Chapter Six
Jacquie
Last night? Yeah, that was the single hottest thing that has ever happened to me. The way he owned my body has me sore in places I didn’t know could get sore. I like it. When I open my eyes, I momentarily forget where I am.
I look to my left and see Miles lying there beside me. I smile. I want to linger but nature calls and I stumble out of bed, because it is much higher off the ground than mine.
“Shit.” I say as I stub my toe on the dresser near the bathroom door.
“You okay baby?” Miles asks sleepily from the bed.
“Yeah. I just stubbed my toe on the dresser. It’s still early go back to sleep.”
“Kay.” He says, before snoring again. His snores could wake the dead, but I find them comforting somehow.
I rush into the bathroom and do my business. When I look at myself in the mirror, I see the beard burns on my face and it travels down my body. I shiver at the memory of his mouth on every single inch of my body.
Trailing my fingers down my stomach, I rest them on my scar and shake my head. All his talk of breeding makes me want more children. Children I am not sure I can have. I decide to live in the moment for now. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I like the direction it is going in.
Can you fall in love in such in a short amount of time? I really fucking hope so.
I go back out into his room and climb back in bed.
“Baby. I have to go into the shop today. I have an appointment at two. Do you want to come in with me?” He asks.
“Yes. I was wondering if you’d ink me?”
“You want me to brand you?” He pulls me closer to me.
“Yes. I want a rose tattoo on my shoulder.”
“I think I can manage that.” He says, tracing his fingers on my shoulder.
We fall back asleep for a few hours. When we get up, we take a quick shower that involves some heavy petting. When I dry off, I realize I don’t have any clean clothes.
“Can we stop by my place before we head in?”
“Of course.” He says.
“I also need to borrow a shirt.”
He hands me an Ozzy Osbourne tee shirt. Can he be any more perfect for me?
“Oh yeah. We can be friends.” I say as I pull the shirt over my head.
“Friends? Friends?” He says as comes up behind me and pulls my back to his chest. “We are gonna be so much more than friends, baby. So. Much. More.” Each word is punctuated with a kiss on my sensitive neck. I cannot control the shivers he sends coursing through my body.
“How much more?” I ask. I know what I want, but are we on the same page?”
“Wife status.” He says kissing my neck again and walks away from me.
Same fucking page then. I am stunned into silence, before remembering we are leaving.
Since the shirt is long enough I don’t worry about pants, since we are going straight to my house. I walk into the living room looking for my shoes and purse. I hear Miles clear his throat.
“Pants?” He says, arching his brow.
“Nothing is clean, and I refuse to wear dirty panties. We are going from your garage to my driveway, which is a mile from the main road. No one is going to see me.” I say giving him a lingering kiss to reassure him that I am his.
“They better fucking not.” He says, with a grim look on his face and his fists clenched.
“Babe, you are totally adorable you know that?” I say. Kissing him again, I bounce out the side door and into the garage. I keep my laughter to myself as he makes his way to the driver’s side of the truck.
Thankfully, the trip to my house was uneventful. Dressed in jeans and boots, I keep his t-shirt on after throwing on a bra. Is it ridiculous that I put on my sexiest matching pink and black set? Probably, but ask me if I care. Once we reach the shop, I realize we are the only ones here.
“When do Kitty and Dex come in?” I ask.
“Kitty doesn’t do appointments on Sunday. Dex is off doing whatever it is Dex does.” He says. His back to me while he preps his station.
“What should I do?”
“Take your shirt off and hop up on the chair.”
“Ooh. Kinky.” I say, doing what he asks. He just smirks at me. The way his hair falls over is left eye is sexy as hell.
“This doesn’t even register on the kinky scale.” He says.
“Really? Do tell.”
“Later.”
“Promises, promises.”
When I am settled in the chair, I watch him set everything up.
“Are you okay with me free handing this?” He asks me.
“I am okay with whatever you want to do to me.” I say.
“You shouldn’t give a man free reign.” He says, starting up his machine.
“Not just any man.” I reply.
“Damn right.”
I sit in silence as he begins to ink my shoulder. His hand is gentle and the hum of the machine lulls me more than anything ever has. After some time, I honestly don’t know how much, I am relaxed as he finishes.
“All done baby.”
I open my eyes and see the rose takes up most of my shoulder. And it is beautiful. I am glad I left my bra on. If I hadn’t it may have gone over farther and wearing a bra would have been painful.
“It gorgeous, Miles. Thank you so much.”
“I signed this one. My name is on you forever.” He says.
That should piss me off, but inside, warmth spreads through me. My pretty pink panties are soaked. He busies himself with moisturizing and wrapping the tattoo.
“I like it.” I tell him.
“Yeah?” He asks.
“Yeah. I like it a lot.” I say, nodding.
“Good. It can’t be undone anyway.” He says as a matter of fact.
I watch him as he cleans up his station.
“What can I do to help?” I ask.
“Nothing. I am almost done.” He says.
“Are you going to get my name inked on you?”
“Of course.” He says, while he finishes wiping down the counter and moves over to the chair.
“Why are you so damn beautiful?” He asks as he pulls his shirt back over my head.
I don’t think he is looking for an actual answer though, so I smile at him.
I watch him for the rest of the rest of the afternoon. His client is a huge guy, the pres of the local MC. Gavel is getting his old lady’s name tattooed above his heart. His tiny old lady is sitting right next to him, since he wouldn’t let her out of his sight. On a whim, Tammy-Lynn decides to get his name inked on her as well. I am sure there is a hot story there.
Once he is done cleaning up, I grab my purse and follow him outside.
“I’m all set.” I say.
“Dinner?” He asks, while locking the door. He grabs my hand in his and we walk to his truck.
“I’ll cook for you. I have been craving pancakes all day.” I say laughing, before hopping up into his truck and buckling my seatbelt. He laughs too, then my world freezes for a moment.
“God, I love you.” He says starting the engine.
I am taken aback by that. Of course, I am feeling it too.
“I love you too.” I say simply.
“Damn right, baby.”
Damn right. I bite my lip.
This man is going to be the death of me.