Page 33 of Everlasting

“Big Brother Kane has him today,” she told me with a wide grin plastered on her face. “We were going to head out Christmas shopping and then see if we could hide the presents somewhere clever. Erin flip-flopped her head from side to side in one of her crazy-quirky gestures and then shrugged her shoulders up and down once. “We ended up having hot sex in the shower instead. Also, on the balcony, and then…”

“We get the dirty little picture you’re attempting to paint,” my sister told her. Anna wasn’t a prude at all, she just never cussed. It was her thing. She always told me that if you couldn’t come up with better words, you weren’t using all of your creativity or your brain. My sister was an author though, so she had all the words at her disposal. I usually just had my middle finger.

“Oh Anna!” Erin sighed. “Do I need to have a talk with Joker about how to sex you up really good so that you’re less judgy when other people are enjoying it?”

“I’m not judgy, but Zeke is like my long-lost brother. There’s no way I want to hear about him taking you to pound-town all morning long.” Anna shivered. “Now, if you want to hear about what Joker and I get up to, I’ll let that marinate on your brain for a while.”

“Nah!” Erin hurriedly responded. “You’d take all the fun out of it without the dirty words. I can just imagine it… ‘Joker! Oh, wait! What is that? Do you have a Mag Light in your pocket, or are you just excited to see me!’ Then the scene fades to black and we never know if he threw you up against the wall, tossed you on the bed, fucked you dirty in the shower just so you could conveniently get clean again.” She waved the thoughts away. “No, you keep your fade to black sex to yourself, thank you very much.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the two of them. They had always gone back and forth with one another that way since Erin came back from college and Anna and I had grown so close.

“She’s laughing,” my sister announced.

“That’s a good sign,” Erin agreed with her.

“I’m sitting right here, you nuts!”

“We know,” they both said at once, which sent them both into a fit of giggles. I knew what they were doing and thank fuck! It was working.

“I was thinking that I could use some fresh ink from my bestie,” Erin blabbed out of nowhere.

“Won’t your husband, my former mentor, be upset that I’m adding to your collection?”

“Um, no! Besides, it’s my body. I can have anyone I want to ink me!”

I laughed at that. Zeke may not have started out in the MC, but he was just like those guys and fit right in once he joined. He was a possessive as fuck asshole. There was no way he’d allow just anyone to tat up his wife. Then again, I wasn’t just anyone. “You know what? Let’s go. I need to get out of this house for a bit anyway.”

“Are you bringing the kids with you?”

“No, she’s not,” Anna told me. “That’s what I was coming over here for anyway. I was going to offer to babysit for a while so you could get out. Turns out, I just had better timing than I thought.”

“Thanks, Sis.” I pulled Anna in for a hug. “I owe you.”

“Nothing. You owe me nothing. Now, go with Erin and enjoy the day.” I turned to head to my bedroom to go get dressed, since I was still in a pair of Deck’s boxers and the tank top that I’d slept in. “Wait, do you have plenty of Moo Juice stocked up in the fridge?”

“Moo Juice?”

“Oh, this should be good,” Erin clapped her hands waiting for my sister’s reply.

Anna cupped her boobs and gave them a squeeze. “You know, Moo Juice, for Archer?”

“Oh my God! You did not just do that, you dirty little bitch!” Erin squealed out amidst her laughter.

I just shook my head at my sister. “Not you too!” The groan that followed my complaint reverberated through my body. The men at the club had nothing but jokes about my milky tits and now my sister was adding to that. Jesus. I really needed to think about a breast reduction when I was done being an all-you-can-eat buffet for my son.

“There’s plenty of breast milk in the fridge,” I told my sister before I rolled my eyes at her and walked away.

“Well, that went better than expected,” I heard Erin say to Anna. “Now, tell me everything.” I wasn’t even mad that they were about to talk about my life behind my back. I knew it was all in love and that Erin just needed to be filled in on the details so that she knew how to handle me throughout the day. I loved my girls. The one thing I never had to fear was not having someone to take my back when shit got real. I’d been there once before where the only people I could rely on had been Erin and my mom. Now, I had more people added to that list and it felt nice to know that I wasn’t alone. They all managed to help, even on the days when all I felt was lonely because I was missing my husband.

It didn’t take too long to get dressed and for us to drive over to the studio. What surprised me, when we got there, was that Gretchen was seated in a chair about to get some work done. Despite working in a tattoo studio and having a husband who was an award-winning tattoo artist, Gretchen didn’t have a whole lot of ink on her. “What’s going on?”

“Hey, Ever!” Sarah remarked as I stood there watching her apply the transfer to Gretchen’s shoulder blade area.

“Sarah,” I called back in greeting. Sarah Pienaar was the woman who had taken over a lot of my work when I had to lessen my hours at the shop after Deck went missing. She was originally from South Africa, though her mom was of mixed heritage, stemming from both France and South Africa. Sarah’s father had been a mix of African, Hispanic, and something else. She was never certain though because her father died before she was born, and his family refused to claim her and cut all ties with her mother after the incident. When we had talked about it before, Sarah had joked that she just claimed a little of everything thanks to her parentage and the little bit of mystery surrounding her father’s background.

I leaned over and took a look at the transfer Sarah had applied. “Oh, wow! That is going to be amazing. I want to see immediately when it’s done.”

“Why don’t you guys just hang out and watch then. You can keep me company. I hate going under the needle,” Gretchen whined.

Sarah smacked Gretchen’s ass and laughed at her. “Going under the needle,” she repeated as she chuckled. “You make it sound like you’re going into surgery.”

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