Flint replied with a wry smile. “When we were younger, I had more than one girlfriend fall for Jesse after I brought her home to meet the family. After a while, I learned to stop bringing my girlfriends home.”
“Probably because he was older and therefore more mysterious,” Kendra said. “Trust me, I only have eyes for you.” Flint seemed genuinely relieved at her answer, and she wondered if there was more to the story than he was letting on. There seemed to be a lot of undercurrents going on between the three brothers that she hadn’t quite figured out yet. She hoped Flint would tell her some day.
Sam looked up and grinned when he saw them. “So you’re Kendra?” he said, reaching out to shake her hand. “I’m Sam, otherwise known as the baby brother.”
“And the talented tattoo artist too, from what I hear,” Kendra added.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Sam has built up quite a steady clientele,” Flint said. “He specializes in tattoos for women in...private places.” He wriggled his eyebrows for emphasis.
The Sweet Butts hanging on both sides of Sam giggled.
“Oh goodness!” Kendra exclaimed. “I’m afraid to even ask exactly what that means. You don’t have to tell me. I’ll let it stay a mystery.”
“You want one, Kendra?” Sam offered with a wink. “I’ll give you a special price. Family discount and all that.”
“Hell no,” Flint answered curtly “Absolutely not. Hands off, Sam,” he warned. “Besides, I already have something very unique for Kendra in mind. I’ll do it myself.”
Sam lifted up his beer bottle and laughed again at Flint’s expression. “Just teasing you, bro. That’s all.” He turned back to Kendra and lowered his voice. “I’m not so sure I would let him do a tattoo on me. I’m much more experienced, so when the time comes....”
Kendra frowned. “I thought Flint worked at the tattoo parlor with you?”
Sam slapped Flint on the shoulder. “That’s a good one. Fuck, Flint! What the hell you been telling this woman?”
Suddenly Kendra felt stupid, like everyone was in on a joke but her. A worried look crossed Flint’s face and he quickly hid it.
“So now you’ve met the infamous Sam,” Flint said jokingly before sliding an arm around Kendra’s waist. “Let’s go see how Jesse and Tom are coming along with those burgers. Sam, will you make sure all of the picnic tables and chairs are set up out back on the screened-in porch? It looks like just about everybody is here and we’ll be ready to eat in a few minutes.”
“We’ll help Sam,” one of the young, blonde Sweet Butts replied. She linked her arm with Sam’s and giggled again. Kendra resisted the urge to roll her eyes dramatically at the young woman and to suggest she might want to put some more clothes on. It was the dead of winter and the girl was dressed in a low-cut pink tank top to show off her ample boobs. Kendra knew she had to be absolutely freezing to death. Then again, maybe that was the point, judging from the look of the erect nipples poking through her shirt.
Sam threw his arm around another girl’s shoulders and hugged both girls tightly. “Come on, ladies. Back to work.”
****
F lint settled down beside Kendra on a bench pulled close to one of the many picnic tables spread around the large porch. Portable heaters kept the area warm and cozy.
“So what do you think?” he asked, handing her another beer.
“Think about what?” she replied.
“Us. The MC. The cookout. This whole thing. What are your thoughts?”
Kendra pondered his question for a moment before answering. “I like it,” she replied honestly. “I like the feeling of family and camaraderie among the group. Everyone has been super nice to me, and most of them went out of their way to make me feel comfortable. They didn’t have to do that and I really appreciate it. Today has definitely changed my idea of what a motorcycle club is all about.”
“Thank you for saying that,” Flint said,
“Probably because he was older and therefore more mysterious,” Kendra said. “Trust me, I only have eyes for you.” Flint seemed genuinely relieved at her answer, and she wondered if there was more to the story than he was letting on. There seemed to be a lot of undercurrents going on between the three brothers that she hadn’t quite figured out yet. She hoped Flint would tell her some day.
Sam looked up and grinned when he saw them. “So you’re Kendra?” he said, reaching out to shake her hand. “I’m Sam, otherwise known as the baby brother.”
“And the talented tattoo artist too, from what I hear,” Kendra added.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Sam has built up quite a steady clientele,” Flint said. “He specializes in tattoos for women in...private places.” He wriggled his eyebrows for emphasis.
The Sweet Butts hanging on both sides of Sam giggled.
“Oh goodness!” Kendra exclaimed. “I’m afraid to even ask exactly what that means. You don’t have to tell me. I’ll let it stay a mystery.”
“You want one, Kendra?” Sam offered with a wink. “I’ll give you a special price. Family discount and all that.”
“Hell no,” Flint answered curtly “Absolutely not. Hands off, Sam,” he warned. “Besides, I already have something very unique for Kendra in mind. I’ll do it myself.”
Sam lifted up his beer bottle and laughed again at Flint’s expression. “Just teasing you, bro. That’s all.” He turned back to Kendra and lowered his voice. “I’m not so sure I would let him do a tattoo on me. I’m much more experienced, so when the time comes....”
Kendra frowned. “I thought Flint worked at the tattoo parlor with you?”
Sam slapped Flint on the shoulder. “That’s a good one. Fuck, Flint! What the hell you been telling this woman?”
Suddenly Kendra felt stupid, like everyone was in on a joke but her. A worried look crossed Flint’s face and he quickly hid it.
“So now you’ve met the infamous Sam,” Flint said jokingly before sliding an arm around Kendra’s waist. “Let’s go see how Jesse and Tom are coming along with those burgers. Sam, will you make sure all of the picnic tables and chairs are set up out back on the screened-in porch? It looks like just about everybody is here and we’ll be ready to eat in a few minutes.”
“We’ll help Sam,” one of the young, blonde Sweet Butts replied. She linked her arm with Sam’s and giggled again. Kendra resisted the urge to roll her eyes dramatically at the young woman and to suggest she might want to put some more clothes on. It was the dead of winter and the girl was dressed in a low-cut pink tank top to show off her ample boobs. Kendra knew she had to be absolutely freezing to death. Then again, maybe that was the point, judging from the look of the erect nipples poking through her shirt.
Sam threw his arm around another girl’s shoulders and hugged both girls tightly. “Come on, ladies. Back to work.”
****
F lint settled down beside Kendra on a bench pulled close to one of the many picnic tables spread around the large porch. Portable heaters kept the area warm and cozy.
“So what do you think?” he asked, handing her another beer.
“Think about what?” she replied.
“Us. The MC. The cookout. This whole thing. What are your thoughts?”
Kendra pondered his question for a moment before answering. “I like it,” she replied honestly. “I like the feeling of family and camaraderie among the group. Everyone has been super nice to me, and most of them went out of their way to make me feel comfortable. They didn’t have to do that and I really appreciate it. Today has definitely changed my idea of what a motorcycle club is all about.”
“Thank you for saying that,” Flint said,
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