If I could dream up a perfect day, today would have been it. Not only did it start with one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had, although all of them with Ward seem to be better than the last, it included him signing paperwork to rent a house, then we went to the park and played with Easton. Tonight, it ended with dinner and we’ve just tucked Easton into bed.

I sigh, flopping down on the couch next to Ward. His arm automatically wraps around my shoulders and he tucks me into his side. Laying my head on his chest I sigh, again. “This was the perfect day,” I say, announcing my thoughts aloud.

He chuckles. “It’s going to end with you riding my dick, so I have to wholly agree.”

My face heats at his words, even though he can’t see it. I’m completely nervous about that part of the night, and I’d kind of hoped he’d forgotten.

My breaths start coming out in pants as I try to concentrate on the television. I have no clue what’s even playing, all I can think about is being on top of him, giving him a show, and completely disappointing him. I don’t want to disappoint Ward, not after waiting for so long for him to finally be mine.

“Let’s go to bed, baby,” he rasps, his voice deep and husky.

I watch as he holds the remote control up and turns off the television. He stands and helps me to my feet. My legs feel like Jell-O with each step I take, following him into the bedroom.

Ward locks the door behind me and I expect him to walk over to the bed and wait for me, but he doesn’t. He turns around and backs me up so that I slam against the door. One of his hands slips around the side of my neck and I shiver as I look into his dark blue eyes.

He lowers his head, running his nose along my own. “Baby, you’re overthinking everything,” he sighs before his lips brush mine.

I feel his hand slide across the waist of my jeans, and then he pops the button before unzipping them and shoving them over my hips and ass. When his hand dives into my panties, I let out a gasp as his fingers brush over my clit.

“I’m going to make you come, then you can ride me,” he breathes against my lips.

I whimper, giving him a nod as his fingers slide through my center. My eyes slowly flutter closed and my head falls back against the door as he fills me with two fingers. He stretches me, curling them inside before he begins to pump in and out of my body.

“Ward, oh God,” I moan.

He chuckles, I feel his breath fan my face, but I don’t care. It feels too good to care what he’s laughing about. My hips lift and meet his fingers’ thrust when his thumb presses against my clit I cry out. He continues to fuck me with his fingers, and it’s one of the most amazing feelings ever. Although his mouth on me was the absolute best feeling in the world, and I find that I wouldn’t mind that again.

As if he can read my mind, my eyes pop open when he removes his fingers from my center. I watch as he drops to his knees. He spins me around, shoves my pants and panties all the way down to my ankles. Then he wraps his fingers around my hips and tugs me back. I feel his tongue touch my clit and I let out a sob.

It doesn’t take me long, maybe a few flicks with his tongue before I’m coming all over his mouth. I grind down against him, my shyness completely abandoned and taking a hike. Dropping my head back, I cry out as I come long and hard against him.

He stands almost immediately, and I feel the head of his cock against my ass. “I want to take you like this, Hayden.”

“Do it,” I dare.

He groans, leaning forward and slapping his hand against the door next to my head while his lips are at my ear. “If you weren’t my woman, it’d be the only way we’d fuck. But you’re mine, and I get your pussy, so I think I’ll have you ride me.”

I’m confused by his words, the declaration seems pretty important, but my mind is in a foggy lusty haze right now. I wrap my hand around his wrist and tug it off of the door, guiding it between my legs. He cups my pussy with a groan.

“I need more, Ward,” I exhale.

“Come to bed, baby,” he says, taking a step back from me.

I step out of my jeans before I follow behind him. Grasping the hem of my top, I pull it off, then unhook my bra, dropping it to the floor. Ward divests himself of his clothes before crawling into the bed. I watch as he props a couple of pillows up behind his head and holds out his hand for me.

Shakily, I place my hand in his and crawl onto the bed, straddling his hips with my thighs. I can feel his hard length against my center and I suck in a trembling breath. Ward wraps his hands around my hips and lifts me up a little higher on my knees.

He moves one of his hands from my waist, lifting a foil packet to his mouth and tears the top off. He releases my waist completely and quickly slides the condom on. Then he aligns his cock with my center. I can’t take my eyes off of his as I sink down his length until I’m completely full of him.

His hands return to my waist and he grips me tightly. I know I’ll be bruised later, but I don’t mind. I’m unable to move immediately, enjoying the feeling of his dick stretching me, too much. It burns a little, but it also feels good, right.

“Baby, you need to move,” Ward grunts.

I lean over slightly, placing my hand on his chest as I slowly lift off of him then sink back down. We simultaneously moan at the sensation. I do it again, gasping when my clit brushes against his pelvis. I roll my hips, grinding down a little harder the next time. It feels so amazing. My fingernails dig into Ward’s skin as I try to gain traction.

Whimpering, I move a little faster, and a little harder. I don’t know if I’m giving him the show he wanted, but I can’t think of that right now. His hands slide up my sides and cup my breasts. He squeezes, and I shift to sit up a little straighter. The angle is a little different, causing me to moan as my head drops back.

He pinches my nipples, tugging on them and my belly flips. Lifting my hands, I wrap them around his wrists and continue to roll my hips, feeling my body heat and climb higher with each movement.

“Goddamn, babe,” Ward growls.

I’m too lost in the feeling, too gone searching for my release. I can feel it as I inch toward the edge, and my eyes close as my head falls back. He tugs a little harder on my nipples and it’s exactly what I need. My thighs shake as I cry out and come all around him. I can feel my pussy clench, and my entire body freezes.

Ward’s hands move to my waist and I yelp when he flips me onto my back. He lifts up and then drives his cock deep inside of me. I moan, spreading my thighs for him as he slams his hips against mine. He fucks me hard and fast.

My fingers hold onto his shoulders as he takes me. His lips crash against my own as he slams down one last time. I swallow his growl down my throat as he comes, hard, his release filling the top of the condom.

“Fuck,” he hisses, ripping his lips from my own.

“Ward,” I breathe, my eyes looking directly into his.

He blinks once. “You get my ink tomorrow,” he announces. “You’re mine. All of you,” he rasps.

My mouth drops open slightly, surprised by his declaration. I don’t fight him though. “Okay,” I whisper, my lips twitching into a smile.

He runs his nose along my own and my eyes close at the sensation. I love the way this feels, it’s sexier than kissing, more intimate too, it seems. I giggle when his beard tickles my face and wrap my arms around him, holding him close.

“I love you, Ward,” I say.

He freezes above me, and I do the same. I shouldn’t have said it. My breathing becomes short and I pinch my eyes closed, at the same time I press my lips together. He gently pulls out of me and I think that he’s going to leave me, but he doesn’t. He places his palm flat against the center of my chest. He’s on his knees between my spread thighs, and his eyes search mine before he speaks.

“I’m fucked up in the head. I know you don’t see it all yet, but you will. My parents are dead, so I can’t offer you any real family other than the club, and whatever babies I put inside of you.”

I sit up, placing both of my hands around the sides of his neck. “I can only offer you myself, Easton, and whatever babies you give me, Ward. I’ve got my own baggage, and I’ve worked through a lot of it, but I’m going to have my moments, rest assured. Whatever happens, as long as we’re together, we’ll come out on top,” I smile.

He dips his chin and presses his lips to mine, in a chaste, soft kiss. “Okay, baby. We got this.”

We clean up and crawl into bed. Ward slides in behind me, wrapping his arm around me and shoving his thigh between my own. I feel his beard against my neck and his lips brush my skin.

“I love you too, Hayden,” he mutters, lifting his hand to wrap around my breast, and squeezing.

I hear a knock on the trailer door and Hayden buzzes around me to answer it. Lea, Gracie’s teenage daughter bounds inside. She and Hayden start chatting a million miles a minute about Easton. Today I’m taking Hayden for her ink, I wasn’t fucking around when I said she was getting marked. I already set up the tattoo artist with what I want on her chest. I can’t wait to see it come to fruition, it’s going to be fucking gorgeous.

“Ready, Crooner?” Hayden asks after a few minutes.

I lift my chin, unsure if I like it when she calls me Crooner at all. The way she says my given name, makes my cock ache, but when she says Crooner, it just feels kind of flat and empty. I bend down to ruffle Easton’s hair, reminding him to be a good boy, before we go.

Once we’re outside, I guide Hayden over to my bike. I straddle it first, holding my hand out for her to help her behind me. She shimmies close to me and I groan when I feel her warm center press against my back, along with her tits.

Without another word, I start the engine and we ride toward the tattoo shop. The parking lot is empty when we arrive, but I’m not surprised since they’re actually closed today. Tank is the only artist I would trust to touch Hayden’s body with permanent ink. He’s done all of the Old Ladies, and most of the guys in the club too.

I help her off of the bike and together we make our way into the shop. “Hey brother, lock up so we don’t get any stragglers,” Tank calls out from his chair. I flip the lock closed before we head toward him.

He’s all set up for the job, including artwork to show Hayden like I asked. He looks up at her and gives her a grin. “We painting you today, darlin’?” he asks.

Hayden nods, clearing her throat. “Yes,” she says.

Tank pats his chair and she sinks down, obviously nervous. “I have a coverup that I’d like to do on my hip and then Crooner says he has an idea for the other one?”

Tank nods, pulling out the transfer sheet. I can see all of the design work, and it’s prettier than I imagined. I can’t wait to see it against her skin. “Croon said he wanted to do your entire chest with henna art. Shirt off, darlin’.”

Hayden lets out a shaky breath and I watch as she tugs her shirt off. She’s sitting in the chair, in only her bra, and I grind my teeth together. When I chose this spot, I didn’t think about her having to be topless during the entire process, I only thought about what it would look like after it was complete.

“Bra too,” Tank grunts.

He doesn’t look at her as he gets everything ready. I stand at Hayden’s side, crossing my arms over my chest. I watch as she slowly removes her bra and sets it down on top of her shirt on the floor. Tank gently tugs her hands away from her chest. My eyes never leave her chest as he places the transfer against her skin.

When Tank peels the transfer away from her chest, I continue to stare at her, but I’m in awe. The piece is going to be absolutely gorgeous on her. It’s all fine details, dots, and swirls with what looks like beading hanging down every so many inches from the design. It looks almost like lace against her skin. My eyes scan the piece until I see my name.

My road name, Crooner, is in the middle of the design right in the center of her chest. It doesn’t stand out, it’s more interwoven in the design, yet, it’s no less stunning. Tank hands Hayden a mirror and I shift my gaze from her chest to her face to see her reaction.

She gasps, then looks over to me.

“What do you think?” I ask before she can ask me the same thing.

She shakes her head. “It’s so pretty, I love it,” she smiles.

“Mark it up?” Tank asks, looking over at me.

Moving my eyes from Hayden to him, I lift my chin. “Mark her as mine,” I state.

He chuckles before turning his needle on. I grab a chair and pull it up to Hayden’s side. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I open up the camera and take a few pictures of her transfer before the ink. I make sure there’s nothing indecent in the picture before I send it to Snake.

I chuckle at his response before shoving my phone back in my pocket. Tank hands me a sketch and I look at it with confusion.

“For the coverup she wants. What do you think of that?” It’s a big cluster of colorful flowers, but they aren’t bright, more of a muted mix of colors. I like it a lot, it’s actually really classic and pretty, it looks like Hayden—delicate.

“What do you think?” I ask, turning it around so that Hayden can see the artwork.

She doesn’t say anything. I’m almost afraid to look at her, worried she’s pissed off or something. When my eyes finally drag up to meet hers, I see that she’s smiling with tears shining in her green gaze.

“I want that, it’s absolutely beautiful,” she rasps.

I pull the paper down, grinning at her. “Then that’s what you’ll have,” I state.