Her beautiful eyes fluttered shut as her head inched closer to mine seeking out my mouth. I took her plump lips hard and devoured them. The heat and fire between us matched my psychotic DNA.
I bit down on her lip, she whimpered turning her body in mine so I could deepen the bite.
“Open your eyes, baby.” My voice vibrated over her swollen lips as she shook her beautiful head, her hair falling around us blanketing us in the moment.
“Open your eyes, Hannah.”
“Noooo, I’m scared.” Her voice cracked slightly as I free one of my hands from behind my back and slapped her ass.
She pouted as I pulled the bunch of Iris’s with a white ribbon wrapped tight around the stems. Tied to the ribbon was a gold band containing a small sprinkling of diamonds with a diamond shaped amethyst front and center. Her favorite stone, her favorite flowers. Boy did good.
“Babe. Come on. It’s ok. Open,” I pleaded with her stubborn ass.
“Promise?” She asked me. She’s hesitant, but I would be too, after all the dick moves and trick, I have pulled on her over the years.
“Yes, promise, babe. Just open those beautiful eyes.”Slowly she opened one eye and peered at me, her thick black lashes hiding her stunning, amber colored eyes.
“Hannah, open them for real.” A giggle left her body
“Alright, Alright.” She breathed out as her other eye opened and bored into my soul taking so much from me. She still fucking took my breath away after all the time and all the shit. She was stunning and could render me to my cold, hard knees.
Winking at her as her eyes travelled down to my hands, which were shaking.
Those amber eyes go wide, her perfect kissable lips form an O, fluttering back up to meet my gaze.
“If this is what love is, then I want it all. And I want you for always and forever.”
Shock washed over her face. I got it, I'm a cold, hard biker with a criminal past and a side job of fucking taking people out. She's surprised I could pull off the romantic shit.
“You have seen my bad at its worst you have seen my good at its best and you have seen my high and matched it with more than a kiss of a needle, baby. Whatcha say?”
“81! duuuude really?” Her voice climbed a few decimals above fucking high pitch.
“Yes, really,” I said to her bewildered expression.
“My favorite flowers and—” She trailed off as I brought my lips to hers quickly kissing them, which stopped her from saying anything else.
“And a proposal, baby cakes. fucking marry my dark soul?”
My heart beats out of my chest as my lungs burned with fire while I waited for her answer.
“We are skipping the whole here’s my property patch be my old lady first? Just straight to marry my twisted soul and let’s fuck shit up?” Her voice was now a shit ton quieter as she took the flowers from my hands and breathed in the delicate purple petals.
“Questions? You’re really asking me questions right now. Hannah?”I said while I studied her face. “Babe, you’re breaking my balls right now.” Her lashes fall over her cheeks as her eyes shut.
“You’re killing me, for real I think I may just die.”I grit out bearing my soul, flaws and all to someone. That wasn't what a guy like me did. Let alone ask a woman to be mine forever. That shit’s a long time.
“You’re so dramatic, Henry. Really, you’re not going to die and yes, I am asking questions, And yes, a big fat fucking HELL YESS! I will marry your dark, twisted ass.” Her eyes snapped open and I came undone. I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, I pulled her up and into me spinning her around in my arms. Her forehead rested on mine as my lips crushed into hers. She’s the calm to my fucking nightmare. She’s my ride and die.
“Bro, bro! Hey.” Cracking my head to the right then left I close then open my eyes a few times.
“Bro, what the fuck.” I hear Ghost’s voice, while my vision is blurry and my head’s a foggy mess.
“Hey, are you ok, 81? Where did you just go?” I hear Timberly’s voice, the little lady that calms my brother’s dark soul and in turn keeps mine in check. Long since forgotten, the long stem Iris lay in the hands of the other stunning thing in this room that has lost all its air. I see worry dancing in Timberly’s eyes and Ghost tries to get me to look at him. I can’t. He will see it all, the nightmares of memories from a past that just about killed me. My fists are clenched. I look down at my knuckles, white and laced with pain.
My body is shaking. “Fuck!” I growl out, my voice dark. Running my hands roughly through my hair, I look at them as their eyes are searching me for answers I can’t give. The little bird holding the flowers is shaking as her eyes look me up and down.
I flee, running from the store straight for my bike and to the one place that quells this insane anger as memories, as unwanted as they are, assault me. I can’t fucking do this shit anymore.
