Madison grabs my arm, stopping me from walking. “Ah no. I don’t think so. You’re off till Thursday. You’re coming out. Plus, you owe me.”

“Why?” I smirk. “So you have more time to play with Jax? And I don’t owe you. I had to pee, for the last time. Get over it.”

She lifts an eyebrow and fixes her hair. “Maybe, maybe not. Doesn’t matter. You want to come and I can see it in your eyes. You can’t lie to me, Ava. Don’t forget that. Now go and get dressed. I’m good to go.” She points at my old jeans and baggy shirt in disgust. “You . . . not so much.”

Twenty minutes later, I find myself in the back of a cab, hating myself for caving in. A different cab, thank goodness; although, I have to say this one smells a little like pee and vomit. Still, I would take a vomit, pee cab over the creepy old guy any day. We could have taken my Jeep, but if it involves alcohol of any kind, we always opt for a cab to be on the safe side.

Madison is dressed up to perfection as usual, in a sexy little outfit, and after a lot of convincing I am squeezed into one of her little black dresses. Sadly, I now plan on buying one of my own. I love it way more than I hoped. I’m one of them now.

I can tell by looking at Madison that she’s nervous, and I’m surprised. That rarely ever happens when it comes to guys. She keeps fidgeting with her little heart necklace and peering out the window, as we get closer to the bar. She must really have a crush on Jax.

“Stop fidgeting with your necklace. It’s making me nervous,” I complain. “You look good. There’s no need to try to impress Jax. He’ll be wanting into your skirt by the end of the night. Trust me.”

“I’m not trying to impress anyone,” Madison says, trying to sound convincing. “I’m just worried that you’ll get our asses kicked out again, so please do me a favor and try not to piss anyone off this time.”

“I’ll do my best,” I mutter as we come to a stop. This time I toss the driver some cash and we both crawl out the one door that actually opens.

The first thing I notice when we get out of the cab is Blaine, standing at the side of the building with a girl on her knees in front of him. His head is leaned back, his eyes closed as he grips the back of her hair and roughly fucks her face.

“Holy shitballs!” Madison screams out, drawing unwanted attention to us. “That’s hot.”

Blaine opens his eyes and winks at us with a smirk, before thrusting his hips into the girl’s face one more time and then pushing her away and pulling up his jeans.

Madison grabs my arm, yanking me to her. “He’s sinfully gorgeous and getting head in the damn parking lot, Ava. Call me dirty, but I like this place already.”

I shake my head in disbelief as Blaine approaches us all normal like, as if we didn’t just witness him getting head at the side of the building.

“Damn, ladies. Didn’t know you were coming back, beautiful.” He throws a tatted arm around Madison’s shoulder. “Who’s this fine as shit goddess?”

I take a deep breath and roll my eyes, not sure what the hell we’ve gotten ourselves into tonight. “Madison . . . my roommate and best friend.”

We all look over, as the blonde that was just on her knees walks past us, wiping her mouth off as if she’s proud of getting to taste Blaine’s man meat.

Madison smiles and looks Blaine up and down, taking in every single inch of hard muscle; his dick included. “Your fly is down, sweets. Not that I’m complaining. Damn, you’re packing.” She pulls her eyes back up to his face. “Not that you don’t already know that.”

Getting frustrated, I pull Madison away from Blaine and grab her hand in mine. “Thanks for the show, Blaine, but we’re going to the parlor. Jax asked us to come.”

A sexy smile crosses Blaine’s face as he reaches for the door to let us in. “Follow me, Ladies.”

I nudge Madison in the side as she shamelessly checks out Blaine’s ass as we follow close behind him.

“Madi,” I snap, quietly. “Close your damn legs. You’re almost worse than them.”

She elbows me back, but then grabs my arm for protection as some big burly looking dude in a leather jacket growls at her and then licks his lips.

“And they’re pretty bad,” I add.

As soon as we step into the hall, all I hear are the sounds of a tattoo gun buzzing. It echoes throughout the small hallway, making me nervous now.

I stop and look through the open door at Royal and my heart literally skips a beat at the sight of him. He’s leaned over, concentrating on some middle-aged man’s back piece that he’s working on. Jax is chilling next to him, watching, them both looking just as sexy as the other night.

Madison stops next to me, raising a brow as she sets sights on Royal as well. “Well spank my ass and call me Sally,” Madison says with a moan. “Sexy, sinful, tattoo heaven . . . I’m never leaving. Just saying.”

Royal glances up with a snarl, but then turns his gun off and sets it down when his eyes land on me, watching me watch him. “We’re done for tonight,” he says to his client. “Jax will call you a cab.”

Looking as if he’s not bothered one bit by Royal dismissing him, he stands up, grabs for a stained up white shirt, and walks past us, almost falling into the wall.

Jax stands up and reaches for a bottle of Vodka, pouring five shots. “Did Blaine here give you guys a tour of the building on the way in? Zip up your shit, dude.”

“Fuck off,” Blaine says playfully, snatching up one of the shots while zipping his fly.

I turn my eyes back in Royal’s direction, but keep my head still so he doesn’t notice me watching him.

He looks conflicted as he starts cleaning his table and chair off. “Didn’t think you’d be back,” he says stiffly. “You change your mind on that tattoo?”

I grab a shot glass when Jax hands one to Madison first and then myself. “Your friend asked us to come and my friend here, forced me to agree.” I throw my shot back, emptying the glass, hoping for some kind of liquid courage. “So here I am.”

With stiff muscles, Royal stands up straight and grabs the last shot glass, slamming it back, before shoving the empty glass at Jax. “Come here,” he demands.

I stand here for a second, not moving, until Madison shoves me forward and calls me a pussy. I look back at her and glower, before stopping in front of Royal.

Grabbing my hand he pulls me to him, and grabs my hips, digging his hands in. “I have the perfect spot for your first tattoo.” Reaching for the bottom of my dress, he lifts the front so only he can see, and runs his thumb over my hipbone. “Perfect.”

Yanking my dress down, I back away and watch him as he starts preparing his tattoo equipment. “I never said I was going to let you tattoo me.”

His jaw clenches as he looks back at me. “You scared that Colton is going to be pissed or some shit?”

I shake my head. “At this point, I could care less about what he thinks. As far as I’m concerned, we’re on a break.”

“Okay . . .” He sits down and runs a hand through his messy hair, his eyes studying mine. “You don’t want one then?”

“I do,” I say quickly, realizing that I do, but I’m just being a pussy, exactly what Madison called me.

“Come on, Ava,” Madison says from behind me. “We’re already here and from what I can see, Royal is very capable of giving great tattoos. I’ll let Blaine over there tat me up next.”

Royal raises a brow in question, when I turn back to him. “What do you say, babe? Take that damn dress off for me?”

I swallow and look around the room. Having three other sets of eyes on me is making me nervous, extremely nervous.

“Out,” Royal suddenly barks out. “Keep the girl close by and make sure Porter stays away from her. He’s on some shit tonight.”

“Madison can stay,” I say firmly, not wanting to send her away. “I don’t care if she watches.”

Madison looks between Jax and Blaine and bites her bottom lip. It’s clear what she wants to do, and that’s most likely both of them. “I’ll be good with the boys. Plus, I want to check out the party animals in the next room.”