Sweet Caroline

A Biker Beauties Short Story

I cannot believe I’m tattooing a fucking koala bear.

Adjusting my hold, I wiped the blood away from the saturated areas pooling at the woman’s hip, then pressed the needle back to her pearlescent, previously unmarked skin.

A tattoo virgin.

Usually, I hated tatting a hot chick with their first tat. They tended to be too high maintenance. And I definitely didn’t want to be tatting cutesy shit like koala bears, cartoon animals, rainbows and stupid crap people would regret later, but it wasn’t my role to sway them from what they wanted, and I couldn’t boot her to my employee, Kidd, because he was busy working a tat for my club brother’s old lady.

I glanced across the room and watched with a grin as Kidd, one of my genius artists and a current Prospect for the Hero’s Pride, worked on our Vice President’s old lady. The biker princess of them all, Shay O’Donnell. Well, technically she was Shay Crawford, and had been for almost two years now.

Rex grumbled and crossed his massive arms, dipping his face near his wife’s tits where my friend worked.

I chuckled and filled in the nose of the koala bear.

My canvas moaned a little in the back of her throat. My dick stirred to attention. Damn. Been a while since a woman moaning had given me a stiffy when I wasn’t the one making her moan in pleasure.

“You okay there, Sunny?” I stopped the tattoo gun and waited for a reply.

She looked over her shoulder, and her golden hair fell in a straight sheet down her back as she cocked a brow. “Sunny?”

I gifted her one of my most sultry smiles. The one that usually got me into a girl’s panties quicker than I could tattoo them. Then again, it usually wasn’t that hard to get in a girl’s panties if she went for the tall, tatted, unruly, motorcycle-club-member type. I had pitch-black hair, eyes a cerulean blue, and tattoos from neck to ankles. If tats weren’t a woman’s thing, I wasn’t the man for them.

“Yeah.” I gestured to her hair with my chin. “Like pure sunshine.”

She preened and her cheeks turned a rosy hue before my eyes.

Nice.

Yeah, she was a pretty one.

Innocent and sweet.

“So why the koala bear?”

She smiled so big it was like the sun actually shone down on my dark soul.

As a patched-in brother of the Hero’s Pride Motorcycle Club, I scored a lot of tail. Usually, however, they were women who knew the score. Not cotton-candy sweet, with a smile and hair as bright as the damn sun.

“Just got back from doing a summer abroad. I’m studying to be a marine biologist, but I was taken with the wildlife in Australia, obviously the most by the koalas, which are actually a marsupial, not a bear at all.”

“Hmm. Interesting.” I fired up the tattoo gun and worked on adding the perfect shading to the fur in the picture she’d provided that I then hand drew. At least I got to draw the thing freehand. That made having to use my gifts on a girly “marsupial” less lame. Not totally, but I figured if I had to do it, I’d make it as badass and realistic as possible.

“Goddamn it, Kidd! You touch my wife’s tit again and you’re going to lose that goddamned arm!” Rex growled and my canvas trembled.

“Hold up, Sunny.” I wiped the area and set my tools to the side, hiking off the chair I was straddling and making my way to where my MC brother was hassling my employee.

I nudged Rex’s beefy shoulder, making sure not to touch him with my gloved hands, and looked down at where Shay lay. Her shirt was off, huge tits encased in a sexy-as-fuck black lace bra. Under her right breast she was having the date of her wedding and the date her children were born added to her ribs. Ouch. The ribs were the worst, but she was taking it like the badass bitch I knew her to be.

“What’s the problem here?” I cocked a brow at Rex, not my employee, because I knew Kidd. He was doing everything in his power to avoid touching an old lady’s body in any manner. Especially the Vice President’s wife. The President’s daughter.

The men in the Pride took their relationship with their old ladies to a possessive, Neanderthal level. I could totally understand, not that I could relate. I didn’t have an old lady as of yet but was keeping my eyes open.

“Kidd keeps pressing his hand and his forearm to my wife’s tit,” Rex grumbled, breathing fire like a dragon ready to strike.

“You realize in order to get to that area, so he can tattoo it perfectly, he’ll likely brush up against and oftentimes have to press up against her breast. She chose the area, not Kidd. Brother, this happens every time your woman wants ink. Give the guy a pass. He’s getting patched in next month. You think a brother would intentionally touch your old lady inappropriately? Think hard, man.” I stared into his amber-colored eyes. His mouth twisted into a scowl.

“Fuck, just hurry it up.” Rex pushed his fingers into his long waves of hair and turned around. The needle fired up again.

I gave Kidd an apologetic look followed by a snarky grin.

“Shut the fuck up, man. I keep telling you to stop having me do the old ladies, but no, you love messing with me.”

I shrugged. He was right. I’d had enough razzing from the Hero’s Pride MC when I was prospecting. It’s part of the process. So, when a brother comes in and asks for ink for his woman or his old lady, I send them over to Kidd.

Honestly, it’s usually pretty funny. When it’s Rex, not so much.

I chuckled and winked at Shay as she lay there smiling like the sexy loon she was.

“You suck,” Kidd mumbled and got back to work.

“Damn straight. Never had any complaints either.” I laughed and made my way back to sunny and sweet.

Once I started work on Sunny’s hip tat, I let everything fall away. Her pretty spun-gold-colored hair and big brown eyes, my brother, his old lady, and everything in between, and just focused all my attention on completing the most kick-ass koala the world had ever seen.

As I was about halfway through, I heard a strange moaning noise. The sound tingled along my nerve endings, causing gooseflesh to rise on my skin.

I shook my head and looked at Sunny. “You okay?”

Her cheeks were a fiery pink, and she bit her lip, then squirmed in her seat. “Um, I think that couple you were talking to, um, went to the back room to have a, uh, chat.”

I narrowed my gaze and held my breath.

A crooning sound came from back office. “Jesus, baby, you’re so hard, mmmm.” 

Fuck.

“Fuck yeah, gonna lick you clean, Pussycat,” Rex grumbled low in his throat, and if I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn they were going at one another five feet from me, not thirty-five feet down the back hall where the office was.

Sunny—who wasn’t named Sunny, but I forgot her fuckin’ name the second she asked me to draw a koala bear—trembled and gripped the table, her nails digging into the leather.

I started up the gun and got back to work, hoping that was the end of their shenanigans but knowing with everything inside of me there was no way in hell it was.

“Taste so good, like pure honey. I could eat you all night.” I heard Rex’s statement, and my dick hardened behind my jeans.

I adjusted my cock and balls and ran my forearm along my suddenly sweaty head and got back to work.

“Oh God, oh baby, oh my…” Shay’s broken, alluring voice cut through the sound of the tattoo needle, the music playing in the background and my ability to focus.

“Shit,” I griped and ground down on my teeth.

Sunny’s body jostled along the table as she turned her head to the side and smiled, a little giggle leaving her glossy peach lips. “This is funny,” she noted good-naturedly.

At least she wasn’t one to bitch about the indecency of it.

I sighed. “Not really the time or the place, but I’m not gonna bother them because they have a pair of just over one-year-old twins at home. My guess, they don’t get a lot of alone time to let loose.” I went back to tatting the two opposable thumbs the bear had, wanting them to look as realistic as possible.

“Aw, that’s sweet of you. You’re a good guy, Ink.”

“Yeah, I’m a regular do-gooder.” I chuckled and finished one hand, moving to the other three claws on the bear’s opposite hand curled around a gnarled branch with eucalyptus leaves, filling them in and then adding a little white for a reflection.

“Yeah, bend over, show me that sweet pussy and ass.” Rex’s voice reverberated through the tattoo parlor. Kidd at least had put his headphones on and was cleaning up his station, the closed sign on the door already in place.

Rex’s command was followed quickly by a loud wail from his wife.

“Take it. You take your man’s cock. All of it, baby. That’s right, fuck yeah.” Rex roared his triumph.

Sunny’s body wiggled against the chair, so I placed my hand to her back, pressing gently. “Easy. Relax or you’re going to have one wonky-as-fuck bear. Might look more like those dancing bears from the Grateful Dead, instead of a tribute to a country you loved,” I teased.

She giggled and the sound went straight to my cock. I gripped between my thighs and squeezed the massive bulge.

“You’re feelin’ it too?” Her coffee-colored gaze was zeroed on my hand over my cock.

I smirked. “Kind of hard not to when you’ve got a live porno happening in the other room.”

She licked her lips, and her pupils dilated. “Yeah,” Her voice was breathy, and I wanted nothing more than to take her mouth with mine and taste her candy-coated tongue.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry as we stared at one another. And that’s when the pounding started.

Skin against skin.

Body to body.

Carnal fucking.

If I had to guess, Shay was bent over the desk, her lush curves naked from the waist down. Rex would have his pants around his knees, his large paws on her hips while he hammered into her from behind.

“Taggart!” Shay cried out, using Rex’s real name, moaning  so loud I clenched my fingers, my knuckles turning a snowy white.

Sunny turned in her chair. Her tank top was twisted into a knot just below her breasts, and her yoga pants were pressed down low on her hips so I could have unfettered access. Her belly button was a tiny little slit against a flat abdomen I wanted to run my tongue down.

“More. Give me more, woman. Squeeze my dick. Fuck. So good. My wife so goddamned perfect.” He continued to fuck Shay for all to hear.

Well, not everyone. Just me and Sunny, who was looking at me, licking her lips as though I were her next meal.

I glanced over at Kidd’s table, and he was gone, the light in front of the store turned off, proving he’d left for the night and locked the front door when he did.

“We’re alone?” she asked.

“Except for them.” I nodded toward the back room where the fucking had ramped up even higher.

“You have a girlfriend?” she asked out of the blue.

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“Got a condom?”

My heart pounded a rapid beat, and my palms started to sweat. “Yep.”

“You want to fuck me, right here, right now?” Her gaze was half-lidded and filled to the brim with desire.

“Hell yeah. Drop your pants, Sunshine,” I growled.

She stood and, without any further discussion, pushed her yoga pants and panties down to her ankles, then kicked them off.

I ripped off my gloves, tossed them on the floor, pulled out my wallet, grabbed a condom, tore it open, undid my pants and my cock sprang to attention.

“Wow. Nice.” Her gaze was on my hard-as-stone shaft between my thighs.

“Glad you approve,” I said while I sheathed my length.

“Harder! Harder, baby!” Shay screamed and Rex growled with a fiery intensity that slithered down my spine and settled hotly at my cock and balls.

“Hop on, Sunny.” I leaned back.

She grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”

With sure movements, she straddled my lap, centered the flared head against her wet slit and slammed down until her ass met my muscled thighs.

Bliss. Pure fucking nirvana speared through my body, and I dug my hands into her thighs.

Her body arched, offering the column of her neck. I pressed my lips to it, then my tongue and ran it up the slender surface. She smelled of wild berries and tasted like heaven. I tunneled my fingers through her silky hair, gripped the roots in a fist and forced her mouth to mine.

She opened for me instantly, sucking my tongue while fucking my cock with her slick, tight, viselike grip. She tasted of the Orange Crush soda she’d been sipping earlier.

“Jesus, woman, you know how to fuck.” I bit at her lips.

She grinned, wrapped her arms around my neck and used her legs to bounce up and down, riding my cock like a professional horse jockey.

I gripped her around the waist, plastering her form to mine. Her body rocked and rolled as though she were made to take my cock.

“Again, Pussycat! Wrap those legs around me. Yeah, like that! Come again, baby,” Rex commanded from the other room.

A fresh bout of arousal slickened my woman’s ride, making it easier to sway up and down on my length.

I lifted my arm up her back, curled one hand around the nape of her neck and yanked her down, lifting my hips, hitting as deep as possible.

Unlike Rex and Shay, I was able to keep my mouth over Sunny’s, stealing her soft sighs and heady moans as she came undone in my arms, her body tightening, sweat misting along her chest.

She was a goddess.

Riding like the wind.

Her hair unbound, a tumble of brightness falling against my ink-covered arms.

I took a second to imprint the beauty that was her in my mind as her head tipped back, her body locked around mine and she offered the sky a silent wail of pleasure.

With quick movements, and her pussy clenching around my shaft, I clamped my mouth over hers, tasting her final moan on my tongue as she climaxed.

The telltale spark of release started at the base of my spine, swirling around the root of my shaft in what seemed like endless tantalizing circles until I gritted my teeth, ground her body down on mine, and let go inside of her.

For a couple minutes we sat there, kissing softly, intimately, as if we’d done this deed a thousand times before, when in reality, we’d only just met tonight and I didn’t even remember her name.

I was such a shit.

With one last sweep of my tongue, I nibbled her plump bottom lip. 

Sunny inhaled and exhaled, then languidly rose off my spent length.

I sighed and slumped back in my chair.

She grinned wide, slipped on her panties, then her yoga pants and darted to the bathroom.

I took care of the condom, tying off the end and putting it into a paper towel, then tossing it into the big trash bin that I’d take out with me this evening when I got ready to leave.

Sunshine came out of the bathroom, her hair falling into her pretty face. A dreaminess coated her expression as she turned to face the chair, pulled down her pants to her hips and hugged the leather.

I smiled and shook my head, put on a new pair of latex gloves and fired up the tattoo needle.

Fifteen minutes later, Rex led Shay through the hallway and out into the open parlor. Her long brown hair was even more wild than usual, her icy-blue eyes soft, her lips as bruised as the woman I’d just fucked.

“Shit, man, did we keep you?” Rex said with apology in his tone.

I ran a perfect black line around the foot of the koala, filling in the toenail claws one at a time.

“Nah, just finishing up Sunny’s tat.”

“Oh, I got a tattoo tonight too!” Shay gushed and swayed over to us to look at the bear. “Oooh pretty! Are you from Australia?” she asked as though we hadn’t just heard them fucking the daylights out of one another so hard we ended up having a quick fuck ourselves.

“Nope. Just visited and was obsessed with the little buggers. Ink drew this one from scratch off a picture I took of my favorite furry friend.”

“Cool, man.” Rex admired the tattoo. “For a chick tat.”

Shay swatted her husband’s bicep. “Shush! Just because the rest of the world doesn’t want to get snarling lion heads, reapers, skulls, and motorcycles doesn’t mean they aren’t important and just as cool.”

“It’s okay. I don’t care if other people think my tattoo is cool or not. It’s for me, not them.”

And wasn’t that just the best fuckin’ answer in the world.

“Well, I call bullshit on my husband. He has our twin’s footprints in the shape of a heart with their names tatted on his chest.” She poked at said chest with a red-tipped finger.

“Woman, besides you, nothing is more important than my babies,” he half snarled. The damn man was so balls to the wall every time he spoke of his wife and kids.

Shay blushed prettily at my brother. “Yeah,” she gushed and wrapped her arm around her man. “We didn’t, uh, bother you…um, did we?” Shay’s tone was breathy but still concerned.

I pressed my lips together. “Bother us? Not at all. More like inspired.” I chuckled.

“Hmm? I don’t get it.” Shay frowned and pressed her head to her man’s shoulder.

“No worries, Princess. Get home to your babies. Kiss ’em from Uncle Ink, yeah?”

She smiled wide. “You got it! Don’t work too late. Bye, Ink. Nice koala, chickee! Hope to see you again.” She hooked her arm around her husband’s waist. “We’ll head out the back to the bike.”

I waved with the hand not finishing up the last bit of white around the koala’s furry neck.

“Those two always like that?” Sunny asked.

My hackles rose on instinct. I didn’t take kindly to people judging my brethren or their old ladies. Those two, regardless of their lack of modesty, were two of the best people I’d ever known in my entire life. I’d die for either one of them.

“Gone for one another. I swear it was like cartoon hearts were popping up all around them like an aura,” she teased.

I chuckled and exhaled, relief filling my veins as I realized how cool this woman really was. “Yeah, they are.”

“Good for them,” she hummed, and I finished the last of her tattoo and spread some petroleum jelly along the three-by-four-inch area.

“Go take a look.” I slipped off my gloves and tossed them to the bin.

She scrambled up, now back to her sunny disposition, and took in her tattoo in the long mirror. “It’s incredible. So lifelike! Thank you, Ink. I’ll love it forever.”

“Glad you like it. At first I was thinking tatting a koala bear was a little lame for a Friday night.”

She pursed her lips and cocked her head.

“Or for anytime.”

Her head tipped back, and she laughed heartily, crossing her arms over her abdomen.

“Then you proved me wrong. Don’t suppose I’ll ever forget you or see a koala bear without remembering what happened here tonight.”

“Two memories for the price of one.” She waggled her hips and danced a little in a circle.

The woman was endearing.

I cleaned up my space while she dug through her purse and got out the cash we’d agreed on before I started her ink.

I shook my head. “Can’t take it.”

“Why not?” She frowned.

“Babe, seriously? Fucked you. Tatted you. Want to fuck you again after I buy you a couple beers and a burger at O’Donnell’s.”

She put a hand to her hip. “I don’t even know you and you want to take me out to dinner and drinks? Give me a free tattoo? Do you even know my name?”

“Woman…”

She bugged out her eyes playfully.

I liked this game.

Fuck.

I liked this girl.

“You say woman and what? I answer with man?”

“Get your shit. Taking you for burgers, beers, and another round of boning. This time preferably on a comfy mattress where I get to see and put my mouth all over you.”

She ran her fingers through her hair and twisted her lips around. “Oh, I don’t know…it’s getting kind of late. Besides, how do I know I can trust you?”

I came to stand in front of her, hooked her around the waist and pressed her to my chest. “What’s your name, Sunshine?”

Her lips twitched, and her nose crinkled. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Gonna find out one way or another.”

She shrugged. “Then I vote for another.”

“Jesus. Crazy bitches with koala bear tattoos and hair that shines like the sun who ride cock like a goddess. I must have been hit in the head too many times as a wayward teen to want to move forward with this.”

She snorted. Actually snorted with her laughter until she covered her mouth with her hand.

“I heard that.”

“You didn’t!”

“Babe, you just snorted like a piglet. Maybe instead of Sunshine I’ll call you Piglet?”

Her eyes widened, and I steered her out of my shop to the back alley where my bike sat.

“You wouldn’t dare call me that.”

“I would if you don’t tell me your real name…”

She groaned. “Fine. It’s Clementine.”

“Shut the fuck up?” I practically stumbled swinging my leg over my Harley.

Sunny grinned and bit her bottom lip. “No, it’s not.” She piggy-snort laughed again, and I couldn’t help but lose the plot in response, laughing alongside her.

“Woman, get on the back of my bike.”

She jumped up and down like a little girl and clapped her hands before putting her purse over her form cross-body. “We’re going for three memories tonight, Ink. I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle.” She put her arm to my shoulder and swung a long leg over the back.

When I got her settled, I started the bike and revved it so she could feel the power between her thighs in a way I would die trying to match in the bedroom tonight, after burgers and beers.

“What’s your name, baby?”

“Caroline.”

“Sweet Caroline, just like the song?”

Her lips pressed to my ear. “Just like the song.”

We rode to O’Donnell’s, where we met up with Riot, Mags, Holly, Tank, Shadow, and a few other brothers from the Pride. Whip was behind the bar sneaking kisses from his old lady, Anya, the local ballet teacher in town.

I pushed through the crowd and presented Caroline to my family.

“Hey, everyone, this is Caroline, but she goes by Sunny.”

The End.

A Note from Audrey

If you’d like to read more about the Hero’s Pride and how Rex and Shay got together, check out Biker Babe, available now. If Bikers aren’t your gig, I have a wide backlist of international bestselling titles available in over 30 languages that are always wicked hot romances, with happily ever after’s. Visit www.audreycarlan.com.

Live wild, ride free!

Love always,

Audrey