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Two Months Later

T he weather is starting to cool down, making it perfect for another family club party. It’s only been two months, but the club has been making more of an effort to have these monthly to bring the members together.

I think it also has to do with the threat we are facing. It’s like telling him that we are a unit. You come for one of us, you come for us all.

I never imagined I would ever have this. A whole community to fall back on when I need it. To say they have accepted me into the fold with open arms would be an understatement. They treat me as if I have always been here.

His Flower.

That’s what they call me. I never thought I would want to be claimed in the way Midnight has claimed me, but here I am. Sitting on his lap while we talk with his brothers.

I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

“I’m going to go get a drink,” Tara announces.

“I’ll go too,” I tell her, turning to kiss Midnight.

He cups my face, kissing me deeply, and it has my legs clenching together. When he pulls away, I know my lips are puffy.

“Hurry back,” he grumbles to me.

I stand a bit dazed, moving to Tara’s side. She loops her arm in mine as she pulls me along.

“Girl, you two would burn up some pages,” she tells me.

I laugh. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

Truth is, sex with Midnight keeps getting better and better. Every time we try something new, it makes me nervous, but I always end up loving it.

Like right now. He put a butt plug in my ass before we left his room. He told me he wants me to feel it move everytime I move. It’s why I’m soaking my underwear right now.

“He looks happy,” Tara says, drawing my mind out of the gutter.

It’s hard to focus when I can feel it inside of me. I wish it was him.

“I hope so. I love him. I want to make him happy,” I tell her.

“Oh, I know. The patch looks good on you too. You were meant for him,” she tells me.

I pull my jacket a little tighter around me. I cried when he gave it to me. It was such an amazing day.

The girls turned eleven that day. We had a beautiful birthday for them at the house. Everyone showed up to play on the inflatable in the backyard, and the girls made out like bandits.

After I put them to bed, I went out to the backyard to the inflatable to find Midnight waiting for me with a leather jacket. At first, I thought it was his jacket. He knows how much I still love wearing it. Then he turned it around and showed me the back.

The Lotus symbol was there, but the words around it are what made me cry.

Property of Midnight.

I was already his old lady, but the jacket was the physical representation of it. He got one hell of a blow job that night. Then he fucked me like he wanted to embed himself in me.

It was hot as hell.

There is still one mark I haven’t gotten yet.

“Hey, would you mind watching the girls tonight?” I ask suddenly.

Tara goes around the bar, grabbing several beers for the guys before she starts to make drinks for the girls. “Sure. Wrath loves making the other guys mad when he’s the favorite.”

That’s something else I love watching. The guys all compete for the attention of the girls. It seems their favorite uncle changes from day to day. Hell, sometimes from hour to hour. I never had that, so I love that for them.

“You don’t even want to know why?” I ask her.

She grabs a tray, piling the drinks on. “I don’t need to know what sex you two get up to. Not unless you’re inviting us to watch. Just know, we expect the same in return.”

My cheeks heat at her words. I’ve heard about how Tara likes to watch and be watched. It’s something Midnight and I have actually talked about. I’m not quite brave enough for it, though. At least not yet.

Who knows about the future.

“Good to know, but I want to go get my mark,” I tell her.

She beams at me, stepping around the bar to hug me. “Oh that is so exciting. You will definitely be getting fucked seven ways from Sunday after that. We will take good care of the girls.”

I hug her back. “Thank you.”

She picks up the tray, so I fall into step beside her. I open the door for her, my eyes going across the yard to Midnight. His are already on me. Almost as if he hasn’t looked away from the door since I walked through it.

God, I love that man.

I’m walking his way when Sienna and Selena come running up to me.

“Mom!” they call out in unison.

I look down at them, smiling. They started calling me Mom almost immediately after everything went down. It warms my heart every time they call me it. It’s such a precious title.

“Yes, my beautiful daughters?” I ask them, looking up to find Tara handing out drinks at our group.

Midnight still hasn’t looked away from me.

“Can we have ice cream? Uncle Colt said he would take us for ice cream,” Selena says.

I frown. “You’re staying the night with Uncle Wrath and Aunt Tara tonight.”

Sienna perks up, “Really? Uncle Wrath has been teaching me some boxing moves. Screw ice cream, Selena. This is way more fun.”

Sienna takes off running toward Wrath, who now has Tara on his lap.

Selena pouts. “I really wanted ice cream.”

“I bet Uncle Wrath would take you for ice cream if you asked him,” I tell her.

She shakes her head. “I also wanted to play with Kolby.”

Crouching down, I get on her level. “Do you want to stay with Uncle Colt and Aunt Kaitlyn instead?”

She nods, looking back at her sister.

I get it. She doesn’t want to be apart from her sister. They have been together every day for their entire lives.

“She will be okay without you. I know you protect her, but Uncle Wrath and Aunt Tara can take a shift tonight.”

“You think?” she asks.

“Of course. Why don’t you go ask Uncle Colt and Aunt Kaitlyn if you can stay the night with them?”

Suddenly, she throws herself into my arms, hugging me. “Thank you, Mom,” she whispers. “I love you.”

Tears are in my eyes. “I love you too.”

All she needed was permission to let someone else watch out for her sister. She is such a caregiver. She will make a wonderful mother one day, and I can’t wait.

She pulls back, running to Colt. Sienna is talking Wrath’s ear off about something, but he nods along, listening to every word.

By the time I make it to the group, Midnight is pulling me onto his lap.

“I told you to hurry,” he murmurs in my ear before biting my neck.

I barely hold back my moan. “Parenthood called,” I tell him.

“Everything okay?” he asks.

“Sienna’s staying with Wrath and Tara tonight while Selena is staying with Colt and Kaitlyn.”

He pulls back, looking me in the eyes. “They aren’t going to be together?”

I shake my head. “They want different things. I think for so long they have given up what they want for the other so they didn’t have to be apart, but they don’t have to do that anymore. They get to be kids again.”

He cups my cheek. “Because of you.”

“Because of us,” I correct him, pressing my lips to his softly.

“So if the girls are out, what are we doing tonight?” His eyes flare.

“I was thinking we could go to work,” I tell him.

He frowns. “Why?”

“You always said you’d give me my first tattoo…” I trail off.

He growls. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not. I love you. I want everyone else to know it too.”

He devours my mouth, swallowing my words. He kisses me so long that everyone begins to hoot and holler, except the girls who yell about how gross it is.

When he finally pulls back, he pats my ass, making me clench around the butt plug.

“It’s going to be a good night.”

Midnight is a man of his word.

Having Lainey on the back of my bike is heaven. I love feeling her body pressed against mine.

The only thing better is having all three of my girls together as a family. I feel like somehow somewhere in the universe I finally did something right to make them bless me with this beautiful family I have.

Now Lainey is making me even happier. She’s letting me mark that beautiful skin with my art. No, not just my art. My name.

As we pull up to the tattoo shop, I make a mental note to thank Elle and Jerico for agreeing to cancel their appointments and vacate the shop for the evening. I want this to be an intimate moment between me and my old lady.

I help her off the bike before I pull her helmet off. The flower on the side always makes me smile. She’s my little flower. Delicate and beautiful, but strong enough to weather a storm. God, I love this woman.

Pushing her in front of me, I admire my name on her back. When I gave it to her, I made her wear it so I could fuck her. It was the sexiest thing I have ever done. It made me grateful that I waited for her.

She is my first and only old lady. There will never be another like her.

Opening the back door, I usher her in.

“Why is it dark? Don’t Elle and Jerico have appointments?” she asks.

“They moved them. Come on now. In my room.”

We step inside my room, the one I do all my tattoos in. She moves to grab the plastic to cover my bench, but I wave her off.

“Strip,” I tell her.

Her eyes flare as she takes off her jacket, laying it on the chair.

I want to watch her strip, but I turn, starting to prep my area.

“How many women have you had in here?” Lainey whispers.

I finish covering the bench before I move toward her. She’s standing naked in the middle of the room. I cup her cheek.

“If you mean naked, zero. I don’t shit where I eat. This is a first for me as it is for you. I can’t give you many of those because I don’t have them, but I can give you this,” I tell her.

She nods, relief filling her features. My little flower still has some insecurities, but I will work each day to eliminate them all.

“On the bench, Flower,” I tell her.

She moves to the bench, lying down.

“Where do you want it?” I ask her.

Her fingers brush up her side. “Here.”

I wince. “That’s going to hurt.”

“This is where I want it,” she tells me again.

I nod, accepting her decision. Taking my cut off, I lay it on her jacket. Then I strip out of my shirt. I love the way her eyes follow me as I move around the room.

It doesn’t take me too long to set up the ink and my gun. After disinfecting her skin, I get the stencil and press it to her skin.

My dick is rock hard in my pants as I look at my name on her skin.

Mine.

She is mine and will forever be.

“I’ll try to be as easy as I can,” I tell her.

“I trust you.”

Slowly, I start to tattoo her skin.

“You okay?” I ask

“Yep.”

I continue to tattoo, paying attention to her body as I do. She keeps wiggling, her legs squeezing together.

Wiping her skin, I pull back. “Do you need a break? Is it that painful?”

When I look into her eyes, I realize my mistake. It’s not that she is in pain. She is horny as hell. Her eyes are glazed over as she bites on her lip.

“Hmmm, is my good girl being naughty? Are you turned on right now?” I ask.

She nods slowly.

“Such a bad girl. Guess I will have to punish you for getting so worked up without me,” I tell her.

Her breathing hitches at my words. She both loves and hates my punishments.

It’s really not her fault, though. I stuck a butt plug in her ass before the party this morning. She has been in a state of being turned on all day because of it. I could tell every time that she would shift slightly that she could feel it.

It had me as turned on as her.

“Not much longer. Be a good girl. No coming until I’m inside you.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers.

I go back to work, being meticulous because this is the most important canvas I have ever drawn my art on. She is perfection, so this tattoo needs to be too.

It’s like I’m edging both of us as I take my time, going slow. Each change in her breath has my dick twitching. The need to be inside her is driving me insane, but I refuse to stop to take care of the need.

She will wear my mark today, and then I will fuck her into oblivion.

When I’m finally finished, Lainey is panting, her hands clutching the table for dear life. I sit back, the need to fuck her overwhelming as I see the words on her skin.

Property of Midnight.

She is mine in every sense of the word.

“Be a good girl and stay still,” I tell her as I clean up her tattoo and wrap it.

Then I get to work on the second stencil. The one she didn’t know I was doing today.

I don’t usually tattoo myself, but for her I will.

She watches me as I press the stencil to my wrist, right over my pulse. Then I tattoo her name on me.

Lainey.

It doesn’t take me long, as I don’t go fancy with it. I have a bigger piece planned for that. I need her name on me now, though.

Once I’m done, I clean it and show it to her.

“You didn’t have to,” she starts, but I cut her off.

“Of course I did. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Never forget it.”

Wrapping my tattoo, I move between her legs. Then I take off the gloves and toss them to the floor. She spreads them for me easily.

I know I can’t go hard. I don’t want to hurt her with the fresh tat, but I do need to be inside of her.

Looking down, I can tell she wants that too. I can see the butt plug still in her ass as her pussy drips with her arousal. My table is covered in it.

“Such a horny little flower, huh? You need something?”

“Yes,” she says as I move my fingers to play with her pussy, and she moans as I brush her clit.

“What do you need?” I ask her.

She doesn’t answer right away, so I smack her clit.

She whimpers. “Your cock.”

“Where do you want it?”

“In my pussy.”

I smirk at her. I’ve been working on getting her to voice what she wants more.

“Such a naughty girl. Wanting my dick after getting a tattoo. I’ve seen grown men cry from the pain.”

“It felt good,” she admits.

I undo my belt, letting my pants fall to the floor. Then I step forward, rubbing my cock along her wet seams. “Did it? You liked the pain?”

“I liked knowing you were touching me. That it was your name on my skin,” she moans out.

Fuck if that isn’t the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.

“Good girl. You love everything I give you. Even this.” I bump my cock against the butt plug, making her gasp.

“Yes, sir,” she moans.

“Good. I’m going to fuck you and you will come on my cock, but only when I tell you to.”

“Yes, sir,” she repeats.

I grab her hips, ignoring the slight sting from flexing my tattoo as I line up with her pussy.

I’m going to take her ass one day, but the day is not today. Instead, I’ll settle for my balls slapping it each time I bottom out inside of her.

Thrusting forward, I sink into her warm heat. It’s like nothing I have ever experienced. It seems like every single time I slide into her, it is the first time. It has me want to frantically fuck her until she forgets where she is. I want to keep her forever.

That mark says I will.

I stare at the tattoo as I begin to pound into her pussy, making sure to hit that toy in her back door. She is withering underneath me. I can tell she’s close.

“Do you want to come?” I ask her, grunting as I fuck her harder.

“Michael,” she moans out, her body chasing that high.

“My good girl needs to come. Don’t worry. I’ve got you. Come for me.”

Two strokes later, she is squeezing against me so hard that the butt plug pushes out of her ass. I can feel my own pleasure coming as my cock jerks inside of her.

I hold her, my head on her stomach as we each come down from our high.

When I finally straighten up, I look down and find Lainey passed out. I smile at her as I pull out of her.

God, I love this woman.

Spying my name, my smile only grows.

My old lady.

Mine.

Want to see the twin’s birthday party? Check out Midnight and Lainey’s bonus epilogue HERE !

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