Page 1 of Ink's Devil

Chapter One

Ink

“So, Pyro’s married. Got the ball and chain well and truly attached now.” Lizard, my MC brother and manager of the Satan’s Devil’s tattoo parlour, chuckles raising what must be his sixth beer of the night as if in salute.

“Yeah. How about that?” Mace, our enforcer replies, his brow furrowing. “It was obvious what he thought about her from the start, but he had to stay clear as Skull,God damn his soul,had claimed her.” His face twists and then relaxes into an approximation of a smile. “But never believed Ro would end up married.”

“Kid coming along too,” I say, pressing my lips together. “He seems fuckin’ happy about it. Me? Nah. I prefer being single.” I glance around the posh banqueting hall where the wedding reception is being held. Breezy, Titsy, Sheila, Tulia, and Bella, our sweet butts, have all been invited and seem to scrub up well. Today, they’re wearing clothes more suitable to the occasion rather than the barely nothing that’s their usual attire. My cock twitches as I wonder which I’ll go with tonight. One, that’s for certain. Maybe two if I get my chance. I’ll have to get in quick though. Weddings make everyone horny and they’ll be in high demand.

Club girls know the score and exactly what they are there for, which is to satisfy the members in any way they want their appetites met. No courtship necessary or even foreplay if you’re not in the mood, but usually I am, ensuring both partners have fun and get off. I don’t need a woman to be faithful to me, nor me to them.

Stick with one woman like Pyro? Nah. Though, if the proud beam on his face is anything to go by, it seems to suit my brother well enough.

Mace stares down into his bottle of beer, then glances up and gives me a nudge. “Well will you take a look at that? Mel’s coming over. That bitch with her looks hot.”

She looks fucking huge. My eyes widen as I watch what must be the tallest woman I’ve ever seen crossing the room. Mel is looking like a little kid at her side. As my eyes soak her in, I notice her hair is bright blue, matching the shade of the bridesmaid’s dress she’s wearing. Definitely not a sign suggesting she’s shy.

Lizard has overheard Mace’s comment and leans in, uttering confidentially, “I could definitely do her.” Then, louder, he calls out, “Hey, Mel. Are you going to introduce us?” He doesn’t try to hide the leer in his eyes as his gaze takes in her friend, a process that uses more than a moment, as there’s a lot of her to observe. Liz is right to take his time. Christ, that woman’s nearly as tall as I am, and I’m six-foot-six.

Mel’s smiling which is nothing new. She’s not stopped beaming since Pyro slid his ring on her finger a few hours ago. “Sorry Liz,” she says bluntly, “it’s not you she’s interested in.”

Mace straightens beside me.

“Or you,” she chuckles.

In a mock show of hurt he places his hand over his heart.

There are only three of us propping up this part of the bar. I raise my eyebrow.

“Yeah, Ink. It’s you. Ink, this is Beth. Beth, this is Ink. The rest is up to you.”

Fuck me. With that Mel turns and strides off heading toward her husband as though she can’t bear being parted with him for long, leaving me with her friend.

Beth glances after Mel in surprise at having been so abruptly abandoned, and while she’d looked confident walking over, now she shifts awkwardly, balancing her weight first on one foot and then the other, sending sly appraising glances my way through her eyelashes.

Lizard had been right. She’s a good-looking bitch. A bit younger than Mel, mid-to-late-twenties would be my guess. The startling colour of her hair is so vivid, it suggests she’s only just dyed it. It hangs down past her shoulders in waves and perfectly matches the colour of her eyes. Her skin is fair, as is most of ours. After all, it’s winter. Her midnight-blue dress hugs her figure showing she’s slender, not much to offer in the tits department, but with a shapely ass. Intriguingly, she’s looking me straight in the face. Bitches normally have to crane their necks to look up at me.

Interesting as she is, I don’t do citizens.

The silence stretches out. Liz and Mace have started a discussion about the new model Harley is bringing out, and while I’m eager to join in and offer my opinion, I’d be rude to ignore Mel’s friend. But I don’t have anything to say to her, any small talk would have to involve bikes or sport.

In the end, it’s her who breaks the silence. “Why, Ink?” Her hand indicates my skin, left bare as nature intended.

Knowing exactly what she’s asking, it’s not the first time the question has been posed. I shrug. “I don’t like needles. No fuckin’ way am I getting a tattoo.”

“Fuckin’ pussy,” Liz overhears and mutters out of the side of his mouth.

Reaching around Mace, I clip Lizard’s ear.

Our interaction makes Beth give a nervous laugh, before saying, “I don’t have any either.”

I don’t give a fuck one way or another. Caught by movement out of the corner of my eye, my gaze shifts behind her. It’s Tulia, and she’s gesturing at me. I give her a nod, and Beth turns to see what I’m looking at. Her face falls when she sees it’s another girl. Her expression suggests she already knows about the club whores and interprets my non-verbal communication with Tulia correctly.

I know I’m being a bastard, and with the club girl hovering in the background, feel strangely compelled to offer an explanation. “Look, Beth, I’m not in the market for a civilian.” As her head tilts in confusion, I try again. “You’re obviously a nice girl, Beth. I’m a biker. I stick with my own kind, if you get my drift.” Another glance behind her shows Tulia’s now been joined by Breezy. Judge is openly fondling Breezy’s tits as he pulls her back against him, and from the movement of his hips and the dilation of her eyes it’s not hard to guess he’s rubbing his cock against her.

Beth swallows hard, then offers, “I could walk on the wild side.”

“Nah, sorry, darlin’, but I’m not interested.” I’m direct and to the point. Nothing to gain by leading her on and trying to let her down gently.

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