She looks up to me, pain still visible in her eyes. “I’m always hot.”
I chuckle. “That’s true.”
“You ready, big man?” Greg asks while cleaning up his chair.
I nod to him and look back to Jenna just as her stomach growls. “Go next door and grab yourself a burger. You can eat and watch at the same time. This is going to take a while. No reason for you to starve while you’re waiting.”
“Sorry, man. No food in the tattoo room, so she’ll have to eat out front,” Greg says.
I lean down and give her a quick kiss. “Go on, baby girl. I’ll be out as soon as I can.”
After she walks out of the room, I pull my shirt over my head and climb onto the table so Greg can get started. My tattoo doesn’t take nearly as long as Jenna’s, mostly because he’s been working on it for nearly two years. The fact that Jenna hasn’t noticed it surprises the shit out of me.
When Greg is done, I jump off the table and walk to the mirror. “Fuck, man. It’s amazing.”
He nods as he pulls out his camera and starts snapping shots. “It’s one of my best, if I do say so myself. I wasn’t sure where you were heading when we first got started, but now that it’s done, I love it.”
I pull out my wallet and hand over a couple off hundreds. “Does that cover it?”
He nods as he leads me to the front. When Jenna sees me, her eyes start to search my body. “Let me see.”
I shake my head. “You have to wait until we get back to the club house.”
Jenna
As soon as we walk into the clubhouse, Kidd pulls me down the hallway to his room. Well, I guess it’s our room now. My old room is now officially Rum’s, since he’ll be receiving his cut soon. I was mad when I heard they’d given my room away, but I got over it pretty quick. No reason to be mad over something I can’t change. Plus, I get to lay my ass down beside Kidd every night.
When we get into the room, Kidd pulls off his shirt and lays down on the bed, laying on his stomach. “Come tell me what you think?”
I climb onto the bed and straddle his thighs. The plastic covering on his back distorts the tattoo, but I can still make out my name in big block letters across his shoulder. A smile crosses my lips as soon as I see it, but disappears when I notice what surrounds it. Large icebergs are covering his entire back, and in the center is a diamond encrusted princess crown, none of which are new. I run my hands over the crown and say, “When did you get this?”
“I had the icebergs done about five years ago. I added the crown last Christmas.”
“Why?” I choke out.
He slowly rolls over, being careful not to knock me off the bed. “The icebergs not long after I christened you, Ice. The princess crown came after I heard a few of the boys calling you the princess of the Renegade Sons.”
This makes no sense. Why would he do something like that? “I don’t understand. Why did you get them?”
He reaches up and cups my cheeks. “Jenna, I’ve always known you were mine. I couldn’t get your name until you became my old lady, but I wanted to wear a piece of you on me.”
My eyes water at his words. Yes, they brought fuckin’ tears to my eyes. “Shut up!”
“What?”
I look in his eyes as tears begin to fall down my face. “I’m not one of those girly girls. I don’t cry, and I don’t do sappy, so you gotta stop making me cry by being all badass boy sweet.”
A slow smile spreads across his face as he pulls me flat against his chest. “How about I stop being sweet and start being dirty?”
“Dirty is better than sweet,” I say, burying my face into his neck.
He slowly slides his hands over my ass, digging his fingers between my cheeks. “How dirty?”
A smile crosses my face as I run my tongue from his collar bone to his ear. “As dirty as you want.”
Before I can blink, he has me on my back and is removing my clothes. As soon as I’m down to my bare ass, he jumps from the bed and kicks off his boots. “Put your hand on your pussy baby, and get it ready for me.”
I do as he says while watching him take off his jeans. As soon as his cock springs free, I decide to give him a present. I sit up and crawl to the side of bed, and then reach out and run my tongue across the tip of his dick.
He jumps back. “No, you don’t do that shit.”