Blue

 

“Mommy’s going to miss you today.” Blue pressed her lips to the baby’s chubby cheeks, holding her close and never wanting to let go. “I would just stay home with you all day if I could, but I’ve got some tattooing to do. Maybe someday I can show you how to draw pictures on people.” Reluctantly, she put Violet in Bri’s arms and sighed. “I just hate leaving her.”

 

“I know you do,” Bri said sympathetically as she cuddled the chubby little bundle. A shock of dark black hair decorated the top of Violet’s head, and a tiny hand reached out to grab at one of Bri’s earrings. “But it’s good for you to get out and do what you love. Your little one won’t suffer at all for it.”

 

“That’s easy for you to say, since you get to stay home with Ava all the time. Hi, sweetie.” Ava had just toddled up and wrapped her arms around Blue’s leg. The little girl had grown a lot since that day of impromptu hide-and-seek upstairs.

 

Bri tipped her head to the side and raised her eyebrows. “I’m sure it seems that way, but it’s not always easy work. Besides, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have to work if you didn’t want to.”

 

Blue smiled, her face flushing a little. There was a lot of truth to what her friend said. When Violet was born, Torque had made it very clear that Blue didn’t have to return to work anytime soon, if ever. He would take care of everything. As sweet as it was, Blue had been itching to get a tattoo machine in her hands again. She was fortunate that Bri had volunteered to watch the baby anytime Torque wasn’t available, and she was doing her best to find a balance between work and home life.

 

“Maybe not, but I wouldn’t want to leave Spencer in the lurch. I already took so much time off with my maternity leave.”

 

“Don’t worry about him.” Bri leaned down to set Violet in a nearby bassinet. She carefully straightened the baby’s onesie and touched her cheek gently. “Spence is a big boy, and he can handle the shop. I think it was good business for him to have a guest artist in there for a little bit.”

 

It was touching to see how much Bri cared about Violet, but the remark about the guest artist reminded Blue of a whole other concern. “That’s exactly what worries me.”

 

“No, don’t take it that way. A guest artist is just that, someone to come in and stir things up a little bit. Trust me, Spencer wouldn’t dream of giving your booth to anyone else.” She moved to the kitchen to give Ava her snack.

 

“I’m sure you’re right. I just really love it, you know? I feel a little guilty when I leave Violet, but when I’ve been working, I feel like I get to let out the part of me that doesn’t stay up all night with a fussy baby or worry about spit-up.” Now that the Dirty Bastards had been chased out of town and Blue felt safe again, she could lose herself in her work like she used to before any of that had started. She could talk with her clients and do her job, but when it was complete she felt as though she had just gone through major meditation session. Her nerves buzzed with the thrill of her accomplishment.

 

Bri laughed as she diced up an apple and put it on a tiny plastic plate. “I completely get it! As much as I love being here with the girls, there are days when I really miss tattooing.”

 

“So why don’t you?” Blue made mental notes as she stood in Bri’s kitchen, paying attention to the kinds of sippy cups she used and the chair Ava sat in. Having an older baby in the “family” meant she always had someone to ask when it came to parenting questions, and Blue had found that much more helpful than all the books in the world.

 

“Oh, I couldn’t.” Bri waved off the idea as she reached in the fridge for a jug of milk. “I knew as soon as I had Ava that my commitments were elsewhere. I’ve gotten in a few tats here and there when my mom is off work and wants to watch her, but other than that there just isn’t time.”

 

Blue didn’t like to hear that. She really did feel bad when she left Violet, but she came back to her child with a renewed energy when she had spent a little time at the shop. The late nights and the numerous loads of laundry were a pleasant duty instead of an annoyance. “Why don’t you start going in a couple times a week? I can watch the girls.”

 

“Really?” Bri paused in her task of fastening a lid on a sippy cup, her face tipped up toward the ceiling as she thought about it. “No, I couldn’t. I don’t want to shortchange you on your time at the shop.”

 

“You wouldn’t be. Not at all. We can just swap back and forth on days, or even on solid weeks if you’d like. I’m sure we can find a schedule that works well for both of us.” It was so simple, but it seemed like the perfect solution.

 

“Well … maybe. But I don’t really have a following anymore, you know? I’ve been off work for so long that people don’t know me as an artist. If they know me at all, I’m just Spencer’s wife.” She turned away to give Ava her drink.

 

“That’s not true,” Blue argued. “I had someone come in just last week who wanted to know if you were still working there, and she didn’t even know that you and Spencer were married. She loved the piece you had done on her a few years ago and wanted to get more. As a matter of fact, she’s coming in for her next piece in a couple weeks, and I’m giving the appointment to you.”

 

Bri shoved her hands in her pockets, as though she didn’t know what to do with them anymore. “No, Blue, really. You need your time to work. And it’s been so long since I did any tattooing. What if I’m not good anymore?”

 

Blue shook her head. “It’s not fair if you’re always at home with the kids instead of spending any time in the shop. I insist. I think it’ll make the client happy.” She knew she wasn’t going to get Bri to agree for her own sake, but she might for the sake of the shop and the customers.

 

Bri nodded slowly. “Well, okay. If you really think so.”

 

“I do. I’d better get going, or I’ll be late for my appointment.”

 

Bri followed her to the door and stopped her before she opened it, wrapping her in a big hug. “Thanks for everything, Blue.”

 

She hugged her back. “What did I do?”

 

“What haven’t you done? You’re helping me get back to work. You’re an amazing worker for Spencer, and your art pulls people in from all over the county. You even sacrificed yourself to make sure those nasty bikers didn’t get me or my precious Ava. I don’t think I ever really thanked you properly for that. I felt so bad to know that you were out there with them, but I admit I was so relieved to come back in and find Ava hiding under the bed, giggling away.”

 

“Hey, it’s what you do for the people you love,” Blue replied. “I’ll see you this afternoon.”

 

* * *

 

As much as she had been enjoying her work after the baby, Blue found that she couldn’t quite concentrate today. The brilliant colors blurred together a little as she loaded them onto her needles. Her breath came in staggered gasps or she forgot to breathe at all. She blinked and leaned back, rolling her shoulders and trying to get her head wrapped around her work.

 

“You doing all right?” her client asked. “We can take a break if you need to.”

 

She smiled down at him. His handsome eyes watched her, making her feel even more self-conscious. Blue knew she shouldn’t. She was a professional, and there was no reason she shouldn’t be able to do this. She had done so many tattoos along these lines in her career, and she would do many more. The shop had been rebuilt since the fire, and it was now better than ever. “No, that’s okay. I’m fine.”

 

“If you’re sure. I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

 

“Trust me,” Blue replied, “I’ve done plenty of things I’m not comfortable with. I like to think it just makes you grow.”

 

His dark eyes sparkled. “That’s a nice way of thinking about it.”

 

Spencer stepped in and smiled. “Doing all right?”

 

Blue wiped the extra ink off with a damp paper towel and scowled at him. “I’d like to know why everyone keeps asking me that.”

 

“Just making sure,” Spencer said with a shrug. “I know how you get nervous around these biker types.”

 

“Hey, now,” Torque replied from his position on the table. “I’m pretty sure you’ve met worse ones than me.”

 

The shop owner bobbled his head as though he was thinking about it. “I’m not sure. You’re pretty scary. And you did leave me lying in the parking lot.” It was a point Spencer enjoyed bringing up.

 

Both Blue and Torque knew that was only because it was his way of thanking Torque for what he had done and reminding the biker that he owed him a lot.

 

“I did,” Torque replied, “but I’m pretty sure you deserved it.”

 

Spencer stepped over to the table and glanced at Blue’s work. “I’m not sure I like it.”

 

“What?” She glared at him.

 

He pointed at the dark lines on Torque’s chest where they led to the new tattoo. “It’s just such a different style than everything else.”

 

Blue bit her lip to keep from smiling. “If I have my way, it’s a style he’s going to come to prefer.”

 

“I already do,” Torque affirmed.

 

“All right, now go away.” Blue waved her hands at her boss. He obediently left, shutting the curtain behind him.

 

Blue frowned at her work. “Do you really think it’s that terrible?”

 

“He’s just giving you shit. Ignore him. I love it.”

 

She snorted. “You better.”

 

Cracking her knuckles, Blue bent back over Torque’s chest and resumed her work. She understood now exactly why she had felt so nervous doing this. She had tattooed Torque before, but she had just been shading in the solid black dragon that Spencer started. It wasn’t her work, and they hadn’t been an item then. A lot of life had happened in between, and his opinion of her meant everything. Not only that, but this piece really was completely different from all the other work Torque had. It was bright and vibrant, a distinct contrast to his blackwork that stood out like a badge on his chest. It was the kind of piece that many customers would have flocked to the shop to get from her, but not the kind a man like him normally would have wanted.

 

“Just stop worrying about it,” Torque suddenly said. “It’s what I want. And you should know by now that I always get what I want.”

 

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Is that so?”

 

“I got you, didn’t I?”

 

Blue couldn’t help but smile at that one. “Yeah, I guess you did.”

 

A few minutes later, she gave him a final wipe-down and sat back. She stripped off her gloves, chucked them in a nearby trash can, and handed him a small mirror. “Let me know what you think.”

 

Torque accepted the mirror, his warm fingers touching hers. He held it over his chest and smiled, then got up off the table to look in the full-length mirror near the curtain. His smile told her everything.

 

“Good enough?” she asked anyway.

 

“You know it is.” He raised his fingers and touched them lightly to the skin right next to the handful of purple flowers that now decorated his chest. “My Violet,” he murmured before he turned to Blue and pulled her close. “Thank you.”

 

Blue looked up at him, still in awe even after all this time of the squareness of his jaw, the dark brilliance in his eyes, and the strength of his arms. Every day that she looked at him, it was like she got a new perspective. Fortunately, it was always one she enjoyed seeing. “You’re more than welcome.” She stood on her toes to kiss him.

 

He pressed her body against his and deepened the kiss, parting her lips and darting his tongue inside her. His warm breath caressed her face, and Blue closed her eyes in ecstasy.

 

“Mmm. You shouldn’t be doing that,” she said as she pulled away slightly. “I don’t think I’m supposed to fraternize with the clientele.”

 

“I don’t think your boss will mind,” he replied, “but I’d sure like to do more than fraternize with you.”

 

Blue ran a hand through her hair and looked up at him coyly. “I don’t know. I’m pretty busy today. See, I’ve only got limited time to work while my sitter is available. And my man is pretty demanding, too …”

 

Torque kissed her again and gave her a lustful look. “Bandage me up and let’s go.”

 

Spencer didn’t have any questions for them when they left a few minutes later. Blue hopped onto the back of Torque’s bike and wrapped her arms around him, content to rest her cheek against his back and trust him to guide them safely through the city. They left the parking lot and headed out onto the main road, passing Willow Street and continuing on until he hung a right onto Maple Street. The houses here weren’t huge by comparison to the large subdivisions on the edge of town, but they were clean family homes with landscaped yards. The school bus made a regular route through here, and there was a park nearby that had just been completely redone.

 

Torque rumbled into the garage of a white house on the corner with a bright blue door. Blue hopped off the back and went to open the door that led into the house from there.

 

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Torque asked as he pushed the button on the garage opener, closing off the doorway they had just ridden through. “Come back here.”

 

She turned to him, confused at the stern look on his face. “What’s wrong? Is your tattoo bothering you? I can put some more ointment on it.”

 

He smiled and shook his head. “I just don’t want to have to wait for you.” Torque grabbed her by the waist and turned her around, bending her over his bike. He ran his hands down her body, bringing his fingers up between her legs, teasing her.

 

“What, you don’t think you can make it to the bedroom?” she nudged. It had been hard to find time to be together between work and the baby, and she arched her back so that her ass pressed against him. She could feel the hardness in his pants, and she needed him desperately.

 

“Definitely not.” Torque unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her slim hips, taking a moment to appreciate her back side. His thick fingers massaged the curves of her ass before they slipped in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. He brought one hand around to touch her, the pad of his finger rubbing in slow circles right where it counted.

 

“Mmm. You spoil me.” Blue threw her head back and closed her eyes.

 

“Only because you deserve it.” He continued his work until she was thoroughly wet. Blue felt her knees beginning to shiver underneath her. Just as she thought she might come, he grabbed her by the waist and turned her around, lifting her up and setting her on the top of the washing machine.

 

Blue giggled, unable to fight him off and not willing to try. “What are you doing?” she asked as he spread her legs and pulled her ass toward the edge of the machine.

 

Torque kissed her again, but more passionately than he had back at the tattoo shop. His lips were soft but demanding. “I want my tongue inside that pussy of yours. I want to taste the sweetness of your body. I want to make you come until you’re dripping down my chin.”

 

A surge of electricity shot through her body. “You keep talking to me like that and I will be.”

 

Torque buried his face between her legs, his tongue flicking her very center. Every muscle in her body responded, tightening and relaxing at intervals until it made her dizzy. Blue brought her legs up until she had them wrapped around his neck, and she splayed her fingers out on the cold metal of the washer. One thick finger slid inside her, then two, and she knew she wasn’t long. “Get inside me,” she commanded in a whisper.

 

But Torque wouldn’t stop. His fingers only worked faster, bringing her body to a frenzy. Blue screamed and tightened her thighs around his head, not caring if any of the neighbors were home to hear them. His tongue was hot and wet, and his fingers knew just what to do.

 

“I can’t stop,” he finally said when he stood up. He scooped her up and carried her into the house. “I’m not done with you yet.”

 

Blue batted her eyelashes at him. “Are you taking me up to the bedroom like a gentleman?”

 

“Hell, no,” he replied as he laid her down on the carpeted stairs. He pulled off her top and threw it over the banister, his hands kneading her breasts as he stared down at them with admiration. “We haven’t been in this house for very long, and I want to make love to you in every single room of it while I have the chance.” His mouth closed on her nipple and he sucked hard, sending another jolt through her body.

 

Throwing her hands behind her head in surrender, Blue couldn’t remember ever feeling so wanted. Torque helped her take care of the baby, even taking his turn getting up in the middle of the night with her. He made sure there was always food on the table and that the bills were paid. He refused to let her put any of her money from tattooing toward the household bills, insisting instead that she tuck it away in savings for the baby or that she spend it on something nice for herself. Most of all, he never stopped showing her that he wanted her. Sometimes the evidence came in between the sheets and other times it was just a certain look in his eyes, but she always knew.

 

When Torque had thoroughly kissed every square inch of her breasts, he moved his lips down the plane of her flat stomach and slipped the side of his tongue slowly down her slit. Blue’s body convulsed, her muscles beginning to spasm again immediately. Torque took this as his signal to continue, his tongue and his fingers knowing the way well by now.

 

“That’s not fair,” she gasped. “I’m going to come again.”

 

He paused only long enough to reply, “What’s not fair about that? Sounds like exactly what I want.”

 

“But I want you to come,” she protested.

 

“Trust me,” Torque growled, “I’ll get mine.” He licked and stroked until she was screaming again, her voice echoing through the stairwell.

 

The next thing Blue knew, she was in his arms again. “Where to now?”

 

“Everywhere.” He took her down the hallway to the living room and set her down on the couch, ready to bring her to her peak once again.

 

But Blue pushed him back and got on her knees in front of him. She looked up at the massive man as she undid his fly. “You’ve had plenty of fun. I think it’s my turn now.” He didn’t argue as she stripped him of his clothing, tossing his jeans over the back of the couch and his shirt somewhere in the corner near the television. Blue had always appreciated his proportions, and she sank his member between her lips.

 

Torque’s hands caressed her hair as she buried him all the way until his head touched the back of her throat. Blue flicked out her tongue to touch the base of his shaft, and he groaned with pleasure. She sucked hard as she pulled back slowly, wanting to make him feel the same things she had felt in the garage and on the stairs. His clutch on her became more desperate, and she could hear his breath come faster. She liked to know that she turned him on, and his sighs of pleasure just made her drive harder to give him the best damn blowjob in the universe.

 

Torque’s hands brought her hair into a makeshift ponytail at the back of her head, and he pulled it tight. His hips bumped against her gently as she fondled his balls in her hands and circled his root with her fingertips. Her saliva had coated everything, making him hot, wet, and hard as a rock. He gave another slight thrust with his hips and roared his frustration. “I can’t control myself when you do that. I just … You make me want to … Argh!”

 

She pulled back and smiled up at him. “Then do.” Blue moved to the wide, cushioned ottoman and lay down on it. As she grabbed his thigh and pulled him close, he understood what she meant. Torque straddled her with his knees and lowered himself into her mouth once again.

 

He moved up and down slowly at first, and she kept her lips tight around his organ. “Are you sure?” he asked huskily.

 

Blue couldn’t talk with her mouth full, but her attempt sent a vibration through the biker that drove him wild. He slammed himself into her face, burying his cock and yanking it back out again. She brought her hands up and scratched her fingernails down his ass cheeks. His balls curled up toward his body, ready to shoot out a load, but Torque pulled back. “Jesus, Blue. You feel so good. I don’t know if I’m going to make it through every room in the house.”

 

“Good. Then that means we’ll just have to keep trying.”

 

She had teased him, and it only brought out more of the animal inside him. He carried her bodily to the dining room, where he bent her over the dining table. His fingers firmly caressed her ass, just as they had in the garage, but this time he entered her.

 

As many times as Blue had already come, it still felt so good just to have him inside her. His girth filled her channel, making her body bend and arch in ways that she never did any other time in her life. Torque grabbed her by the hair again, twisting it into a rough shank around his hand as he pulled back on her with every thrust. He was dominant, he was in control, and she loved it. Torque was the only one she would trust with her life and with her body, and she wanted him to do his will.

 

But he had an agenda, and no matter how good their lovemaking felt, it was time to move on. He picked her up, turned her around, threw her over his shoulder, and headed down to the bathroom. Torque set her on the cold counter and plugged her, watching his dick as it moved in and out of her. “One of these days,” he said, the ardor clear in his voice, “I’m going to put you in that shower and rub my soapy hands over every inch of your body.”

 

She sighed lustily, knowing it would feel just as good as it sounded. “Promise?”

 

“Fuck, yes.” His eyes closed as he lost himself in the motion. “I want to do it right now, but you aren’t going to let me. Your body feels too good.”

 

Her core jumped, threatening to come again.

 

“Oh, no, you don’t.” He picked her up once again. “I love to see you get yours, but that’s just going to make me come.” Torque turned back into the hallway and went around to the stairs.

 

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

 

“I’m not ready yet. There’s at least one more thing I want to do.” He practically ran up the stairs with Blue in his arms.

 

She felt like she was flying, and a shudder of delight ran through her body when they reached the landing and Torque kicked in the door to their bedroom. He carried her to the bed like a medieval warrior king carrying his prize, but he laid her so gently between the sheets that he surprised her. Torque kissed her as he mounted the bed and slowly spread her legs. His eyes stared down into hers with such intensity that she couldn’t look away.

 

Entranced by this softer, gentler side of him, Blue smiled. “What’s this all about?”

 

He hovered above her, caressing her face, studying her eyes and her mouth. “I love to get rough with you, Blue. I love the way you respond to me when we’re going crazy. I love that we can be complete animals with each other. But I don’t want you to ever forget how special you are to me. We can fuck each other all we want to, but at the end of the day, I just want to make love to you.” He entered her again, but slowly, meaningfully, sheathing himself inside her for safekeeping.

 

Blue wrapped her legs around his tapered waist, allowing him to go as far inside her as possible. She wanted every bit of him, physically, mentally, emotionally. He was everything to her, and the baby they had made together was only proof of that. She felt their bodies intertwine, but she couldn’t close her eyes this time. She wanted to see the need in his eyes, the urgency, the honesty.

 

Just as she knew in her heart how much she loved Torque, her body knew it as well. A tension built in her body, increasing with every slow thrust until it built into a ball of desire in her chest and exploded outward through her muscles. Blue undulated around him in waves of delight, pulling him in even farther.

 

His member responded, his girth expanding and his hips suddenly moving faster. His arms slackened underneath him as they both climbed to the pinnacle of their ecstasy. Blue moaned, panting as he filled her. Torque shuddered and collapsed, his body spent.

 

They lay together in bed afterwards. Blue’s head was on his chest, her fingers tracing the muscles of his chest and stomach. His hand stroked her hair, moving down occasionally to tap rhythmically on her shoulder or trace a line down her spine.

 

“What are you thinking?” he asked when she laughed softly to herself.

 

“Well,” she replied demurely, “I was just adding up in my head all the places we missed.”

 

“Oh? I didn’t know there were that many.”

 

She counted them off on her fingers. “There’s the kitchen. I think if it was night and we had the lights off, we could get away with doing it on the screened-in patio. We completely skipped the guest bedroom.”

 

“Anything else?” he asked derisively.

 

Blue screwed up her face as he looked at the ceiling. “The hallway. Maybe some of the closets would work.”

 

“If you want to get technical about it.”

 

She giggled. “I do. Trust me, I really do.”

 

“Damn. I guess I should have bought a smaller house. I’ll never be able to get that all done in one day before you make me come, but I’m not complaining.”

 

“You can always make another appointment with me if you want to try again.” Blue pulled herself up on one elbow so she could look at him properly. He really was one hell of a handsome man. He was so tall and so muscular, like a god. She knew that even if he hadn’t been so attractive, she would have had no choice but to be with him. He was perfect for her. “I’m so glad I have a family with you,” she said softly.

 

He pulled her over his chest so that he could kiss her once again, tenderly, lovingly. “Me, too. I never thought I would, not with the way I had been living. I wasn’t even too sure of how Acer would feel about me moving out of the clubhouse and reducing my time with the clan, but he just smiled and smacked me on the shoulder. I think he likes you.”

 

“He just likes my work,” Blue countered. “Did he tell you he made another appointment after I fixed his arm?”

 

Torque shook his head and grinned. “I’m not surprised. What’s he getting this time?”

 

“He wants the Ace of Spades down his left calf, and he tells me he has plans for the Jack of Diamonds on the right.” She had already started on the sketches, eager to fill out Acer’s collection.

 

“That sounds like him,” Torque replied. “I don’t know what I want for my next one just yet, but I do have my artist picked out.” He kissed her nose.

 

“Sounds good to me. Speaking of, we’ve been gone for a while.”

 

Torque got up, the sheets sliding off his naked body and revealing it in all its glory. Blue let herself admire his strong legs, his muscular ass, his flat stomach, and his wide shoulders. His deep black tattoos complemented it all, and she could see now that the new tattoo in honor of his daughter would only make it better.

 

His arms rippled as he held out a hand to help her off the bed. “Let’s go get our girl.”

 

THE END

 

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