Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 135

Tae/Computer Guru/CG’s P.O.V.

I was happy to have a day full of clients. It was a good distraction. From everything. The videos and files, Blythe, Evander. I needed an escape from my own head, and holding a tattoo gun was just exactly what I needed.

After church was over, this was where I headed. I couldn’t keep putting my clients off. I had a lot to catch up on. Which meant a lot to distract me.

At least, that’s what I thought.

My mind has been on Blythe most of the day. I wonder if I should have gone to see her before leaving. Now that she’s promised to talk to us again. Shouldn’t I have tried?

I feel like a coward. I couldn’t face her. I was still too hurt and angry over Evander. Not to mention how I feel about everything she went through. Maybe I blame Evander more than the others because I saw the things they do to the kids at SD. Knowing that Blythe was one of. them at one time…

I don’t understand how she can be so willing to forgive him.

“Alright, you’re all set,” I told Riley after I wiped her arm. We were finally finished with a sleeve she’d been working on for over a year now.

“I love it Guru, thanks,” she said happily as she checked her arm out in the mirror. “You were pretty distracted today,” she commented. “Usually we chat a bit.”

“Just got a lot on my mind, sorry,” I replied, forcing a smile.

“No, hey, don’t be sorry,” she rushed out. “I just… I guess I just want to make sure you’re alright?”

I looked away from her as I started cleaning up my area.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I lied.

“You know I’m not like those other girls that try to get in your pants, right?” she asked. “You can like, actually talk to me. I’m your friend. I do not want to fu.ck you.”

Couldn’t help but smirk at that.

“Kinda hard to forget when you’re constantly asking me about Slider,” I replied, teasing her.

Riley scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“I do not constantly ask about him,” she argued. “I just causally ask about him. Sometimes. Rarely ever.”

“Right, right,” I replied sarcastically, obviously not believing a word she said.

“So, since you brought him up, how’s he doing?” She asked, giving me a big smile.

I snorted at her before ruffling her hair, making her frown and push my hands away.

“Why don’t you just ask him yourself?” I asked her.

“Oh please, he and I are not close like that,” she replied.

“You could be, if you talked to him,” I said. “Could be more.”

“Compared to the women I usually see him with, or see hitting on him, or see him hitting on… I seriously doubt he would see me as more.” She said, trying to laugh it off.

“I think you might not be looking hard enough,” I replied, knowing damn well that Slider would find Riley attractive. I’ve seen the way he looks at her when he comes up here during her appointments. Or the simple fact that I only ever see him here when Riley just so happens to have an appointment. I didn’t even know they knew each other, but they clearly do.

“I think you might be a tad bit insane,” Riley said with all the sass she could muster.

laughed as I ruffled her hair again. To which she shoved my hands away and huffed. I walked her to the front of the shop while she complained about me messing up her hair.

“Seriously, I was gonna go out after this, you buttface,” she groaned. “My hair was so cute, and you messed it all up.”

“Buttface?” I asked with a laugh. God, Bly would love her.

“Who messed your hair up?”

Riley froze at the sound of that voice. I smirked as I looked at her. Look who showed up again. Riley narrowed her eyes at me just as Slider walked up to us. His eyes bounced back and forth between us before settling on her.

“G–Guru,” Riley stuttered and cleared her throat as she leaned from foot to foot. “He ruffled my hair like I’m some sort of child!” She rushed out, glaring at me.

Slider seemed to relax just the tiniest at that.

“I think your hair looks nice,” he told her as he tucked a strand behind her ear. It was like watching a rom–com in real life with how wide and love–struck Riley’s eyes are. “Looks like a hot mess, actually,” he said, and I watched her throat bob.

Oh, for fu.ck’s sake.

“Riley, pay me and leave,” I cut into their moment. She straightened up at that and Slider took a step back. She came to the counter, Slider right behind her. So close that he was making her nervous. It was hilarious to be honest. This wasn’t his normal behavior and all three of us knew that. I wonder if they’ve been spending more time together than I knew. “Have fun going out tonight,” I told her, testing the waters. “Be safe and get fu.cked up. Don’t let too many dudes rub all up on ya. Or do, whatever.”

Slider stiffened as Riley laughed awkwardly.

“I somehow doubt I’ll have that problem, but thanks,” she replied. She waved goodbye to us, her eyes lingering on Slider before she left. I watched Slider’s eyes follow her to her car.

“You just gonna-”

“W–why are we doing this in secret again?” I asked, stuttering as my eyes stayed glued to Bly’s practically naked body. I’m so distracted by her fu.cking se.xy little curvy body that I don’t even care about Evander in the corner of the room. She put him in a damn chair facing the wall. And like a good little boy, he’s remained there; stiff, unmoving, and silent.

“Because I don’t want Karma to know yet,” Bly replied as Ps.ycho moved his hands down her mostly naked body. All she’s got on is her little pair of purple panties. No bra. No nothing. Pyscho was irritated when he walked in to see her showered and fully dressed. Something about how she was supposed to be easy–access all day. To which she argued that she needed to be clean for her tattoos.

Tattoos.

She wants me to tattoo our names on her. All of us. All fu.cking five of us.

“I’m not putting his name on you,” I stated for the eighth time. I’ve been saying it the whole time Psy.cho’s been taking her clothes off. My words sounded weak even to me, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to do it.

“Then you can’t put your name on me either,” she replied, just like she had every other time.

“He doesn’t even have a road–name anymore,” I growled as Ps.ycho shoved his face right against her covered pu.ssy, making her gasp and my co.ck twitch.

“He’ll have it back one day,” she said confidently. “And I want both.”

“Both our road–names and our names?” Psy.cho asked and Bly nodded. “Where?”

Then she looked at me. Those electric blue eyes were live with giddiness. I knew that whatever she wanted, I was going to give it to her. Fu.ck, I was going to end up tatting all our fu.cking names.

“You’ve wanted this since we were kids,” she said to me. “Have you thought about where?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.

“Okay, then, wherever you want,” she said with a smile. “I trust you.”

I almost melted into a fu.cking puddle.

I stayed silent as I set up a little station. I made everything as sterile as possible, making sure my girl would be fine. Then I gloved up and sat in a chair in front of her while she sat on her bed. She was beaming at me like the four of us weren’t in her bedroom with her practically naked and me ready to ink up her body.

“W–why isn’t Dragon here?” I croaked.

“I want to surprise him,” she replied. “I haven’t seen him all day, but I hope he’ll sneak into bed with me tonight. Maybe I can even see him before then.”

I nodded, afraid to say anything else as I looked down at her body. I know where I’ve always wanted my name to be. I smirked, knowing exactly where they were all going to go. Suddenly, all the tension left my body, my thoughts consumed with what I was about to do.

“Lie back, baby,” I told her. “I’m gonna need you to spread your legs too.”