Page 94 of Motorycle Daddies

“Why not?” She tosses the tattoo in my direction. “Would you be so kind to do the honors?”

I smirk, relieved that she likes it and wants to show me she does by asking to have it put on her body straight away. I take the tattoo off the bed and stare into her eyes. It seems like my gift activated a switch inside of her, because her eyes are burning with a sudden desire.

I head for the bathroom and wet a small washcloth. It needs to be well-saturated for the tattoo to adhere properly. I take a look at myself in the mirror and run my fingers through my beard, excited to try the new gift Meredith got me as soon as I have a few minutes to myself. For now, I’m eager to see where she wants to see the tattoo placed. Really, I just want to be close to her.

I return to the bedroom to see Meredith sitting up more and scooching forward on the bed. She looks at me like Christmas morning as I walk to the foot of the bed, never breaking eye contact with her. It’s like she can see into my heart and everything I want to say to her.

“Where do you want it?” I ask, and it sounds more devious than intended.

A sly smile appears on Meredith’s lips. The way the sun is shining on her hair and glowing from behind her torso, she looks like the sweetest angel looking to be absolutely ravaged.

“Are you asking me about the tattoo, or something else?”

“I guess that depends on how you’re feeling, baby girl,” I say.

She curls her finger and summons me to the bed. She pulls her long hair to one side and lets it fall over the front of her body. She tugs her nightgown down so that her shoulder is exposed, and it looks good enough to eat. I want nothing more right now than to taste every part of her.

“I feel perfect,” she says. “Come on to the back here and we’ll put it on the upper part there.”

I take a seat behind her and trace my fingers across the area she’s pointed out. I take the plastic off the tattoo and adhere the sticky part of tattoo to her skin. She smells so good I almost get lost in the scent of her, too distracted to do a simple task.

When I put the washcloth on the back of the tattoo I press and the water drips down her back. It’s colder than I realized, and I should have made it warmer. She moans from the cold pressing against her back and giggles a little bit from the surprise. I feel myself hardening in my pants.

“We just have to give this a minute,” I say, and I don’t know how I’m not going to explode and just throw her down on the bed.

“I’m so glad you’re feeling better, darlin’.” Grizzly says. He moves in toward her for a kiss. Seeing her get lovey with Grizzly gets my jealousy going, but also my desire. Once the tattoo is well saturated, I remove the washcloth and pull the paper part off her skin. The cupid is on her skin perfectly without so much as a crack or tear to be found.

“So wet,” she says.

I lean into her ear and ask her, “You or the tattoo?”

She raises her hand to her mouth with a flirtatious giggle. “Can’t it be both?”

I blow at her tattoo to help it dry, and I swear I can feel her body shiver. As much as I want to reach my hands around her and caress her, moving my hand down to feel her wetness for myself, I know she’s supposed to be getting rest right now. Even though I have a raging boner, and I’m sure we could all devour her right now, I don’t know that it’s the best thing for her.

“I’m raging for you,” I whisper into her ear. “But I’m going to be a gentleman and let you get more rest before I take advantage of you. And I hope you know that I intend to. If this tattoo shows you anything, let it show you that I crave every part of you, most of all your heart.”

I place my hand on her side and squeeze gently, thinking about how good it feels to be so in rhythm with her. It’s like my body is addicted to her, and I have to try and fight off the urge.

She turns her head to look back at me. “Thank you for the tattoo, Trap. I love it.”

“You got it, baby girl.”

I kiss her cheek, then adjust myself so my boner isn’t completely obvious as I lift myself off the bed and sit back down in my chair.

Grizzly pulls a somewhat large box out from under the bed. I’m not sure what he’s going to give her, but something tells me it’s going to show me up big time. My only saving grace is the present we all chipped in to buy for her. I hate that I will always and forever be shown up by these guys. It’s a wonder Meredith keeps me around and cares about me at all.

Meredith looks downright giddy as she begins opening the box Grizzly hands to her. I figure it must be the size of the package that has her so much more excited. It’s good to see her so happy.

“Oh my God,” she says, her face lighting up as she pulls out a jacket resembling the ones the three of us wear daily. “You got me my very own jacket?”

“That’s right,” he says. “It’s obvious to all of us how much of a part of us you are.”

“You deserve this,” Dart says, rubbing his hand across her knee.

Meredith pushes the box to the side and drapes the jacket around her shoulders. It looks perfect on her.

I feel like I should be the one to present the next gift to her. We all went in on it equally, but I can’t let Grizzly or Dart have it. I didn’t live up to the other gifts with the tattoo, and I want her to know how special she is to me. I’ve fallen for her just as hard as either of the other two have.

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