Rowan’s hand reaches out to me, and I clasp it with mine, giving her a tight smile.
“This thing is gnarly, but it’s healed. I shouldn’t have any problems tattooing over it; it should hide very well. The cross will have to be bigger than the picture.”
And I know exactly what she’s getting. The cross necklace I gave to her was lost in the fire. It’s her forever to me, like my tattoo is to her.
“That’s fine.” She turns her head to look at me. “Forever.”
Knowing that was engraved on the back of the ruby-and-gold cross. I squeeze her hand.
Rowan doesn’t look anywhere but at me the whole time Jax tattoos her. I can tell when he runs over her scars, her handsqueezes harder, but she doesn’t make a sound. Just stares at me.
Her’s takes way longer than mine, but she’s a trooper. After almost three hours, Jax finally turns off his tattoo gun, but I can still hear its sound in my ears. “And we’re done.”
Rowan leans her head up and gasps. “It's beautiful.” She smiles, no longer seeing a scar that was a reminder of the worst night of her life, but seeing homage to her and my love.
Without thought, I lean down and place a gentle kiss on the angry skin. “Just like you.”
“Keep this covered for about four days, but if any excess leakage happens, take the second skin off. Luca will help you determine if it needs to come off,” Jax instructs her as he cleans the area, then places the patch over it.
“Thank you.” Rowan kisses me as we exit the tattoo shop, radiating happiness.
Motioning to a restaurant, “Let’s eat.”
We spend our time there eating, talking, and engrossed in each other. No one else exists at that moment. Just her and me. And I pray it could always stay that way.
And for the next few hours, it will.
Tipsy and on our way home, she steps up the first stair before I pull her back down to me, spinning her and attacking her lips, starving even though I already ate. We make out in the dark, quiet night as if we’re teenagers. Our hands fumbling over each other’s bodies, when mine slides under her shirt and bra, squeezing her breast. She moans into my mouth. Pulling away from her mouth, but not before sucking on her bottom lip, my teeth applying pressure, she grinds herself closer to me.
“Fuck me,” she manages to get out.
Grabbing her ass, lifting her, she wraps her legs around me; I walk us up the stairs. Her hand going to my back, under my own shirt, rubbing my tattoo.
Getting into the apartment feels like it takes forever when I try not to break apart from her, but having to for me to unlock the door. Slamming it shut behind me with my foot, we fall to the floor. “Fuck,” she groans out, and both start laughing. Roxy runs over to us, barking, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.
Getting ourselves right and ready for bed. We climb under the covers, both naked, wanting to be as close to one another as possible. The need to meld into each other, remember the other’s touch, before tomorrow happens. I know we’re both thinking about it but not saying anything. It’s already loud with how we’re rubbing on the other. Imprinting the way her hip dips, and her thighs part so easily for me.
Our naked bodies move against each other; you wouldn’t know where I end and she begins. Our mouths, kissing whatever parts they can reach, licking and biting. Needing her taste to be on my tongue long after I leave tomorrow morning.
“I’m never leaving you after tomorrow, Rowan. Never,” I promise her in the dark room, hoping she understands how deep those words really go.
We don’t fuck; we bring each other to the brink, then bring the other back. Our orgasms peak and then are smoothed down. Not wanting it to end and go to bed. Both lying on our backs, our hands playing with each other. Hers stroking my cock, her small hand barely wrapping around my shaft, as her leg is thrown over mine, her folds open wide, her clit is so engorged, the simplest lightest touch has her moaning that she wants to come, but I don’t let her.
We keep edging one another.
My precum leaks out of me, and she uses it to lube my cock.
It’s the most erotic moment between us, pushing the other to the tipping point and then stopping. The way she writhes on the bed, pushing her clit harder into my finger, begging for release, but not letting her have it. My fingers are soaking wetfrom her arousal. They glide over her pussy as it weeps for me…only me.
“I’m going to come so hard,” she cries out to me while she sits up and maneuvers her body over mine, straddling me. I don’t fight her. I let her take the lead.
Rowan places her pussy on my cock, cocooning it between her folds; her slickness lets her glide up and down it. Her pussy is dripping wet.
“Goddamn, baby.” My hands squeeze her hips as I buck into her.
Pushing up on her knees, holding my cock in her hand, she rubs the head up and down. From her clit to her entrance and then to her asshole and back again.
“Rowan,” I groan out, sounding foreign to my ears as the tip of my dick feels her opening, and she pushes down, her pussy welcoming it, but then she’s up.
