Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,30
she wore for protection, her back remained perfectly still. I’d love to strip her off, see her prostrate on the floor with her tits smashing into her armpits with the pressure of the pose, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. If I’d warned her I was here, after sneaking in while David was using the bathroom and she was inking someone, using the key she’d begrudgingly given me to get out in the morning so I could leave for work before her, then she could have prepared… That was the advantage of her working and living in the same building. She could have stripped the second she hit the private area, then walked up the stairs to her apartment.
Next time…
And Christ, there had to be a next time because as I sat here, watching her, sweet fuck, I needed it as much as she did.
“It was a good day and a bad day,” she said at long last.
I never could tell if my silence worked on her, or if it took her that long to cast off that other Indy.
“Why?”
“Stone came in. She had her brand inked on. I worked on Steel’s back piece. He has her name tatted on him. It’s old.” She swallowed. “Really old.”
I arched a brow at that. “For as long as he’s been pushing her away, I guess?”
She hummed. “It’s funny…”
“What is?”
“Stone’s real name is Pierre.”
My brow furrowed. “Isn’t that a guy’s name?”
“Yeah, well, that’s Stone’s Ma for you. Dumb bitch.”
“Wait…” My lips twitched. “So Steel’s been walking around with a guy’s name inked on his back for a decade?”
“Pretty much.” She smiled, and her head shifted slightly so she could see me better. It didn’t work, but I liked that she tried. Enough that I got to my feet, moved closer so she could see me from her position, and I didn’t just crouch down, I crossed my legs at the ankle and got comfortable by placing my hands flat to the ground and leaning back.
“You made it butch?”
“It was pretty plain before,” she murmured. “I was really just refreshing it. The lines were getting blurry.”
“When Stone and Steel got together, you told me you’d already designed her brand—did she like it?”
Her smile made another appearance. “She did.”
“I’m glad,” I told her simply.
“Giulia came in too. She wants more ink. We talked about her working for me for a while.”
“Really? She has work at the clubhouse though.”
She sniffed. “Relying on you fuckers for money will put her in the poorhouse.”
“If poorhouses still existed,” I pointed out. “We’re not exactly living in a Charles Dickens’ book.”
Indy rolled her eyes. “You’re probably the only biker in that clubhouse who knows who Dickens is.”
I snorted. “You have met your brother, right? And Rex and Maverick? They’re clever—”
Huffing, she muttered, “I know, I know. Just saying, is all. There are different kinds of clever. Rex could wage a world war and win but talking about British literature, even just mentioning it, would turn him cross-eyed.”
“Watch the sass or your butt will sting some more,” I said calmly.
Her nose crinkled, but said butt wiggled, making me smile at the sight. Even if she didn't want a spanking, that ass of hers did.
She’d get it too. Just not as a welcome home.
“What’s she going to do at Indiana Ink?” I queried, curious, and wondering if Nyx knew his woman and his sister had plans that they definitely hadn’t asked the club about.
“Help David out at first.” She grunted, then like she was telling me a secret worthy of the Secret Service, admitted, “But I’ve been thinking about bringing a full-time piercer into the studio.”
A cough escaped me. “Giulia? You want her as a piercer? Is she trained?”
“No, she isn’t trained for anything, and I’d like to change that. I’ll invest in her if I can tie her to the studio, and considering she suggested it, I figured she’d probably get a kick out of it. She’s sadistic enough by nature.”
“Exactly what you want in a fucking piercer.”
She grinned, and it did something to me, something to my goddamn insides to see that smile. “True, dat.”
“She can pierce your nipples when you think she’s ready,” I said softly, and my tone had her tensing.
“Who said I was piercing them?”
“Me? I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Just never liked the idea of another dude seeing your tits.”
A shaky breath escaped her. “C-Cruz?”
I hummed.
“You have no say over my body.”
“I have full say over your body,” I returned, my voice calm.