Ready to Roll

Chapter 1

The sun beat down on all of the people who joined together once a year for the biggest motorcycle party: Sturgis. It's where the finest bikes were shown off and it went on for a week straight. Sturgis. How she loved it so!

Jetta smirked, flipping her honey blonde hair over her shoulder, wearing a Harley Davidson tank top that snugly hugged her body, her stomach showing with a navel piercing. She had tattoos on both arms and one on her shoulder blade. Her left arm had her name splayed across it in Old English lettering with tiny black roses around it while her right arm was a Chinese symbol that meant Hope and Prosperity. Her shoulder blade had a black crow on it, representing her favorite movie and favorite bird.

She was sick, she admitted it.

Her piercing deep blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of black shades and she wore a pair of hip hugging blue jeans with holes ripped in the knees, black steel toed boots on her feet, and black fingerless gloves on her hands. She had a black bandana around her head, her hair pulled back to rest over her shoulder.

She was finally home.

He was already chatting with some old buddies, laughing darkly at a comment one of them made, turning to examine the motorcycle in question. He cut an imposing figure in his skintight black jeans and matching black leather vest, his arms covered from shoulder to wrist in tattoos, or sleeves as most people in the loop called them. His black hair hung down his back, a black bandana hanging out one of his back pockets. He propped a boot on the picnic table bench, leaning down to catch what else was being said, nodding his head, his green eyes beginning to stray around them, taking in the people beginning to pour in.

"Brent!" She cried and ran over to him, her bike already being set up for showing. It was a Chopper made by Jesse James himself, a deep midnight blue that looked like a sky at night.

"Well I'll be DAMNED!" He laughed and took her in his arms, hugging her tightly as he twirled Jetta around in a circle before setting her down. "Girl it's been a..."

"A year, I know. You know me; never stay in one place too long." She replied, pushing her black shades on top of her head, resting on the bandana. "I can't believe Sturgis is finally here again!"

Brent was one of her best friends, had been ever since she started coming here some odd years ago. Jetta couldn't really remember. They hit it off and he was the one who put the crow tattoo on her left shoulder blade. "So, how've ya been, girl? Thinkin' about getting another tat?"

"I haven't decided yet. I might. Need somethin' on the right shoulder blade."

"Come look at my designs. Maybe we can find you somethin'."

"Who's she?" Mark asked suddenly, standing to his full height, his green eyes taking in a woman walking their way with a man, disregarding him instantly.

Kevin shifted on his seat, turning to look. "No idea, why? You interested?" He snorted. "Don't you have enough women throwing themselves at you? Leave some for the rest of us, man."

"Sorry, I can't help if I have what they want."

"Money? Notoriety for nailing a celeb?"

"The entire package."

"Kev, Mark I'd like ya to meet one of my good friends that I only see once a year..."

Jetta rolled her eyes. "Enough with the guilt trip already, Brent. You know how I am." She giggled when he nudged her before turning her attention to the two other men. "Now where's this design?"

"In a minute, wench. God you're pushy."

She batted her eyelashes playfully and swiftly retorted, "Would you want me any other way, Brent baby?"

"You're pushin' your luck, Jetta. You know I have a wife."

"Yes, yes I know. How is Courtney anyway?"

"She's fine, home with the kids." He chuckled with a shrug. "I became a family man, what can I say?"

"And she let you come to Sturgis?" Jetta whistled and walked over to look at the designs, stopping to stare at both men. "I'm Jetta by the way." She extended her hand first to the man with the blonde hair before turning her attention to the black haired, tattooed sleeved one.

It took Mark several seconds to place who the hell this guy was before remembering. Brent did tattoos. Right. He flashed a smile, shaking her hand firmly.

Kevin wasn't letting Mark get out a word though, jumping in quickly when his friend went to talk. Women tended to throw themselves at his feet -figuratively speaking- when he unleashed his southern drawl, which apparently had a devastating effect on females. "I'm Kevin."

Mark arched an eyebrow, an amused grin quirking his lips. "We know, Brent just introduced."

Why did he even bother?

Jetta giggled softly and nodded. "I remember sweet cheeks." She winked at him before turning her attention back to the designs, immediately taking one and began pacing back and forth, tapping her chin in thought. It was a skull with blue fire surrounding it. She walked over to the mirror, set the design down and pulled her tank top off, knowing it would have to come off anyway if she was getting inked. She wore a black bra underneath, not afraid to show off her body, and put the design up to the shoulder blade, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Brent, I'm in love with you." She stated finally and laughed when he just shook his head at her.

"Girl, what the hell did I just say?"

"Come on, you know you love me." She kissed his cheek and pulled her bandana off, wiping the sweat from her neck, forgetting how damn hot it got at Sturgis. "I want you to know that I do. When can we do it?" She asked, already having cash, knowing the man accepted nothing but.

Mark arched an eyebrow, his mind already supplying the answer as he studied her, taking in the crow tattoo on her left shoulder blade. The work was exceptional, not something he would ever put on himself, but for her it seemed to suit. That honey blonde hair was delicious as well. He had always been a sucker for blondes.

Deciding he wasn't going to get this beauty's time, Kevin shrugged. "Mark, how long you here for man?"

"Haven't decided yet." He murmured. "Depends."

"On what?"

He just shrugged, trying not to smirk.

"Right now, I'm freed up. You seem to always manage to catch me at my slower time." Brent chuckled, causing her to grin, and shook his head before going to the back to get everything ready. "Kev, were you interested in ink or your buddy?"

Jetta smirked, watching Kevin shake his head and walked right past him and Mark, not able to help giving him a once over. Damn. Those jeans looked like a second skin and the tank top he was wearing hugged his chest nicely. He was very muscular and tall. She loved them tall, dark and handsome. With a smirk on her lips, Jetta quickly rushed off to the back with Brent and lay down on the padded table, already knowing the drill.

"Yeah, yeah I know what to do."

"Nothin' has changed bout you has it?"

"Look who you're talking too, Brent." She reminded amusedly.

"Good point, I'm glad you like pain because this one's gonna hurt almost as much as your crow one."

"Bring it on."

"You going to get one?"

"Don't I have enough?" This time Mark couldn't keep the amusement from his tone, holding out his arms and displaying them.

Kevin nodded thoughtfully. "You know what; you should get one on your ass. That would be-" He coughed when he got a hand around his throat. "That would be bad, my bad, sorry man."

"I think you ARE getting a tattoo, Kev." Mark said softly, green eyes lighting up. "It'll say Undertaker's Bitch, what do you think?"

"I'm sorry?"

Jetta was laughing so hard, hearing their banter and shook her head, placing her honey blonde hair over her left shoulder while Brent prepped her right one for her skull tattoo. She also had a tribal design around her right ankle, which had been her first ink job. Jetta had been fascinated ever since, but she only came to Brent to do her work.

"Just do it Brent." She stated when he began warning her again, rolling her eyes. "You keep forgetting who I am apparently."

He muttered something incoherent before beginning the task, amazed this woman didn't even flinch. She had a high tolerance for pain, which was one of the reasons he admired her so much. From the first moment he met Jetta, she had this likeable factor and he was hooked, they'd been friends ever since.

Mark shook his head, walking back to the table, glancing down at her, admiring the way she handled the pain. He personally likened being inked to having an orgasm, if a person were into the pain/pleasure thing anyway. "Brent, if you do jailhouse tattoos, I got a bitch out there that needs one." He said, seeing Brent just grin and chuckled.

"You're not serious, are you Mark? Mark?"

Jetta moaned as her eyes drifted shut, her toes curling, loving how the pain shot through every part of her body, every crevice.

"Jetta, will you stop moving?"

"Sorry Brent, you don't know how good that feels though. I haven't been inked in-"

"A year, I know. Now stop moving or I'm going to fuck this design up and then we're going to have serious problems."

She giggled when the blonde started running out of the tattoo tent, shaking her head, and didn't even notice the black haired man had stayed behind. Mark. She thought that was his name and kept her eyes closed, digging her black painted fingernails into the bedding, letting out a soft growl and laughed when Brent stopped.

"Okay, okay I was just fuckin' with you. I'm ready, do it."

"Last chance, Jetta."

She bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing, blue eyes sparkling with amusement, and tried in vain to keep from moving or moaning or anything, not wanting to piss her tattooist off.

This woman was just as kinky as he was. That was an instant turn on. Mark moved around so he was in front of her, dropping to a crouching position so her face wasn't lined up with...well, he smirked, wondering if that was such a bad position to begin with.

"Jetta's an unusual name." He said, watching as her beautiful eyes flew open.

"Thanks." She smiled back at him, seeing the shades were off and he had the most beautiful green eyes she'd ever seen on a man. They reminded her of two glistening emerald stones. "I wish I could say the same about the name Mark, though it's one of my favorite names for a guy." She smirked when his black eyebrow rose and gripped the table, her nails digging into the fabric more, trying not to tense as a rush of sensation coursed through her. "This is almost as good as sex."

"Jetta!"

"It's the truth!"

"My kind of woman." Mark rumbled, laughter in his voice, ignoring Brent's 'don't encourage her'. "Though sex still ranks up just a bit higher, darlin'." He added with a wink, watching her gripping the edge of the table. For some reason, this was turning him on. "Like a little pain, Jetta?" He asked in a low, husky voice, unable to resist. If she was the kind of woman she presented herself as, which surprisingly wasn't a whore, but someone as blunt as him, she wouldn't be offended.

"I fully agree with you, though this is second best in my book. And a little pain never hurt anyone, especially in the bedroom with-"

"Jetta!"

She was giggling so hard while Brent turned red, her entire body heating up at the intense look in Mark's eyes. She wouldn't mind going for a round with him, or several for that matter. He seemed like the type who enjoyed a little pain in the bedroom, something she could cause with her long nails and torturous methods.

"Okay, done with the outlining. Give that a few minutes and don't move."

"Yes sir." She rolled her eyes as Brent snorted before walking out, immediately cracking her neck and fingers.

Standing up, Mark surveyed the work, arching an eyebrow. "A skull with flames?" He murmured, taking in the outlining with an approving nod. He knew Brent did damn good work, not that Mark himself had ever let the guy ink him. He had specific people for that and didn't let anyone else near him with a tattoo gun. Though he was beginning to get the itch to go see Paul Booth and have something added to his own canvas. His body, which was a walking piece of art. All tattoos were in his opinion. "So was that the foreplay?"

"No, I can give better foreplay than that, Mark." She replied bluntly, sounding amused and continued lying there, drumming her fingernails on the bedding. She hated how Brent always left when she was just getting into the whole pain and pleasure experience. Though she knew the outcome would be worth it. She felt Mark's fingers brush against her crow tattoo and shivered his touch pure liquid fire. Jetta was already turned on just by the sight of him as she slowly looked at him over her shoulder, a sly smirk on her face. "Like what you see, Mark?"

"Mmmhmm...I'm just wondering if I'd like the rest of it as much." He purred with a low voice. Jetta didn't sugarcoat or play coy much. He liked that in a woman. There were two things in her favor, not counting the fact that she considered being inked sexual, which made his mouth water. Oh the possibilities! "If you think you can handle it," He crouched down again so their faces were inches apart, his green eyes boring into her beautiful blues. "Look me up when you're done." Their lips were so close he could have kissed her. A moment later, he was passing Brent on his way out.

Not very many men could make Jetta breathless because she was a blunt woman and normally was the one to make THEM breathless. Though right now, in this moment, Jetta could honestly say Mark had an effect like no other ever had. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt another rush of heat overflow her body. She smiled at Brent when he came back in, mauling over Mark's words in her head. She rarely went to a man, they usually came to her. Damn, he had so much potential too. Sighing inwardly, Jetta lay back down on the table and closed her eyes while Brent got back to work. No matter how hard she tried, Jetta couldn't get those emerald eyes out of her mind.