Page 46 of Biker Daddies

It’s huge.

“Well, yeah, right now,” Colt says to Dart, interrupting Match’s explanation. “No one else is here. It’s a slow day. You’ll need to know you won’t be able to have sex without protection for six months to avoid tearing.”

“But I can have sex?”

“I don’t recommend it for two months. Don’t come crying to me if your dick tears.”

“Okay, I can do that.” Dart gulps.

As I sketch the dragon, I say, “It’s not so bad, man. Then, when you do have sex, it feels great. Do it. Women like it too.”

“Well, come on. Whip this thing out so I can get on with my day.” Colt opens the door to the piercing studio.

Dart disappears into the studio and Colt gives me a wink. “Alright, drop your pants and bend over.”

“Bend over!” Dart screams, and the entire store bursts into laughter.

He doesn’t need to bend over. Colt just likes to joke around with all the MC brothers to freak them out.

The doorbell rings again and this time it’s Bookie.

“Bookie, what can I do ya for?” Alto asks.

“I was hoping you’d touch up that phoenix on my arm.”

“You caught me on a good day. Sit down. I’ll prep. I can get you in now.”

“Sweet.”

“Oh, fuck!” Dart yells from behind the closed door.

Bookie lifts his brows in question from the possible torture happening behind the door.

“He’s getting his cock pierced,” I explain, bored.

“Ah.” Bookie takes a seat and I feel him hover.

I stop sketching, turning to see him look over my shoulder. “Can I help you?”

“Just loving to see you draw, man. You’re so talented.”

My cheeks heat from the compliment. I don’t take attention well. I don’t understand what I’m supposed to say, so I keep drawing. It’s a quick picture I have in my mind for Match.

“Where are you wanting this? I’ll need space and something like this won’t do well on your arm,” I state.

“I’m thinking my back. It’s free.”

I nod, liking the idea of having so much space to work with. I draw a tree too, something with no leaves. It’s long, dead branches, then I draw quick flames on that from the dragon blowing fire.

“Okay, I’ll clean this up with a pen obviously. This is quick so you have an idea of what I have going on in my head. If you want to add or change anything let me know.” I toss him my sketch pad and wipe my hand on my pants, leaving a trail of charcoal.

I love drawing with charcoal. There’s something very pure about the messy lines. There is a truth to it. It isn’t about perfection, but just getting the image down.

“Holy shit, Bane.” Match stares at the drawing. “You did this in five minutes.”

I shrug. “I know it isn’t amazing, but the real thing will be.”

“Real thing?” He scoffs, lifting the art up. “I want this. I want this exactly how it is. It’s perfect, Bane. I want this drawing. Not another.”

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