“What he’s saying is, I’m his old lady, or do we have to ask permission first?”
Micro and Harley eyed each other as the room silenced once more, and my heart started thudding in my chest. Were theyabout to say no, or put it to a vote, and it gets denied? Was I about to have my heart broken after all? To have to choose between my woman and the club? Fucking hell.
“Tell him before he swoons like a fucking wuss!”
“We already took a vote, and we’re in favour, brother. Thanks to Grimm’s kindness, we’re even all set up in the VIP area.”
What? “To do it right now? To ink us both tonight?”
“Suddenly he gets second thoughts.”
“Maybe wants to talk some more first.”
“Yeah, tell us about his feelings or some shit.”
“Don’t get him started, he’ll go on all night.”
I couldn’t help laughing at the assholes as they mocked me for my tendency to prattle on when I’m nervous, or when it’s some life changing shit going on. Still, I wasn’t the only one who could say the wrong thing in the heat of the moment, right?
“You think I’m bad? You should hear what she said after we shagged the other night.”
“Henley!”
They were all interested now.
“Oh come on. Tell us.”
“Unless it’s some shit like ‘ooooh you have such a lovely cock’.”
“Oooh it’s so big, Henley!”
“Just tell us before I have to twat this lot,” Micro yelled, waving at them to shut it.
I grinned at Glory, who narrowed her eyes at me in warning.
“So, right when we’ve just, you know, uh… finished… and we’re relaxing in the aftermath. Yeah, well right then, that’s when she pipes up with ‘Look at me, I’m wearing a Henley’.”
The women all started to giggle, because the old ladies were scattered among the brothers in attendance, most of both chapters in fact, but many of the guys looked bemused.
“I don’t get it.”
“Is there another Henley then?”
“It’s a clothing brand!” One of the women hissed at him, and then they started explaining, and that’s when I dragged Glory against me and kissed her hard.
“You weren’t supposed to tell them!”
I grinned, threading my fingers through her soft hair and tilting her head up to mine.
“Sweetheart, there’s no way you’re getting away with that shit. You made it weird.”
Tattoos, man. The onething that separates us from dating, or being lovers, to literally being married in the eyes of the club. Ink is permanent, just like we were meant to be.
Has was doing mine, while Rocket inked Glory, and we were sitting side by side, our hands linked together because this moment was fucking huge. We’d been best friends first. We’d been friends for more than a decade, and the lost years were nothing but a bad memory now. For us, this was so much more. This was the culmination of every smile, and laugh, every movie watched, every book read together, every time we fell asleep together, every phone call, every text message. Everything. Those had all been really tiny baby steps towards the goal. Us.
“You don’t mind if I add some dicks in this design, right?” Has asked, but he was glaring at Rocket as he spoke, and that bastard was laughing quietly.
“First off, hell no, and secondly, why?”