I swallow hard as I lean against the tree and look out at Rose Meadows, the sun setting above me making the scenery look peaceful as the light gust blows the flowers, but I feel anything but that.
For the first time since meeting my girl I have the need to do a line. I need to kick the shit outta someone and instead of going to her like I should have, I’ve ghosted her all day for the first time since starting our relationship. I rode until I ended up here, in the Dark Angels territory while ignoring my phone blowing up from my brothers, my family, all most likely worried.
A bike rumble echoes in the quiet, and I sigh, knowing it’ll be Blade, the president of the Dark Angels, an allied club that we run guns and ammo with, and I lean my head back and lookup to the sky before the bike rumbles silence and heavy boots crunch underneath the dirt and grass.
“Brother,” Blade says as he takes a seat beside me, and I sigh again.
“How’d you know I was here?” I ask, not looking his way as my phone vibrates against my chest.
Drew stopped calling an hour ago, and I don’t know how I really feel about it, maybe disappointed?
“I didn’t, not at first. I got a call from Joel, who got a panicked call from his eldest daughter. All it took was one of the townsfolk to say they’d seen a lone rider come this way for me to figure it out,” he admits, and I wince.
Okay, so that would explain why she’s gone quiet and guilt builds.
“Fuck, I should have messaged Drew,” I huff, trying to ignore the way my heart soars at the lengths she’s gone to ensure I was alright. My guilt multiplies for cutting her off today.
Blade hums and agrees, “Yeah, you should have,” before admitting, “She’s worried sick because normally, like an alpha hole you are or in my view suddenly are. Joel mentioned that you’re there when she wakes and continuously calls her throughout the day not giving her reprieve from your overbearing ways.”
I turn and raise a brow at the fucker and confirm, “Those your words?”
He grins, his dark blue eyes sparkling as he confesses, “Of course,” before he looks seriously at me again, “I’m aware of what day it is, your dad calls frequently to ensure you haven’t driven through town, worried you’ll run, and when I had that call from Joel, I knew to ask the townsfolk.”
I sigh and look down, not knowing what to say.
“You should be home, Cage, wearing your presidency patch, not sitting here. And you really need to get a property patch foryour girl because I have to tell ya, a woman who goes to the lengths she has today is one worth keeping,” he says, and I snort.
“Coming from a playboy?” I joke as I look at him, but he doesn’t smile, and I sigh again, “I don’t know if I want to be Pres, Blade, fuck. I don’t even know what I want, and the only reason why I fucked off today is that I had the need to do a line, I had to ride.”
“Why not lean on your girl?” he questions, and I rasp, “Because I killed my baby sister and she doesn’t know.”
“No!” he snaps, “You didn’t fucking kill her, a jealous bitch did. You didn’t know what a psycho she was, you didn’t know she’d be a murderer just because she wanted that patch. Any brother could have had done to them, what happened to you. It wasn’t your fucking fault. Pushing away a woman you know can center you is a mistake, and you know it. Don’t let the last nine months of sobriety go to the shitter.”
I nod, knowing he’s right, and I admit, “Dad's worried and not just because I could relapse today, I told him I moved in with my girl.”
Blade sighs, “He thinks you’re not going to return.”
“I’m happy, brother, I’m happy with my girl, I’m happy at the tattoo shop. Why uproot that and have the stress and worry that someone who's jealous will try and kill my girl? What’s stopping that fucked up group from taking her?” I mutter as car tires echo.
“First of all, you’re not eighteen anymore, you know the signs of danger and if the fuckers ever even got near your girl, you’d tear the world apart to get her back. Brother, don’t be naive, you know she’s already been clocked, they’re following you, fuck, we’ve killed three of them today already, and as for happiness? The tattoo shop isn’t Carnage Tats, it isn’t your baby that you built from the ground up when you were a teenager before shitwent to hell. From what I can see about your girl already, she’ll follow you wherever you go.”
A car pulling away echoes before Blade stands and states, “You and your girl will stay the night tonight, no arguments.” he pats my shoulder, “Think about what I said, brother, because you not being in your rightful place is a fucking shame.”
He walks away as my body tingles, and everything relaxes inside me for the first time today. The need for a line disappears, and my girl stands before me wearing a bright blue strappy summer dress and her hair down, looking fucking beautiful.
Her gorgeous eyes look at me with concern, and I give her a smile. With that, she has the okay to climb on me, and she doesn’t hesitate. She straddles my lap before cupping my cheeks while I grip her hips as she looks me over to make sure I’m alright. Once she’s happy, she leans forward and presses her lips against mine, and I tighten my grip on her hips.
I lick the seam of her lips as Blade's bike roars down the road and Drew opens up willingly. Our tongues tangle as I deepen the kiss. I reach out and rub my thumb over her hip bone where I tattooed my name two weeks ago, before I fucked her slow and steady on my chair.
It was fucking perfect, and even now, I’m hardening at just the thought of her tattoo, that she willingly claimed me back.
As if she can read my mind, without breaking the kiss, Drew lifts slightly and undoes my jeans, pulling the zipper down. Her soft, small hand cups my dick and she swallows my groans while lining herself up then taking my dick down whole. The extra brush of her panties that is shoved to the side giving me that extra pleasure while her walls squeeze me perfectly.
Fuck…
Drew breaks the kiss but keeps her lips against mine as we lock eyes, and she gently bounces on my dick, up, down, up, down,before swiveling. I wrap my arms around her waist and help guide her, not once breaking eye contact.
She’s giving me what I need, a distraction, her, and I fucking love her even more for it.
