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I listen because she’s been through enough.
She deserves transparency.
I twist my head and give her my undivided attention.
Fat droplets trek down her reddened face as I speak the truth. My truth. “You are the last woman I will ever be with. You are my old lady, my wife, my forever. You wear my ring. You wear my patch. You carried my son. I will wear this for us. As a reminder. As a promise. Just like the other brothers.”
“The ones we read about?” She speaks of the vampires we spend our evenings caught up in and the old English scars on their backs of their woman’s name.
“Yes, love. Like those brothers, but also mine.”
To show her what I mean, Dallas reinserts the iron into the fire and faces Kit. He undoes his jeans and shoves the side down, just above his dick, where a circular D&D is branded, decades old.
She stares at the scarred flesh. Dallas gives her all the time she needs to comprehend what this means before buttoning back up. This is new for my lady. Club life is nothing like normal life for people outside these walls. I get it. My brothers get it. Hell, half of us fell in love with women outside the life. Women who saw the world a certain way before we rode into their lives with our leather and loud pipes. It’s a lifestyle we’ve grown accustomed to. A life some of us grew up in. It’s all we know. For her and my son, everything’s fresh—a culture shock. Bink and Debbie have only begun welcoming her into the lifestyle, by showing her the ways of the Sacred Sisters and what it’s like to be the property of a one percenter.
Leaning in, Bink whispers something in Kit’s ear, and she nods, sucking back tears. Half a beat later, my beautiful old lady straightens her spine, no longer overcome with emotions. It’s a goddamn relief. Kit shrugs Adam’s hold off, as Bink lets her go. Still kneeling in the grass at my side, Big removes himself from the spot, and Kit takes his place. She holds my thigh open and looks up at me with such respect my heart clenches.
“If you need to do this, I’m gonna be right here.” She pats my knee in support.
“Okay, love.” Removing a Dum Dum from my cut, I peel the wrapper off and toss it into the fire as Dallas retrieves the iron. I push the ball to Kit’s lips. She smiles and takes the gift, shoving it into the side of her mouth.
“Where do you want it?” my brother asks.
Wanting her to have a choice, I lift my chin at Kit to decide. She touches the inside of my thigh, right next to where my dick lay. Not wanting it to get branded, she grasps it in her soft palm, and pulls him to safety, tucked against the opposite side of my leg. Tripper pulls my thigh wider to give Dallas better access for a clean mark.
The warmth of the iron heats my skin as it nears, hovering above its intended spot.
“Ready?” comes from Dallas.
I suck in a sharp, readied breath and nod my approval. It lands firm and sizzles. White-hot pain rips through every nerve ending. Clamping my eyes shut, abs tensing, neck elongating, I breathe through it, growling lowly in my chest as the scent of burning flesh abrades my nostrils. It lasts forever, yet not long enough.
When Dallas pulls back, air hits the wound, and I almost crack a tooth.
The brothers cheer.
Salve is slathered on by delicate hands. One’s I don’t even have to look at to know who they belong to. When I do, she’s there, kneeling between my legs, tending to me as she always does. I brush my thumb along her cheek as she applies a white bandage over the fresh, circular G&K brand.
Despite the throbbing pain, my dick twitches when she looks up at me, full of love and a whole lot of other shit I don’t have time to decipher.
Kit throws her empty sucker stick into the fire and playfully slaps the top of my knee. “You’re an asshole. You could have told me you were gonna do this.”
My eyes roll on a smile, ’cause that’s a lie, and we both know it. “Right. Like when I told you I was gonna get my wedding band tattooed, and you didn’t like the idea.”
She levels me with a blank stare. “I still don’t.”
“Too bad. ’Cause that’s next on the list.” Step four.
“It’s what?” Still kneeling between my legs, Kit’s palms rest on my exposed kneecaps.
I set one of my hands atop hers, to keep us connected. “Where do you think Jade is? She didn’t disappear, love. She and Pix set up a sterile tattoo station in the clubhouse infirmary.” I planned that too. Sure, Bink did the heavy lifting with the help of Debbie for most of this shindig, since I could give a shit how I married my woman. That being said, I took care of the things that matter to me. The music, her ring and shirt, the brand, and our tattoos, to name a few.
Kit’s brow arches in question. “To tattoo your ring,” she guesses.
“Yeah, and tattoo whatever you wanna get.” Together. The point is to get inked side by side, on our wedding day. Building memories and shit. That’s what you do, right?
“You’re frustrating.” Her growly conviction is mild at best. The tiny nose wrinkle, and lopsided grin she sports is far sweeter.
“Yet, you married me,” I tease.
