*steamy content ahead*
My stomach lurches at the sight of her, my vision is clouded with memories I thought I lost.
Here she is, next to her.
Abelle is speaking to my Alex in a very animated manor, as she usually does. She speaks with her hands moving all over the place. I used to call her Jazzy, as her hand movements reminded me of jazz hands.
I contemplated running out of the clubhouse and never coming back, maybe I could start somewhere new. Man up, Pussy.
I shove my hands in my jean pockets and slowly creep my way over to where Alex is.
Abelle notices my appearance over Alex's shoulder, she perks up.
Alex turns her head to find what suddenly stole Abelles attention, her eyes darted between mine.
"Pierce!" Abelle squealed in her familiar accent.
She hopped out of her seat and threw her arms around me, her warm scent shot me through the chest. Alex kept her eyes focused on me, and I returned the contact.
I took hold of Abelles arms that were choking me and lowered them to her side.
"Abelle, always a pleasure." I smiled.
I took a seat next to Alex, trying not to be obvious.
Alex turned towards me, "Where were you?" She whispered.
Katrinas naked body flashed through my thoughts for a split second, "Had to run a errand."
I was disappointed in myself, I just hoped she didn't know that. I wanted Alex to look at me with pride, I wanted her to know how much she meant to me; but she doesn't.
She nodded and sunk down into the chair, letting a few stray hairs fall in her face.
"So, how long have you two known each other?" Abelle asked, leaning forward and propping her head in her hands.
"Awhile, I guess." I looked between both Abelle and Alex, their eyes burning a hole on my face.
"Yeah, we're friends." Alex looked away from me and smiled at Abelle.
Friends. We were just friends.
That word by itself hurt my head.
"Oh.." Abelle stood up. "So you won't mind in I steal him for a moment?" She asked, but it was more of a demand.
"No, not at all." Alex waved her hands.
I gave Alex a look, she ignored me.
She didn't know about Katrina, so I don't know what's set her off.
Before I could question, Abelle was pulling me off in another direction to 'talk'.
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Alex's POV
Pierce must think I am the stupidest person to walk the earth. Nobody goes on an 'errand' and returns with a hickey on his neck. Motherfucker isn't slick.
I'm not going to walk around here looking like a damn fool because he thinks I don't know what's going on, but I do.
I've been clueless as to think Pierce would put all that aside for me.
As I was wrapped up in my thoughts, I hadn't even realized Grim had taken a seat beside me.
"Alex?" He asked, looking at me with a confused expression.
"Huh?" I lifted my head, tucking my hair behind my ears.
He gave a deep laugh, pushing his hair out of his eyes, "I asked why you looked upset."
I guess i'm not the greatest at hiding my emotions, but who is?
"Oh, it's nothing, just a bit tired." I crossed my legs, and straightening my posture.
"I know somethin' that might wake you up." Grim said barely above a whisper. His eyes searched my face and were darting from my lips to my eyes.
I knew Grim wasn't dangerous, at least I thought so. Maybe he could be fun, just for the night at least.
I looked over towards the direction Abelle and Pierce went, they were nowhere to be found.
I returned my attention to Grim, "I'm bored. Fancy a walk?"
A few minutes later, Grim and I were walking aimlessly down the road away from the clubhouse; both us us sharing random details about each other. Grim had revealed how he received the name 'Grim': the other members teased him about how 'grim' it was that his appearance appealed to a young Mick Jagger.
I thought it was cute.
"Okay, I shared something, your turn." Grim nudged me with his arm. I stayed silent for a few moments, the sound of our shoes against the pavement filled the air.
"Well, i've always wanted a tattoo." I laughed, cheeks turning red.
Grim stopped in his tracks, a laugh escaped his lips, "Really?"
I nodded my head, the breeze blowing against both of us.
"Then let's do it." He grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards the clubhouse.
"Now?"
"Yeah, why not?"
As we were near the clubhouse, Grim jogged towards his motorcycle, which was a dashing shade of red. He prompted me to come closer towards him, he then handed me the spare helmet hanging on the handle bars.
He swung him leg over the seat and straddled the bike. I pulled the helmet over my head, and pulled the hair away from my face.
Just as I was about to hop on, he pulled his leather jack off of his shoulders and handed it to me,"Stay warm, Kitten."
We rode the streets of downtown, the streetlights made the road look a bit red. The neon light and smell of food all blended together. I held myself tighter against his back, savoring the way he smelled like cinnamon. His musk made my adrenaline rush in a way i haven't felt for a long time.
I didn't take long before we were parked in front of a building with a dozens of neon lights crowding the windows.
A big sign that read 'Guns n' Needles' was lit up.
Grim was the first off of the bike, pulling his helmet off and shaking his head so his honey brown hair fell in his eyes. I followed his actions and took the helmet off.
I stepped off of the bike and pulled the dress down so it covered what it was supposed to, not that it was that helpful anyway.
I look up and caught Grims eyes on my legs, I pretended to cough so that his attention was back to my eyes. He smiled and shrugged, "Just admiring. That's all."
I bumped him with my elbow and walked past him towards the tattoo parlor.
We walked up the steps side by side, the creaky wood singing an eerie tune.
As we reached the top, Grim opened the door and motioned me to walk in.
The first thing I noticed was all of the posters hanging on the walls, it was clear whoever owned this place had a fascination for classic rock.
I let my eyes wonder all around the room, leather chairs and plants indicating that it was a waiting area.
Grim walked past me and towards the front desk, hopping over the counter so that he was behind it.
"Grim, what are you doing," I narrowed my eyes at him. He ignored me and kept digging in the drawers.
"Got it." He pulled a pair of keys out of a drawer, and tossed it at me. As the keys landed in my hand, another person walked in the room.
"Hey, boss." A burly looking man said to Grim.
Grim looked at me and smiled.
"Surprise.."
"You asshole, you didn't tell me you owned this place." I rolled my eyes.
Grim laughed, "You talk too much."
He turned and hopped back over the counter.
"Follow me." Grim places his hand on the small of my back, gently leading me towards a room with red lighting.
As I entered the room, a leather chair was reclined back, metal arm handles stuck out of the sides that had medical trays attached.
Grim excused himself from the room to go speak with the burly man I saw at the front.
Beautiful drawings were taped up on the mirror that stretched from one side to another. A black marble counter covered with ink jars and plastic-covered needles.
A picture frame with a young looking Grim and a middle aged blond woman set gently against the corner of the counter.
As I was examining the items, loud footsteps made their way towards the room, I quickly turned and my eyes met with Grim's.
He smiled before entering the room and closing the door and locking it behind him, the sound of the door shutting made me jump.
He sure does smile a lot.
"So, Kitten, thought about what you want?" He asked while taking the leather jacket off of his arms.
"I guess so, I want something small." I fingered my knuckle.
He nodded, "Sit." He motioned towards the chair.
I slowly walked from the counter to the chair and sat down, pulling my dress back down my thighs. I felt his eyes burning into me.
"I'm not sure where I would want it."
"You still haven't told me what you want." He furrowed his brows at me.
"I know. But, where do you suggest I get it."
Confusion spread across his face, he opened his mouth to speak, then he closed it as placed his hand on the chair.
"Well, you could start here" His finger tapped my wrist that was on my thigh. "Or here." His finger ran up my wrist to the top of my arm.
I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up at his touch.
I nodded, "Maybe" I whispered.
Grins eyes looked down into mine as he was standing over me. He places his other hand on the back of the chair.
"This is a good place." He traced my collar bone with the tip of his finger.
He knew what he was doing.
Even worse.. I liked it.
His hand dropped to his side, I looked up into lustful eyes. He was clenching his jaw, then unclenching it.
"I have.. another suggestion." He said in a low voice.
"Where?" I said blankly.
He laughed lightly, then gently placed his hand on the part of my thigh that was uncovered.
"Here." He slowly began moving his hand up my thigh, electricity every second.
Everything else flew from my mind; Pierce, Abelle, Miles, Trixie, Nate. All of them, gone.
All I wanted right now was him.
I placed my hand on top of his, and guided it up the rest of my thigh. I felt his other hand against my collarbone.
I looked up at him, placed my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer. He moved in slowly, and then paused.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
I nodded, then pushed my lips against his.
His hand that was once on my thigh was now pulling me up from the seat, he wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed me up against the wall.
My dress rode up, I didn't bother to attempt to pull it back down. Grim's fingers traced up the inside of my dress slowly, then pulled it over my head, taking in the sight.
"Fuck." He said hoarsely, pulling my lips to his aggressively. His hands wandered all over my body, curious about every inch.
I tangled my fingers in his honey colored hair, and lifted my head up to catch a breath.
We were both dying for air, his head rested against my cleavage.
"So I'm guessing you didn't really want that tattoo?" He laughed.
I smiled, looked down at him and traced a finger down his lips.
"Another time." I said, trying my best to sound somewhat desirable.
It worked, because within seconds Grim was pulling his shirt off and unbuckling his belt.
The man was another type of fine, he looked like he was chiseled away by Michelangelo himself.
I stood up, Grims lips were on mine as I backed up into the wall.
He pulled away, looked into my eyes as he knelt down and pulled my lace underwear down my legs.
He looked up into my eyes as his mouth connected with my sweet spot, creating pure bliss.
Bliss and sparks traveled up and down my legs with every move his tongue made.
Swish, Swish, Bliss, Swish, Swish, Bliss.
I could feel something start to build inside of my, causing me to grip onto Grims hair.
Grim pulled away, gaining my full attention again.
He stood back up and rolled his jaw, taking hold of both of my wrists in one hand and holding them above my head.
Which the other, he unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled it out.
He supported a full hard-on.
I looked back up at me, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
As mush as I loved that he was asking for consent, he sure was taking his damn time.
I nodded my head quickly.
He cocked his head and let go of my arms.
He then lifted me up against the wall so he was between my legs.
He tucked his head in my shoulder, positioned himself, and slowly pushed in.
He let out a small moan, and increased his velocity. I couldn't keep quiet, which got a satisfied nod from Grim. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed the area behind his ear.
I could feel him inside me, the warmth making me feel weak.
Just as we were getting into it, a knock on the door interrupted us.
Grim stopped in his tracks and dropped his head, "If there's a god, he hates me."
He slowly pulled out and situated himself, tucking it away and buttoning his pants then pulling his shirt over his head.
I pulled my panties up, while Grim tossed me my dress. Another knock on the door.
"Give me a minute!" Grim yelled at the door.
The sound of his voice made me jump. Grim noticed this, "Sorry, Kitten."
He walked towards me and kissed me on the top of my head.
He opened the door, and excused himself.
I was left, leaning against the wall, out of breath. I placed my hand against my forehead and let out a deep breath.
"Fuck."
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