The SUV is filled with so much stuff by the time we leave, and a smile never leaves my face.
All three of us are so exhausted by the time we get back to Pyro’s house that all of us just wash up and then fall asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow.
I couldn’t think of a better way to spend the annual fair.
Chapter Seven
Bullet
It has been one hell of a few weeks. I didn’t think that it was possible for me to have Krista. Not only is that fucking crazy in itself, but it’s also fucking crazy that I’m sharing her with another man from a different club.
The Vicious Snakes are good men though. They remind me of the Wicked Dragons. These brothers are close, and you can tell how much they value loyalty.
I find myself picturing my life here often. I know that there is no way that I can take Krista from this.
I find myself helping out with odd jobs. Ink, the owner of the tattoo shop, also told me that if I find myself living here then I will have a job with him.
I guess the work at the fair really helped out. It was great getting to do some ink while getting to know the brothers.
I started picturing Krista with a tattoo that had Pyro’s and my name on it. I decided to draw out the design that I had in mind. There will come a time when we will want that of her, and she knows this since she has been around Old Ladies all her life. I see her checking out everyone else’s tattoos and asking questions.
The perfect one comes to mind, and I can’t wait to show her.
I find myself fitting in here and I’m starting to feel conflicted. My brothers need me back home. I can’t stay here long unless I join the closest chapter here or leave my club and ask the Vicious Snakes if they’d want a brother who left his club.
Krista went with Pyro for the day and I know that he would protect her with his life.
I decide to head to the tattoo shop. There, I find a stressed looking Ink. When I look around, there are a lot of people waiting.
He looks relieved to see me walk in.
I lift my chin at him. “What’s going on?”
“Thank fuck you’re here,” he says with a big exhale.
“What do you need?” I ask.
“It’s fucking walk-ins day. The one day a month that we don’t schedule tattoos and will do walk ins if the tattoos requested are of a decent size. Both Dash and Razor are sick. Fucking stomach flu, man. I could use an extra hand.”
I nod my head. “Where should I set up?”
He points to a chair over on the other side of the room from him. “It’s no one’s spot. Make yourself comfortable with the machine and get what you need. Then grab the first person in line. They write their names down on a list. Just pick from the top. Kind of like how we did it at the fair.”
I nod my head in understanding.
That’s what I spend the next eight hours doing. I take a break to eat some of the take-out that Ink ordered and then get back to it.
I texted Krista to let her know that I would be gone all day. She told me not to rush if Ink needed my help that badly.
It turned out to be a good day. I liked being busy, especially since this is what I love to do.
Once the shop is closed up, we are about to head out and Ink puts a hand on my shoulder briefly.
“Thanks for the help,” he says with a chin lift.
“No problem. I love to ink,” I say with a smirk.
He laughs. “No kidding. If you find yourself here permanently, the chair is yours.” He points to the chair I’ve been using all day.
I can’t help my mouth from falling open in shock.
“No shit?” I say.
He nods his head seriously. “No shit, you’re good and can work under pressure. You will fit right in,” he says looking me in the eye. I feel like he's talking about more than just me working for him, but I don’t say anything. I just nod my head as we head out.
This is something that I’m going to have to think hard about. I can’t just make a quick decision. I climb on my bike and head out.
When I get back to Pyro’s, it’s late and I see a plate for me in the fridge. I heat up the Chinese food and quickly down that with a bottle of water. I rinse out my plate and head upstairs.
I assume they both are already sleeping, but boy was I wrong.
Krista is on top of Pyro and riding him like her fucking depended on it.
My mouth goes dry at the hot as fuck sight.
They both look over at me and Krista looks lost in pleasure. Pyro lifts his chin and smacks Krista on the ass. She gasps through a moan.
Damn, I’m going to have to remember that. I love that our woman likes it rough.
I quickly get undressed and join them on the bed.
I move behind Krista and kiss her between the shoulder blades.
“Blake," she says with a moan.
“Shhhhh. I’ve got you, baby,” I say in her ear.
She actually fucking shudders and I fucking love that she’s so responsive. She’s fucking perfect for us.
“You alright with this, baby?” I ask as I bring a finger down to her ass and slowly slide it down.
She nods her head. “No. I need words, babe,” I say kissing her neck.
“Yes, having
