Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Serelda sat beside her and took her hand. “You can do this. Just a brief bit of pain, and it’s done. You’re the president’s woman, Iris.” She grinned. “You got this.”
Iris nodded once, then shifted her gaze to Sting and put her chin up. “Yeah. I got this.”
It took about an hour and a half for each woman’s tattoo. Ace helped Iris pick out a design first, then set to work. When he was done, there was a purple iris flower with yellow ends on the petals on Iris’s inner wrist with the words “Property of” arched over the top and “Sting” in elegant scripted large letters beneath it. Iris smiled down at the new ink on her arm with a soft expression.
“It’s beautiful, Ace. Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Want your name on your man’s finger in the same script?”
She glanced up at Sting. “I suppose that’s his choice.”
“No, baby. I’m givin’ you that decision. This is all for you and the other women. We’re followin’ the rules of the club but makin’ sure it’s all about you and your sisters here. You choose the tattoos we get.”
“Awww,” Winter sighed. “That’s so sweet!”
“I think I’m gonna barf,” Ace deadpanned. “And don’t think I ain’t tellin’ the guys. This is too good not to.”
“Tell ’em anything you want, you bastard.” Roman chuckled. “My girl’s worth it.”
I grunted. Serelda was making me proud as fuck. God, I loved that woman!
She was next, choosing an intricate knotted bracelet for her tattoo. Her inner wrist was where Ace placed the text. Serelda chose a bold, masculine font for my name, so at odds with the delicate bracelet she’d picked for herself. Ace did my ring in a similar style but had done her name on the outside of my finger along the length.
I wanted to go, to take my woman back and show how proud I was to be her man, but knew she’d want to stay while her sister was inked. Winter chose a butterfly in pale blue with monarch markings resting on pale blue roses on her inner wrist. Ace had woven Roman’s name within the markings on the butterfly while the property declaration sat proudly above the butterfly. Roman’s ring had Winter’s name in a delicate script with tiny thorns drawn into the lettering at random places.
“Well,” Ace said as he stretched, taking off his sixth pair of gloves with a snap. “When Wylde told me what I had waitin’ on me when I got home, I dreaded this whole thing. I can honestly say I’ve never enjoyed a job more. You ladies will definitely be a welcome addition to Iron Tzars. I’ll spread the word.”
Serelda wrapped her arms around my neck before nuzzling my chest. I clutched her to me, my chin up in pride. “You’re my woman, Serelda. Got the ink to prove it.”
“I’m glad I finally convinced you.” She giggled.
“Honey, you didn’t need to convince me. I knew the second I saw you, you were the one for me.”
“You didn’t think I could handle you.”
“Well, that’s something you cured me of a few hours ago.”
She raised her face to mine. “Want to reinforce the idea?”
Instead of answering her, I scooped her up and urged her legs around my waist as I hurried out of the room. “Text me if you need me, Sting. Got shit to do.”
“Same, brother. We’ll meet tomorrow unless Wylde has something before then.”
I glanced over my shoulder to see Roman and Winter kissing like they had the same thing on their minds. Looked like it was going to be a good night all the way around.
Chapter Seven
Serelda
Brick and I made love all night. Literally. We might have napped for an hour or so between rounds, but every time one of us would wake, we were all over each other. I lost count of how many mind-blowing orgasms I had. Brick finally called mercy around dawn, and I patted him on the chest in sympathy.
“I know it’s going to be hard on you keeping up with your young, hot wife, but honestly, I expected more for our first night together.”
That got me fucked again. This time with feeling. God, I was having so much fun!
I woke late in the morning, but Brick was nowhere to be found. There was a note on my phone by the bedside letting me know he was meeting with Wylde, Sting, and Roman and to make myself at home. I knew where Winter and Iris’s rooms were and figured I’d start there.
I dressed quickly, throwing my hair into a ponytail. I might have stood in front of the mirror for a hot minute admiring the vest with my property patch on the back, but I’d never admit it to Brick. He’d said I had to wear it any time I left our room, and I figured I needed to know how I looked in it. For some reason, the sight of my scars didn’t bother me today. They were part of me and obviously didn’t bother Brick in the least. In fact, he’d traced several of them with his tongue last night. Besides, with the biker chick vibe going on, they were kind of badass.