first saw him in town, and dammit if three years wasn’t a long time to pine after a guy who hardly even looked her way. Stella was just used to guys staying away.
Big-ass biker guys who growled more than they spoke tended to make her dating schedule pretty open. But she couldn’t fault them for looking after her. Hell, she had known all of them since she barely started to walk.
“So, you gonna talk to your old man?” Ranger was grinning again, an
d it was hard not to smile as well.
“You know I am, but you also know he isn’t going to say no. I mean, every guy in here is covered with them.”
“True, but you’re his little girl.” He put his arm around her and pulled her in close to him. The scent of cigarettes intensified, but she didn’t care.
Stella looked back at Cadeon and felt her heart start to race as she watched him do such mundane things. But it was those little things, ones like him putting his equipment away, that caused the muscles of his biceps to flex and bunch under the thin material. Or when he bent over and his loose and worn jeans molded over his ass. Stella was never an “ass woman,” but good Lord, did Cadeon have a nice one.
“Girl, I’m not even looking at you, and I know you’re checking out that boy.” Ranger chuckled deeply and tightened his arm around her shoulders. “You know your dad isn’t all about you dating older guys, and certainly not one who has a reputation like Cadeon does.”
“Look, he is nearly as old as my dad and therefore not a boy—”
Ranger looked down at her, and by the expression on his face, she knew pointing out Cadeon was nearly the same age as her father probably wasn’t helping her.
“And I’m not sure what you all heard—and don’t know if I even want to know—but he isn’t nearly as bad as you guys.” She was teasing, but there was a look in his eyes, one her father normally gave her when he was being serious about something.
“Listen, I used to bounce you on my knee when you didn’t even reach it standing up.” He ruffled her hair and grinned until the corner of his eyes crinkled. “But you be careful. I may be old, but I can tell when you are making googly eyes at some boy.”
Now it was her turn to lift a brow. “Googly eyes?” She started laughing. Leave it to a biker who cursed in church to use words like “googly eyes” to get his point across.
Ranger stood and headed back toward the bar with the other members and the club whores. She watched for a second and saw Butters—a veteran female who had been spreading herself for the club longer than Stella could even remember—make her way over to Ranger and grind herself all over him.
Stella’s dad had made sure to keep her out of this atmosphere when she was growing up, but even at fifteen years old, when she was learning how to do the books of the motorcycle parts store the club owned, she heard enough rumors to last a lifetime. Then after high school, she experienced her first full-on MC party inadvertently. Ever since then, she was thick in the club and didn’t hide from even the grisly aspects of this life.
The sound of heavy footsteps coming closer had her coming out of her thoughts and looking up to watch Cadeon approach. His focus was on his cell, but she knew if she wanted this done, she had to do it now.
“Hey.”
He stopped and glanced her way. “Hey, Stella.” He grinned, and God was it one of those panty-dropping grins that made girls wet instantly. And yeah, she was one of those girls right now. “What’s up?” He shoved his phone in the back of his jeans and adjusted the bag with his tattooing equipment in his hand.
She looked over at the bar again, saw her dad eyeing her curiously, and quickly looked back at Cadeon. “I was wondering if you’d have time to give me a tattoo, my first one actually.”
He cocked a dark eyebrow, and his grin grew. “A virgin, huh?”
Stella felt her cheeks heat. The first thing she thought about was something totally different. She shook her head, and then her face heated even further. “Uh, no, I mean, yeah.”
His grin widened, and right then she wanted the ground to open her up and swallow her whole.
She stood and smoothed her suddenly sweaty hands over the back of her jeans. “But yeah, I was actually thinking of getting one. I mean, look at the guys I’m surrounded by. They are all covered in tattoos, yet I don’t even have one.” Now she was stuttering out her words and felt like some kind of fifteen-year-old girl talking to the first guy she ever crushed on. Three years of knowing him and having very small and “safe” conversations with him clearly did not make this any easier.
But honestly, all she could think about was having him so close, having his hands on her, and knowing she was going to be a nervous wreck when he finally pressed that tattoo gun down on her skin for the first time.
He ran a hand over the back of his head, and she was riveted by the way his bicep tensed and flexed from the movement. “Yeah, I can give you some ink. Just tell me the time and place, and I’ll work my schedule around it.”
Her heart started to work double-time, and she smiled. “What about this weekend?” In her peripheral vision, she saw her dad walk toward her. She turned and looked up at him, saw the nasty scar that started right below his left eye and moved all the way down to where his jugular was. He had gotten that a couple years after she was born, and it was how he had gotten the nickname “Scars.”
She might have been young, but he told her how he had gotten the scar and how her mother died. Stella hated that story, hated thinking that a rival MC had come seeking retribution and her mother had been in the wrong place at the very wrong time. It had cost her life and nearly killed her dad. This life was ugly and violent, but it was all she knew, and all her father and the men in this club knew.
“Hey, baby girl.” Her dad wrapped his big arm around her and pulled her in close to the side of his body. Stella wasn’t a “small” girl by any means and even considered herself on the thicker side. But standing next to any of the guys within the club had her feeling like she was petite. “What are you guys grinning about over here?” her father asked, but his focus was on Cadeon. He may have been the exclusive ink man for the Vicious Bastards, but her father was very protective of her and usually jumped to conclusions before getting all the facts.
“I was actually talking to Cadeon about getting my first tattoo.”
Her dad looked at her, and she saw the flash of surprise on his face. “Yeah?” He rubbed his hand up and down her arm. “I was wondering when you’d finally get one. Where you thinking about getting it?” He turned and looked at Cadeon again.
“I don’t know. I was hoping Cadeon could help me on placement.” There was a silent moment among the three of them, even though the sound of deep laughter and filthy words came from right beside them.
Her dad looked down at her again. “Well, let me know what you decide.” Scars slapped Cadeon on the back and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. He headed back to the other members by the bar.
“Come on, I’m heading out to my car anyway. I’ll walk you out.” She tilted her head toward the front door, but before she could leave, a few of the guys had to stop what they were doing and say bye too. She had never been embarrassed by the affection the guys gave her, and really wasn’t right now either, but she felt Cadeon watching everything and couldn’t help but feel her face heat at all the attention she was getting.
A lot of people in their small town hated the Vicious Bastards MC. She was known as the “biker bitch princess,” and although she shouldn’t take offense at names like that, she did take offense to people disrespecting her family.
Reckless, Colorado would have been ideal as more of a retirement community than being the home of a bunch of outlaw bikers, but this had been their home before all the “old folks” started making roots here. People talked in a small town, as they usually did, and whenever a Vicious Bastard walked down the street, people tended to stay away. Yeah, they were big, mean, usually dirty from fixing their bikes, and were the most dangerous men Stella had ever met, but if they were treated right, then they treated others like gold.
The picturesque mountain town was perfect for the MC though, and not just because it was out in the middle of nowhere. The club had pipelines set up with adjoining cities in and around Colorado, and they all had to come through Reckless to get their shit to their final destination.
Stella stepped through the clubhouse front doors first, and although she didn’t turn around to see Cadeon was right behind her
, she could feel his very presence. The sun was starting to set, and prospects and members were wrapping things up for the evening.
“So, about that tattoo.” Cadeon stepped in front and looked down at her. He grabbed his sunglasses he had placed in the collar of his shirt and slipped them over his eyes. God, the man had no idea the effect he had on women, or maybe he did and that had been what Ranger meant about his reputation. Just because she had known him for the last three years didn’t mean she knew his business. Cadeon did a pretty good job of keeping to himself, but if someone lived in Reckless, then the Vicious Bastards knew everything about them.
“Your dad is kind of worried about you,” Cadeon said.
His words had Stella lifting both her eyebrows in surprise. “You got that from that tiny interaction back there?” She pointed behind her at the clubhouse, even though it was a stupid move. Of course he would know what she was talking about.
The corner of Cadeon’s mouth kicked up. “Your dad didn’t need to tell me to watch my step for me to know that was what he meant.” Before she could respond, he was talking again. “Don’t let the tattoos and Harley fool you. I am a pretty harmless guy.” Now she didn’t know if she believed all that.
Stella smiled and glanced down at her feet. “Well, he can be pretty bad-ass without saying much.” She looked up at him again. “But if I’m going to get my very first tattoo, I’d like you to be the one to give it to me. I trust you.” Her pulse was pounding so hard and fast that she could hear it in her ears. But Cadeon was like stone in front of her and didn’t move or respond, which had the effect of making her feel like a fool. “I mean, if you want to be my first.”