The second story in the Ryan family series!
•Not a stand alone read must read Loving Navy first.•
Morgan Ryan is the rebel her parents said she would be since the day she was born.
She followed in her father's footsteps and is a great tattoo artis...
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Once we made it to the lobby Shawn was standing there waiting on me I suppose.
"Morgan sweetheart wait." He begged.
"First of all, I'm not your sweetheart, and second I'm late for work I don't have time for you Shawn."
"Please Morgan please don't tell my fiancée." He said.
"Why not? She deserves better than you Shawn and your unborn child needs a father." I said.
"Oh god, Morgan." He said.
"Listen Shawn we have to get to work and I don't appreciate you harassing my girl so I suggest you stop before I have to do something about it." Trace said.
"Fine I give up I won't mess with you again but I promise I'm going to be faithful," Shawn said.
"That's what they all say, Shawn," I said putting my helmet on and straddling my bike.
"Cya at work." Trace said smiling at me.
I winked and him and drove off leaving Shawn in my dust.
When we both pulled up at the shop and Trace gets out and walks over to me. "You have him pissing in his pants."
"That's what he gets and I'm not so sure that I won't still tell. I guess it depends on if he keeps bothering me about it." I smile.
"You are something else. Well, we better get in before people say I'm eye-fucking you which I am by the way." He laughed.
"That's nice to know Trace." I giggle walking in and as soon as I do my mom is staring hard at me.
I walk over to my station and begin to set up when mom walks over and leans down to my ear. "Morgan Winter, you slept with him again didn't you?"
"I can't lie I have multiple times and it's the best I've ever had," I smirk.
"I can't believe you, Morgan... Wait yes I can." She laughed.
"Can you blame me, mom? He's so hot and knows what he's doing." I smile.
"Alright just don't let your dad hear about it for now. But the way Trace looks at you it's obvious and I'm pretty sure that Ethan has noticed it too." She said.
"Oh well, not my fault. Ok, I gotta get set up and I'm going to let Trace take some of my clients today so make sure that you give him the money." I said.
"You got it, Morgan." Mom said walking away and I looked up and Ethan was staring at me. I smiled at him and then got out my ink.
Trace was talking to my dad until a couple of people came in and one was scheduled for a tat and the other wasn't but was hoping they could get matching so Trace said he would do one so we were trying to match them up.
We were so in our element together and I loved being beside him. I feel like if we continue our fuck fest that maybe I won't fuck other people.
I'm going to wait before I would even agree to that because I like a different dick.
Ethan walked over... "Hey, Morg do you want to grab lunch together today?"
"I'm sorry Ethan I can't I have a tattoo schedule during lunchtime. I'm swamped today." I said making a sad face.
"Alright, that's cool. Maybe one day this week we can hang out." He said.
Trace looked over at me and smirked. I tried not to smile and focused back on the tattoo.
When the tattoo was over we compared the stars and high five each other because they really looked similar.
"Well, that was fun." He smiled.
Dad walked over... "So I have an idea how about to build a clientele for Trace if we have any walk-ins we send them to Trace and that way we don't have to turn anyone away."
"That sounds great dad! His lines are perfect and if I didn't know better then I would think it was your work." I smile.
"Thanks that means a lot coming from you. You are the queen of lines." Trace laughs.
Dad looks at me and then at Trace and looks at me again and smiles. "I appreciate all of your hard work. Both of you and I'm happy your here Trace." Dad said.
I looked at dad and tried to read him but when he smiled I feel like he already knows but he's not going to say anything in front of Trace.
The rest of the day went by fast and by the time I finished my last tattoo and cleaned up Trace was cleaning up too.
"Do you want to go grab a pizza?" I ask Trace.
"Sure! Do you want me to follow you to the place?" He asked.
"No, I want you to ride my bike with me." I laugh.
"For real? I'm so down. Where will I get a helmet?" He asked.
"Oh, there is an extra one in the back. I will be right back." I said walking to Dad's office and grabbing the extra one.
When I come back out Trace was outside leaning against the railing on the porch and god he was sexy.
"Here you go! Have you ever rode a motorcycle?" I ask.
"No can't say I've ever ridden with someone but I know how to ride." He smiled.
"Just hang on to me and lean with me and we are good," I said getting on my bike and waiting for him to get on behind me.
He wrapped his arms around me and as we took off we passed Ethan. "Fuck!"
"What?" Trace said leaning up.
"We just passed Ethan," I said as we pulled up to the pizza place.
"Wow, that was fun and hot holding on to you. I want to fuck your brains out." He said.
"Don't say that because I will take you inside and fuck you in the pizza bathroom," I said.
"No, you wouldn't!" Trace laughed.
"Oh yes, I will just wait until I order," I smirk.
"Well, I'm waiting and ready for you Morgan." Trace winked.
