“You’re my wanton hussy, CeeCee,” I rasp out, gripping her hips and thrusting upward. “Gotta be quick because we still need to shower.” There’s no way in hell I’ll let her get teased if we walk in smelling like sex.
“Quick hmm? Let me see what I can do.” Without any encouragement, she leans back against my raised thighs and starts playing with her breasts, plucking and rolling the nipples while she continues to move up and down. I can already feel my balls drawing up which somewhat shocks me since I usually have much better stamina. “Oh, God, Loki, I’m going to come,” she moans. Sliding one hand forward, my thumb begins circling her clit. Direct contact seems to agitate her, so I move around, using various degrees of pressure until I feel her pussy fluttering before she clamps down on my dick so hard, I see stars.
“Fuck, CeeCee,” I bellow. Once she comes down from her orgasm, she collapses onto my chest, both of us sweat-slickened and breathing hard. “Love you,” I murmur against her hair.
“Love you too, Loki.”
One steamy shower later plus a quick breakfast and once again, I have her right where I like her best, behind me on my bike, her breasts pressed against me. Well, that’s the second or possibly third best place I like her, but those are without clothes, so this has to do for now. Feeling the air swirl around us is the most freeing experience so I’m happy that she enjoys riding so much. I make a mental note to look at a touring bike so we can take longer rides, maybe even go away together for a weekend. Just her, me, and the open road. My bike is fine for our trips around town, but for a longer ride, I want her to be as comfortable as possible.
After we park behind the shop and head inside, she excuses herself to fix her hair, which makes me chuckle. She’s not overly vain at all, except when it comes to her locks. Of course, since I like how it feels sifting through my fingers, I won’t complain. Grabbing a couple of waters, I head toward my workstation.
“Hey, boss man, you got a minute?” Kaya asks.
“Sure, what’s up?” I reply. I start setting up the colors that I’ll need to wrap up CeeCee’s tattoo but motion for her to continue.
“I know I just started but I was able to get an appointment with the Shriner’s Hospital for my son next week. I’ll need to take at least a week, maybe ten days off for the trip. Is that going to be a problem?” she inquires. I glance at her and can tell she’s worried this will impact her job, but she doesn’t know the Poseidon’s Warriors MC yet. We may not have many kids around, but we’re all about family regardless of how they come to be that to us. Her working for our tattoo parlor places her in that category.
“Won’t be an issue. You set okay for money?” I ask. “Not a problem to give you an advance.”
“I, uh, I should be okay. I don’t want to put you out plus I hate owing people. He’s got insurance through his father.” I don’t know her whole story yet, just that she’s a single mom. I could get Specks to check deeper but want to build that trust so will let her tell me as much as she wants.
“What’s going on with your little man?” I query.
“He’s got Perthes disease,” she says.
“I promise I’m not stupid, but what the fuck is that?” I ask. I know the look on my face is one of confusion, but I’ve never heard of the disease she mentioned.
“The easiest explanation is it’s a pediatric hip disorder. The ball part of the femur doesn’t get adequate blood supply, so it dies, then when the blood supply returns, a new ball is formed. As it comes back, it sometimes forms differently, which causes its own set of issues. They have the best treatment plans and protocols in the nation which is one of the reasons I was willing to relocate clear across the country.”
“Damn, is he in any pain?” As active as I was as a kid, I can’t imagine trying to run around, play sports, wrestle with my friends, anything like that with pain.
She looks sad but nods. “Sometimes, plus he can’t participate in any kind of sports right now.”
“What kind of treatment is he looking at?”
“Well, we’ve done physical therapy, medications, and rest, which haven’t been as successful as his old doctor wanted. The Shriner’s Hospital has his records so this first visit is a consult, although they said for me to expect that he might come home casted.”
My mind is whirling with an idea, but I have to bring it to church for a vote. I know that they take care of people regardless of their availability to pay, but she still needs money for a hotel room, food, that kind of shit. “Take the time you need. I’ll get you a check later today and you can pay it back a little at a time from future checks.”
“Loki, I can’t ask you to do that. This is a business,” Kaya fusses.
“Yeah, it is. A successful one so it’s not an issue, Kaya. You’re part of the PWMC family now so just accept it, say thank you and get to work, okay?”
She blushes but nods. “Thank you, Loki. I really appreciate it.”
“Not an issue. Make sure you block off the time in the appointment book, so we don’t book any services for you while you’re gone.” She grins, shoots me a sassy salute then exits my room just as CeeCee walks in.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” CeeCee says.
“You didn’t, sweetheart. We were done. You ready to get this done?” I inquire, pulling her close for a kiss before releasing her once she’s breathless.
She giggles then nods before stripping off her shirt. I love that she’s already much more confident than she was when we first met. I’m not sure if it’s because of the tattoo or not, but I love that she’s embracing her inner strength and look forward to seeing her blossom even more. “Back or front first?” she queries.
“The back only has a few spots so let’s do that first. You should be okay to lay on it while I finish the front. How’s that sound?”
“You’re the expert, I’m just the canvas,” she teases, winking at me before getting herself situated on my table.
As I work, we talk about plans for the rest of the week. “Do you want to go see your mother on Saturday? I don’t have anything scheduled so I can block the day off,” I advise.
“I don’t want you to miss out on any potential work, honey,” she replies, turning her head so she can see me. I lean in and kiss her temple.
“Sweetheart, I’m the boss, remember? Trust me, if someone wants me to do their work, they’ll gladly schedule when I’m available.” I’m not boasting, just stating the truth. Most of my clients come from all over so that I can create something that covers up their scars. Many are far worse than CeeCee had, although they’re usually due to surgeries or burns from an accident, not from being abused as a child.
“If you’re sure then yes, I’d appreciate you coming with me. I’m really dreading it, Loki, but it has to be done.”
“I know, Angel. Like I’ve already told you, I’ll be there however you need me to be.”
She sighs and I see her practically wilt into the table. “I never told Momma M or Patsy, but I ran into her a few years ago.” The tremor in her voice has me putting my gun down, pulling my gloves off, then gently pulling her into my arms.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Tell me as much or as little as you need to, okay?” I croon into her ear. The first teardrop hits my neck, making me grateful that my room is private and due to her having to be naked from the waist up, the door is closed. Some shops have a more open environment, but I’ve found through trial and error that clients feel far more comfortable when we’re doing work in sensitive areas if there’s a door that’s able to be closed.
CeeCee
My mind drifts back to a few years ago when I ran into my mother while out running errands. I can’t help the shakes that are coursing through my body; she was awful.
“Well, if it isn’t my daughter, CeeCee,” a voice called out as I meandered through the local department store. Turning, I saw my biological mother standing there, a sneer on her worn face. Time hadn’t done her any favors, that’s for damn sure. She looke
d like she’d been rode hard and put up wet. More than once.
“Hello, Mother,” I replied, carefully keeping my expression neutral.
“I’m surprised you’re talking to me,” she jeered. “You couldn’t wait to get away from me when you were a snot-nosed little brat.”
“Maybe because you were a terrible parent,” I responded.
“You had what you needed,” she insisted. “A roof over your head, clothes, food.”
I scoffed at her words. “You’re kidding, right? We lived in a shitty part of town, I had no toys to play with, my clothes were slightly better than rags, and as for food, I was hungry more often than not, Mother.”
“Ungrateful little bitch,” she cruelly stated. “You think you’re hot shit, don’t you? Looking all fancy in your nice clothes. Bet you earned the money on your back.” I shuddered thinking of her meaning; growing up in the environment I did showed me what I didn’t want for myself. I’d go naked before I whored myself out to put clothes on my body.
“Think what you want,” I replied.
“Still a useless waste of space. I should’ve aborted you when I had the chance. You were always more trouble than you were worth, daughter dearest.”
“Not sure how you figure that since you didn’t even do the bare minimum as far as taking care of me. I mean, if memory serves, you were brought up on child neglect as well as abuse charges, remember?”
Before I was able to react, her hand snaked out and I felt the sting of it across my cheek. “You show me respect, young lady,” she growled, now in my face.
“I only show respect to those who earn it,” I stated. My cheek was stinging, and I was holding my tears at bay. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me break down. “Now, if you’ve got nothing else to say, I’ve got things to do.”
“Spiteful little cunt,” she seethed. “I was young and didn’t know any better. I didn’t have the best family life.”
“Many women are young when they have children, yet they don’t use them as human ashtrays, starve them, beat them or put them down. So, your excuse is just that, an excuse,” I advised. “Now, again, if there’s nothing of worth you want to say, I’m out of here.”
“Fine. Whatever. Go back to spreading your legs to earn your living.” I was so distraught at her verbal and physical attack that as soon as she walked away, I abandoned my cart, left the store, went home and completely lost it in the privacy of my bedroom.
“How old were you, Angel?” he asks, holding me close. I can tell he’s angry about what I just recounted; his arms are taut against me, yet still gentle.
“I had just turned seventeen,” I reply, sniffling. “But I’m older now, wiser too, so she shouldn’t get under my skin like that now.”
“Sweetheart, my heart is breaking at how she treated you. I can assure you, that’s not how decent parents are toward their kids.”
I smile at him, even though I’m sure I look like a swamp troll at this point. “I know, honey. Momma M showed me the difference long before I went to live with her and Patsy. Until them, I honestly thought that all kids were treated that way by their parents. Do you know I didn’t have my first popsicle until I was six?”
“Well, now I understand why you like them so much,” he teases, which makes me giggle. I like my ice cream too, don’t get me wrong, but popsicles tend to be my go-to snack no matter what time of the year it is. Patsy makes fun of me, but Momma M understands. It’s also why I collect angels because the first night I slept there, Momma M had an angel nightlight in the room, and she told me that I had a guardian angel watching over me.
I did.
It was her.
“They’re my favorite,” I admit. “In fact, I need to pick some up when I leave here since I’m down to the orange ones.” He bursts into laughter before kissing my forehead.
“What do you do with all the orange ones?” he asks. “I’ve been meaning to ask but never remember to do so.”
I giggle then reply, “I donate them to the local food pantry, Loki. I also make up birthday cake packages so they can give them to the families who have birthdays but don’t have the means to buy a cake. Homemade cakes are the best anyway.”
“You’re something else, CeeCee Morgan,” he whispers before he claims my mouth in a kiss that takes my breath away with its gentleness. “I love you so fucking much that if I didn’t think it would piss off Momma M and Patsy, I’d have you on the back of my bike and headed to the courthouse today.”
“She’d kill you. She’s been planning our respective weddings since we became teenagers, can you believe it? Neither of us were even dating yet she would see something and cut it out. We each have our own scrapbook full of ideas.” I shake my head; I can’t fathom why I’m telling him all of this except that he’s become my best friend and closest confidant. Patsy knows a lot, of course, but some of the things I’ve shared with him, especially today, she doesn’t have the faintest clue. I’m okay with that, though, because she’s got her own shit to deal with and I don’t want her worrying about stuff that happened that she can’t do anything to change.
“Yeah, I want to stay on her good side. You ready to get this finished, angel? We’ll get it done then grab something to eat before we head to your place.”
“What about Thelma and Louise?” I don’t want him ignoring his pets because of me.
“They’re set for the day, CeeCee,” he replies. “In fact, I’ve added an area so that we can bring the boys over so you can stay for longer periods without having to run back and forth.”
“You did?” He blows me away with how thoughtful he is, always thinking of me.
“Yes, I did. I want us to be able to spend the weekend at the clubhouse without having to leave if we don’t want to,” he says, grinning while wiggling his eyebrows at me, which causes me to giggle.
“You’ll have your brothers thinking I’m insatiable,” I whisper, my face flushing.
“Well, I know I am, so it’s bound to be the same with you,” he teases. “Now, let’s get this done, okay?”
Chapter Sixteen
Loki
Once she settles on the table again, I change out my gloves then get back to work. My thoughts are swirling around with all she shared. I can’t believe that such a vile, reprehensible human being produced a woman who doesn’t have a mean bone in her body. I silently vow that even during the hard times, she’ll never again be treated as though she’s less than.
Never again.
She’s my woman, my old lady, and I’ll protect her from any and everyone. “How does it look?” she asks, peering over her shoulder.
“Sweetheart, without a doubt, this is one of the finest tattoos I’ve ever done,” I state. The watercolors within the design are perfect, showing tattered areas where I shaded to hide the worst of the scars, while emphasizing the ‘new growth’ she’s experienced while healing.
“I’m so glad Patsy found you and your shop,” she says.
“No more than I am, Angel,” I reply. “You and I are on this ride together now, sweetheart, and we’re going to have a beautiful life.”
“From your mouth to God’s ears,” she quietly murmurs. I suspect she thinks she was quiet enough that I wouldn’t hear her, so I stay quiet. Actions will show her far more than any words ever could.
“Okay, CeeCee, flip so I can get the front done,” I command, after wiping down her back then wrapping it. When she flips, I see the flush that starts covering her upper chest and face. “Why are you embarrassed?” I ask. “I’ve more than seen you naked.” Winking at her, I take off my gloves then refill the cups with the colors I need.
“I know,” she huffs out. “But it just feels like so much more now that we’ve been intimate.” I chuckle which makes her growl. “Loki, it’s not funny! I guess what I’m saying is I feel exposed.”
“Which is why my door is closed, Angel. If anyone needs anything, they’ll knock first then wait for me to advise they can come in. You’re safe in here.�
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“I’m just being silly, aren’t I?” she muses. “You’ve seen it all, touched it all, so this is no big deal.”
Leaning down I kiss her. “It matters to you, so it matters to me.” I settle into my chair then pick up my gun. “Ready?”
“Absolutely. Let’s finish this so we can go veg out.”
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”
Forty-five minutes later, I shut the gun down, then clean her front off before making sure that it’s properly covered in ointment then wrapped. “All done?” she murmurs sleepily while looking up at me. I chuckle while nodding.
“Give me a few minutes to get my area cleaned up. I want to get pics, CeeCee,” I state. When she looks like she wants to protest, I hold up my hand. “No one will see anything inappropriate. I want you holding your arms across your breasts so the design is seen, okay?”
“I understand,” she replies, sitting up on the table. “Can I help you do anything?”
“You’re ready to get out of here, hmm?” I query, smirking down at her.
“I’m getting hungry,” she admits.
“Then let’s get this cleaned up. All of this,” I say, pointing to the stuff on the rolling tray I use, “gets tossed. I’ll spray down the table, clean my gun, then get the pictures taken.”
In less time than usual, my room is sanitized and disinfected. I pose her in front of the full-length mirror in such a way that the picture shows both the front and back of the tattoo, then turn her and take another one. “Oh, it’s stunning,” she says when I show her how they look. “Thank you so much, Loki. I can never repay you for what you doing this for me has done. I feel like a whole new woman.”
Walking into the clubhouse hand in hand, I hear Poseidon yell out, “Church in thirty minutes.”
“Be there shortly, Pres. Let me get CeeCee settled.” Guess I’ll be eating later than I anticipated. Good thing we got subs. After much discussion, we decided to go to the clubhouse for the night since she was caught up on her work and I want to keep an eye on her tattoo. We ran by her house, she got the boys settled for the night, then packed a bag. I need to pick up some things for her that can stay in my suite, so she doesn’t have to cart all her shit back and forth.
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